Inside, the builders kept plastic up to prevent dirt and other construction debris from the construction side from entering the half where we live. The kitchen and living room in the other penthouse were reduced in size and had access that could be closed off, so they, along with a bedroom and a full bathroom, made up a granny suite.
If Kathlyn wanted to live with us, she could. It still left us with two more bedrooms and one and a half baths over there. We decided to use one of those bedrooms as our shibari room and the other as our combined office. That left us with four bedrooms, not including the granny suite.
However, I didn’t know whether we’d have a permanent resident anytime soon. Kathlyn purchased Anastasia’stownhome and was making it hers. The divorce that Savar and Arish had fought so hard against would be finalized in another month or so. They were dividing up assets and all that. Savar was trying to contest the prenuptial agreement. Kathlyn was assured he wouldn’t win.
One of the remaining problems, in the form of my brother, had been resolved last week. The court case against Rowan took three days. He’d tried to use the excuse that we were family, and it wasn’t stealing. That signing my name wasn't a forgery. I watched as his lawyer rubbed his head in defeat. Whatever he told Rowan to do or not do, he hadn’t listened.
In the end, he’d been convicted of forgery and falsification of loan documents, along with the associated charges. He was sentenced to eighteen months in prison but wasn’t eligible for parole. When he got out, he’d be on probation for two years. The look of disbelief on his face as he was led out of the courtroom would’ve been comical if it weren’t so pathetic. He honestly didn’t see what he’d done wrong.
The judge had also ordered him to repay the loan amount. While he was in prison, there was no way he could do it, but once he was out, a repayment schedule would be set up for the half-million he had swindled from the bank. At the moment, anything of value was being sold off to cover his lawyer’s fees and provide him with commissary money for the next two years.
A part of me wanted to run and fix it for him. He was my brother, and I loved him. But the way I’d been doing it hadn’t helped him. It was time to see whether the hard way changed him.
I told Anastasia, when she asked if I’d visit him in prison, that I would. I needed to see if he had changed. But once he was out, if he were the same person, we’d have only superficial contact. She didn’t tell me I shouldn’t. I think she was thinking of her siblings who refused to speak to her.
Workwise, everything was going fantastically for both of us. Anastasia’s clinic had an influx of patients, so she brought on another chiropractor to help part-time. It was the one she’d used when she was off for the gunshot. It also gave us more wiggle room when we wanted to take time off.
My business expansion was progressing. These kinds of things could take months to complete. At least now I can do it without worrying that my credit was frozen. Yeah, my life was the best it ever had been. There was one more thing I wanted to do, but I couldn’t until the renovations were finished. I had it all planned, just had to wait to implement it. I could barely wait.
Anastasia: Epilogue- Six Months Later
Our home was complete. And we loved everything about it. But tonight was extra special for the two of us. We were using the shibari room for the first time. He’d kitted it out with everything he wanted and had ever dreamed of having. I was excited to do it in the comfort of our home. I had learned a lot about ropes over the months we’d been together, but I was far from an expert. We played at Lustz, and I didn’t see that ever totally stopping.
In the past six months, I received a great surprise: I got to meet Reign’s mentor, Hitch. He was a fascinating man, and I liked him immediately. And he gave me a treat. I got to watch Hitch make Reign his bottom during a demonstration.
There was nothing sexual about it. Reign wore briefs, but Hitch was a master who believed you had to experience firsthand what your bottoms and models did. Anyone he mentored was made to be the rope bottom from time to time. Honestly, Hitch was doing it for the artistry, which I agreed was beautiful. I snapped several photos for my personal collection. However, it became more than just artistic beauty for me. I found it was hot. After we left Hitch, we barely made it home before tearing off each other’s clothes and going wild.
I floated along with those memories and enjoyed the way being bound and suspended in the ropes made me feel. I was slightly startled when Reign stopped moving and whispered in my ear.
“You’re finished. God, you have to see how incredibly gorgeous you are, Sia. Hang on, let me get my photos.”
Reign always wanted photos of the various ways he tied me. And of the intricate artistry he created. I loved to see them all. He didn’t know it, but I was collecting them and getting Tajah to help me turn them into a book, like those coffee-table kind that people have. It would be for his viewing pleasure.
When he was finished, he didn’t bring his camera over to show me, as he typically did. He stood there studying me. And I knew he was aroused based on the huge erection pushing against the thin fabric of his gray lounge pants.
I always felt incredibly sexy and feminine when I was tied. The sight of him so aroused by me aroused me. My nipples had already been hard. My pussy caught fire, and the dampness began in an instant.
I was in what he called the Mark/Wide Open position. The thing about this one, he’d explained as he tied me, was that it left my genitals and breasts totally accessible. And that made it extremely photogenic in his opinion. It did require someone to be limber, which, thanks to yoga, I was. I could see how hard it would be on someone who wasn’t. In fact, it would be impossible. To make sure I was extra limber before we played, I did stretching exercises.
I hung suspended with my legs brought up and back toward my shoulders, but they remained straight, not bent. Rope around my ankles kept me suspended and raised. Then, further down, closer to my calves, my arms were tied to my legs. Another set of rope wrapped around my thighs, where the crease was between my ass and thighs.
Based on the height at which Reign had suspended me, it aligned with his genitals. More moisture slipped out, coating my pussy. My breathing had sped up. I wanted him to get rid of those pants and take me.
“Maalik, I feel so free, so good like this. But I need something else,” I told him.
“Oh, and what would that be?” he asked, smirking.
“I want you to remove your pants and put that thick cock inside of me. I’m so empty. Please, I’m begging you. I want you untamed,” I pleaded.
Reign smiled, then slyly walked out of my line of sight. I tried to twist to see what he was doing, but I couldn’t.
“There’s something I need first before I give you what you want. It’s what I need,” he said.
“Anything. I’ll give you whatever you need,” I vowed as I panted. My entire body felt like it was on fire.
Reign came back into view. He walked up to stand in front of me. He was no longer smirking. Then, he dropped down, but not to eat my pussy. No, he ended up on one knee, holding a box. The lid was open, and inside sat a ring, one that could only be an engagement ring. The light in the room refracted off it. I gasped and stared at it.
“I want, no, need, you to say you’ll marry me, be my wife, the foundation of a family we’ll make ourselves. Anastasia, please say you’ll marry and love me forever. I love you,” he said rather hoarsely.
