Chapter 28
REINA
It’s said that you always gotta watch the quiet ones, because though they may not have much to say, they nine times outta ten will have much to show.
To me, Vasiah was like an onion. Prior to him, I knew nothing about nerdy men, but Vasiah has been showing me that there is more to them than meets the eye.
This shibari thing?
More than I ever thought of.
Historically, niggas were not that sexually adventurous.
So many of my clients complained that they were not getting properly fucked due to the selfishness of some and the lack of skill when it came to others.
The girls weren’t even having orgasms, and that appalled me.
Even before I started having sex, I knew what I liked.
I learned not to be shy in the bedroom, and when I engaged sexually with men, I was there to get mine, and that’s it.
Men were usually happy to be there, but that’s where the excitement and the adventure ended.
And when that ended, you were cut from my roster.
Life was too short for mediocre dick.
Vasiah was completely different. It was something about his quiet confidence, the way he studied and was interested in my pleasure, and his sense of adventure that made sex feel so outta this world with him.
I craved it.
Dreamed about it.
Cleared time in my schedule for it.
And dare I say… needed it.
My lord… someone please call the police!
“Hayami?”
I snapped out of my train of thought and looked at him, waiting. His bedroom had a red infrared light illuminating it, candles lit, and soft music playing that I couldn’t recognize. Vasiah liked to keep his air on blast, but this time it was off, making the temp of the room comfortable.
“Relax your shoulders for me and unclench your jaw.”
I did as he asked, and he pulled me away from the doorway and closer to the bed. The bed was king-sized and had four black bars that went into the shape of a square, like a masculine four-poster bed. On the opposite end, where the dresser sat, I saw ropes. I sucked in a breath.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, sauntering over to the dresser and picking up a rope, examining and tugging on it.
“Umm… not scared… just… curious… anticipatory…a little anxious.” My eyes followed him all over the room. It was spacious, with high ceilings.
“Good. I don’t want you to be scared. It's alright to be curious and anticipatory…the anxiety you feel is probably because you’re not in control and your brain doesn’t know what to make of it.”
I said nothing because he was absolutely right. I usually controlled what was happening in the bedroom, but this time, I was expected to just follow.
“Lie back for me.”
My back met the firm mattress and cool sheets, and I let out the breath I was holding. I felt Vasiah’s lips on my toes, kissing his way up until he got to my thighs. Instinctively, my hands went to his hair, but he had it in a bun on top of his head.
He paused. “If you want to touch me, you have to ask for permission, Hayami. Ask Master V for permission.”
I forgot we were role-playing. Resisting the urge to kiss my teeth, I obliged him.
“May I touch you, Master V?”
“You may.” His head dipped, and he was back kissing my thighs, the sensation building up a pool in my shorts.
I skipped panties like I usually do, and I was begging to feel his tongue in my center.
His warm breath hovered over her. “Your skin feels like silk, Hayami. I have to taste you, but I don’t think you’re ready. ”
My brows furrowed. Right before I could protest, he rose and walked to his dresser, returning with a rope.
“Wrists,” he commanded, and I held them out for him. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, he bound my wrists together. Surprisingly, the rope was soft on my skin. He tied a double knot, then tugged on it.
“Is this too tight?”
“N–no. It feels…snug. But not uncomfortable.”
“Good. Remember, if at any moment you want me to stop, say ‘apple’ and I will.” He put my arms above my head, and my nipples hardened. Leaning close to me, he kissed the side of my face, then my nose, forehead, and finally, my lips. My pussy gushed even more.
“Raise your knees to your chest… yeah, just like that…you look beautiful like that,” he murmured. He brought out some more rope. He wrapped one around my knee and thigh and then repeated it on the other side. I felt like a sexy rotisserie chicken.
“LaReina.”
“Yes, Master V?”
“You ready to cum?”
“I… yes… I am ready to cum, Master V.”
“Hmmm.” He tapped his finger to his chin a few times, staring at me. He was shirtless, looking sexy in a pair of grey sweats that hung snugly on his waist.
“Before I let you cum, how do you feel about being suspended on these bars?”
My mouth went dry as my eyes darted to the ceiling. “I… I’m not too heavy, Master V?”
“These bars can hold up to 400 pounds,” he informed me. Do you trust me, LaReina?”
The question should’ve been easy for me to answer, but I was struggling. What if I fell? What if the rope cuts into my skin? What if –
“LaReina. Stay present with me.” He lightly tapped my pussy with a small, leather crop that came out of nowhere. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
“Master V, I wanna cum,” I damn near begged. I felt him drag the crop along my stomach, between my breasts, around my neck, then down to my shoulders. The sensation between my thighs was rising, and if I had on panties, they’d be completely soaked.
