Chapter 30
VASIAH
ONE MONTH LATER
TOKYO, JAPAN
“Whew!” I’m tired.” LaReina plopped on the hotel bed as I brought our luggage inside.
The girl brought two big suitcases and one carry-on just for her wigs, which she said she planned to switch for the entire ten days that we were here.
I learned that this was a normal ‘LaReina on Vacation’ thing to do, but I still didn’t understand why she wanted to do that.
However, I stayed out of women’s business.
If my woman wanted to channel a different person every day, who was I to stop her?
“Hayami, you damn near slept the entire flight. Are you too tired to explore and get some food?”
Her head popped up. “Never too tired for food. Gimme a second to shower and change.” I let her do her thing, and an hour later, she was dressed in one of her Hustle Honey jogging suits in orange.
She switched her wig to a chocolate brown one, and she looked so gorgeous that I couldn’t help but stare.
Our hotel was right in the middle of Shibuya, and I made sure it wasn’t one of those tiny ones that Japan is known for.
Not only did we have a sickening view, but we also had a full-sized bathroom with a jacuzzi jet tub and one of the biggest mirrors I’d ever seen.
When I was in grad school, I enjoyed my time living here even though I missed my Pops, but being back with LaReina felt priceless.
The past month had been so busy, so it was nice to take a vacation before we got back to the grind.
LaReina’s salon suites had officially opened, and she had ten stylists, tattoo artists, lash techs, and massage therapists renting space from her.
She was also teaching cosmetology classes for students who needed additional hours, and she did over a hundred free hairstyles for back-to-school events.
Some weeks, she would be working until past midnight, but now that the suites were open in addition to her shop, she was toying with the idea of coming from behind the chair.
She wanted to relax and travel more and had booked us some vacations during the holiday season and later in the upcoming year.
Pops was doing well, still going to therapy and attempting to put himself out there.
He met a nice woman named Diane who was also a widow in her fifties, and they’ve been going on dates and taking their time to get to know each other.
He looked happier and less worried about me.
I was happy for my Pops because if anyone deserved to experience love after loss, it was him.
I was still in therapy, too. Dr. Love was a hoot.
I saw her about twice a month, and LaReina and I even had a joint session once.
I had no idea that she was struggling with feeling like she belonged in my world, but to be honest, there is no place I’d rather have her be.
Who knew that four months ago, a fine ass woman with hella personality would get me to fall in love with her?
Some may think that we were moving extremely fast, but I settled into the thought that when you know… you just know. And love defies logic.
With LaReina, my days were better.
My smile was bigger.
My dreams were more attainable.
My heart had expanded.
She was good for my soul.
Before we met, it was too long to live without her, and now that I had her, I didn’t ever want to let her go.
After my birthday, I was all in with designing and coding for my game.
I decided to take a slight sabbatical from work and had plans of quitting altogether once I had a prototype of the game available and ready to play.
I wasn’t too hasty because I still needed my health insurance, a steady paycheck, and the network that came from working at this company, but I was slowly but surely meeting the right people, and Morris and Kari were on board to make this dream come true as well.
It was a slow grind, but I was told that success tastes better when it comes from the oven versus it coming from the microwave.
“Okay, take me to the best sushi and ramen spot they got down here!” Reina exclaimed.
I knew exactly the place. Reina only had one job for this vacation, and that was to look pretty and relax as much as possible.
I know she enjoyed researching places and planning trip itineraries, but I wanted to show her that I was capable of doing that too.
So I planned extensively. I had mapped out days that would be full of adventure, shopping, exploring, and eating.
Reina was naturally adventurous, so I made sure every other day had us living life on the edge to satisfy her adrenaline rush.
I even booked a Shibari class for us so she could have a chance to tie me.
On Day 1, we just chilled and got ramen.
On Day 2, I took her to Shibuya, and we shopped, where she got a Coach bag and a Chanel bag that wasn’t available in the States.
On Day 3, we dressed up as Super Mario characters and went street kart racing all through downtown.
