Chapter 27
VASIAH
Me: I have something to share with you
Hayami: You married with three kids, ain’t you?
My face scrunched up so hard as I stared at her message in disbelief. Then, I chuckled. Something was truly wrong with my girl, and both she and I knew it, but I was gone stick beside her.
Me: LMFAO. LaReina, please.
No, crazy. It’s nothing like that.
Hayami: Good. I would hate to have to tell your wife to move over cuz I was joining the relationship. Or whoop your ass… idk.
I sputtered. This girl was nuts. Good thing candy with nuts in it was my favorite.
Me: Be at my house tonight at eight. Wear something…sexy. Cotton. Those boy shorts and that cami in my favorite color, preferably. No heels. I want to introduce you to Shibari.
Hayami: Shi – what?
Me: See you at eight, Hayami.
I closed my phone, a satisfied grin on my face.
It was essential to keep a woman like LaReina on her toes.
Throughout my years, I’ve learned that submission is earned when you create a safe environment.
When your partner knows they can trust you, that they are safe with you, they will submit.
You have to show your partner that you not only love them, but that they are safe with you and that you handle their hearts, their thoughts, their vulnerable moments with care.
LaReina and I were working on trust. Her heart was fragile, and she erred on the side of self-sabotage more often than not.
However, that didn’t make her unlovable. It made her human.
While I was studying abroad in Japan, I came across Shibari.
I accompanied a friend to a class where they demonstrated various rope techniques and how to safely tie someone up in intricate ways.
The act intrigued me, and eventually I began taking classes and became a Nawashi, or Rope Master.
It’s sensual, a great way to meditate, and an act of surrender.
LaReina was no novice when it came to sex and was very in tune with her wants and needs.
We fit like a perfect puzzle in the bedroom.
Shibari was a way for her to put her trust in me, and I wanted to explore that with her.
If she liked it, then we would have great fun.
If she didn’t, that wasn’t a deal-breaker for me.
But the anticipation excited me. I tidied up my apartment, then went deep into my storage bins for the rope I’d be using.
Massaging it with jojoba oil, I needed the rope to be soft to the touch when I tied it on her skin.
The soft knocks on my door resounded through the apartment, right at 7:59 PM.
She was prompt.
I liked that.
I opened the door to find her dressed in an orange camisole and matching boy shorts. Her long legs were glistening, and she smelled like Dove soap and Lattafa perfume. A curious smirk graced her face, and her eyes bounced around the living room, then back at me.
“So, I took it upon myself to do some research. Are you trying to hog-tie me, Vasiah Varnell Hill?”
I chuckled, shaking my head as I led her further inside. “No, Hayami.”
“Then what is –”
“In order for this to work,” I said gently. “I need you to surrender all control. All questions will be answered. Your comfort is my priority here. So is your cooperation. But please, baby… no more questions right now, okay?”
The rebuttal she had died on her lips. She nodded, then gripped my hand tighter. The walk to my bedroom wasn’t long, especially with our elongated limbs, but it felt like it. I was nervous that this would be too much for her. Turning to her, I paused before opening my door.
“Remember, baby, all questions will be answered, and your comfort is priority here. If at any moment you don’t like the feeling of anything, say ‘Apple’ and I will stop. Okay?”
“Okay.”
I pushed the door open. “Welcome to my shibari room. In here, my name is…Master V.”