“Then trust me not to let you fall or get hurt,” he replied, but I was sure he wasn’t just talking about suspending me from the bars. I believed he was talking about it in general.
Me?
Trust a man?
Tall order for a cynic like me.
However… I was willing to try.
Pressure built behind my eyelids. “I… I trust you not to let me fall or get hurt,” I forced out.
“Why is that, Hayami?”
“Because you will be right there to catch me.”
“And how do you know this?”
“Be-because…my comfort…my peace…my safety…is your priority.” I gritted my teeth, wanting to stop the tears that were falling, but they were coming in droves.
“That’s right, baby, let your guard down.
You are safe here.” He gently took my wrists and attached them to the rope that was hanging above.
The rope tugged at me, but it wasn’t uncomfortable- it almost felt like a yoga stretch.
Once I was secure, he did the same to the lower half of my body.
I was now hanging in the air, stretched in more ways than one.
On one hand, I had a burning desire to be fucked thoroughly; on the other hand, I wanted to be kissed and cuddled to sleep.
Minutes passed as Vasiah admired his handiwork.
“Kirei desu ne. Hayaku kimi o ika sete agetai”
Before I could ask him what the fuck he said, he produced a pair of safety shears and cut my shorts and my camisole off me, leaving me bare.
His hands trailed along my throat, my collarbone, between my breasts, and down to my stomach, then further to my pussy, which he cupped.
My stomach turned. I didn’t know how long we had been at this, but the anticipation was becoming too much. The bed dipped as he kneeled on it.
“I’m going to let you down… then untie you from this position, okay?”
I nodded. “But after I untie you, I am going to massage you and then tie you in another position. This one, you’ll be on your stomach.”
My voice was barely above a whisper. “Yes, Master V.”
He cut the ropes I was suspended from and guided me to the bed. He cut the other ropes and massaged the indentations in my skin. Then he rolled me onto my stomach, kissing me along my spine, paying special attention to my ass cheeks. Gently, he bit each one.
“Imma bend both your legs and tie them, Hayami… then Imma tie your arms. Cross them for me.”
I obliged, feeling the ropes dig slightly into my skin.
Whack! “This tie is called the double futomomo.”
The crop was back. He lightly tapped my cheeks. Then my pussy. My nipples felt harder than a missile. His tongue replaced the crop. He dragged it down my spine, between my cheeks, and plunged it deep inside my pussy.
“Aaahhhhhhh! Master Veeeeeee!” My body trembled, and I wanted to grab onto something, but my hands were tied behind my back, literally.
“Fuck me, pleaseeee!” I was feeling like TLC; I wasn’t too proud to beg my man for what was rightfully mine.
His lips curled around the hood of my clit, and I was about to burst into flames. The bangs of my wig were stuck to my forehead, and sweat poured from every crevice of my body. He removed his tongue and replaced it with one finger, then two of them.
“Yeah… that pussy ready for me. How do you feel?”
I whimpered. “Like I need you deep inside me.”
Swiftly, Vasiah inserted himself, and I was in bliss. I came immediately, without his permission.
“I ain’t say you could cum… but dammit if it don’t feel good, baby,” he groaned and gripped my hips, putting himself deeper inside.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
My ass bounced against his pelvis as his hands came down harder with smacks on each of my cheeks.
“Spread them thighs wider.”
I was so compliant. Swore I could hear angels singing and birds chirping. Was feeling so good; the thought of giving free hairstyles to every client who touched my chair this week crossed my mind. Vasiah pulled out and buried his face in my pussy, sucking out another orgasm.
“Arghhhh!”
“Mmhmm. I knew you had another one in you.”
“Master V, pleaseeee.”
“Please, what, Hayami?”
“Please don’t…ever…stop…fucking…me.”
“I don’t plan to,” he inserted himself again.
He fucked me down to the ground, through the mattress, and through the floor. I tapped out with one last orgasm, then collapsed. I didn’t know how long or when I fell asleep; I just know that I was awakened with a warm washcloth, ice-cold alkaline water, and a massage.
“Reina,” he said, kissing my shoulder. We were in the nude, on a fresh pair of sheets.
“Yes, Vasiah?”
“How do you feel now?”
I flipped on my side to face him, so he could see the sincerity in my eyes. I had fucked a thousand times before, but never did I feel safe. With Vasiah, everything about me was changing.
“Exhausted…and safe.”
He grinned, then kissed me deeply before cutting off the bedside lamp.
I think I could get used to feeling safe.