On Day 4, we spent the day exploring the museums, went to Disneyland, and even went ziplining per her request. I also took her to the university I studied at, we caught some live music shows, and of course, bar hopped.
“You having fun, Hayami?” I asked one night over dinner. We’d been out all day, swiping my card because another thing I wasn’t allowing her to do was to spend her own money. All she needed was her passport and her lip gloss, fucking with me.
She sipped her peach sake. “I’m having a blast, babe. This shit is beautiful!”
I smiled. “You still wanna do Shibari tonight?”
She smiled and looked away, likely flashing back to our session. “Yeah…I do. I’m curious to see what tying you up will look and feel like… You sure we can’t fuck in there?”
I chuckled, then shook my head. “Nah, baby… we can save that for later.”
Reina and I couldn’t stay off each other this whole vacation, but that was nothing new, though it felt new every time.
Intimacy was a love language that both of us were fluent in.
Pleasure was more than physical; it was mental, emotional, and damn near spiritual as well.
After our early dinner, we changed and took the train to the rope studio I used to frequent.
I had rented the space out, wanting us to be alone without distraction.
The playlist was curated, and the soft sounds of Ambrè’s I’m Baby, played through the speakers as we walked in.
A pale-skinned Japanese woman was suspended from the bars in a glow-in-the-dark, rainbow-colored outfit, spinning slowly as if she were on a pole.
She got lower and lower and then dropped into a graceful split, bowing her head as she did so.
She grabbed some nearby safety shears and cut herself out of the ties.
“Welcome, I’m Toronawo. I’ll be guiding you both along tonight. “Whose first time is it?”
Reina raised her hand. “My first time tying… not being tied.”
Toronawo smiled warmly. “Ahh, so the rope master is allowing himself to be tied?”
I nodded. Toronawo handed Reina the neon colored ropes and nodded towards the chairs on the mat. “I’ll be in the corner. If you feel stuck or want to try something you’re unsure of, I can step in.”
“I’ve got her,” I confirmed. I sat comfortably in the chair, my legs agape and eyes on Reina. She was nervous.
“Hayami. This is your show tonight. You have nothing to be nervous about. Take a deep breath for me.”
She let in and let out a deep breath, and her nerves settled. Her shoulders squared, and she studied me for a bit, then dropped to her knees. She started with a single-column tie around my ankles to the chair.
“How does this make you feel?”
“Comfortable.”
“Good, keep going.”
She drilled for a bit, practicing her ties as I inhaled her scent.
Reina looked gorgeous in a peach colored short set.
The shorts cuffed her cheeks just right, and the top was cropped right above her navel, showing off her new diamond belly button ring in the shape of a V.
Once she was satisfied with how her ties looked on my ankles, she moved on to learning to tie me with my arms behind my back.
This technique proved to be a bit more difficult for her, but with Tornawo’s help, she eventually got more confident in it.
My chest expanded seeing her enjoy something that I enjoyed…
something she was genuinely interested in.
I closed my eyes, present in the moment as she drilled.
Her body brushed against mine and felt like silk, while the sounds of Take Away played on the speakers.
I felt like every lyric personified our love.
She massaged me, starting with my scalp, and paid special attention to my shoulders, alternating between kneading her knuckles into my skin and peppering me with light kisses.
Finally, she tried one more tie, the one where she stood me up and tied me, starting at my waist, going around my thighs, and around my pelvis area. My dick had a mind of its own as it sprang to life.
Reina smirked. “I’ll take care of him later,” she muttered.
I shuddered in anticipation, knowing her mouth was lethal.
The evening wrapped up, and Toronawo applauded Reina for her willingness to learn and for being receptive to correction.
We walked to the train holding hands, and Reina kissed me in the middle of traffic, neither of us caring about making people walk around us.
“Thank you, my love.”
“For what?”
“Showing me something new and allowing me to practice on you.”
We still had a few more days of adventure and exploration left, and I had more surprises up my sleeve.