Sinner Chapter 13
Despite firing my brother, the issues with Anastasia’s family, hiring Iker to provide security and being busted for it, the closing of the Littleton acquisition, and the revelation I made about myself and House of Lustz, I thought surely nothing else would happen.
Wrong. But it was solidly in the pro column.
First, there was the assurance that I had help moving Kathlyn on Tuesday. We arranged to come at eleven, so we had plenty of time to load and haul things away before Savar came home. Kathlyn had thanked me profusely when she was told.
The other positive was that Mikhail had come through and got my woman approved to come to Lustz as my guest. He asked if we’d drop by Saturday night. After consulting with Anastasia, I told him yes. He said he’d see us there.
The plan revealed an unexpected side of her I hadn’t seen. She went into a slightly frantic state, trying to decide what to wear. I told her whatever she was most comfortable in. I got an eyeroll for it. Recalling that conversation made me chuckle.
“I’m comfortable in jeans or scrubs, but I sure wouldn’t wear those there.” Anastasia scoffed at me.
“Your jeans would look great, especially on that perfect ass of yours. What do you think others wear?” I asked.
“Barely there leather, with their everything hanging out. In the most provocative outfits they can find,” she shot back.
Knowing when not to argue, I did the smartest thing I’d ever done. I took out my phone and composed a message to the women I counted as friends who went to Lustz: Tajah, Cady, Lexi, Cristiana, and Sharlena. On my phone, they were in a chat group called HOL Queens.
Me: Hey, ladies, hate to bother you, but my woman is going crazy. She’s coming to Lustz for the 1st time on Sat. She needs ideas on what to wear. Help!
“Who are you texting? I’m in need of your help, Rei,” Anastasia protested.
“I know, and I’m getting it. Be patient. I promise you’ll have your answers soon.” Their response to my SOS came almost instantly.
Cady: OMG, you have a girlfriend, and you’ve kept her from us! That’s not fair, Sinner. You wait until I get my hands on you.
Tajah: Chill, bitch, before you scare him off from bringing her.
Lexi: We have tons of things we can show her. Sending photos of my outfits.
Sharlena: I can’t wait to meet her!
Cristiana: You sly devil. Of course, we’ll help. Can’t wait to meet her. What’s her name?
Me: Her name is Anastasia. She’s a chiropractor. That’s all I’m telling you, LOL.
The others chimed in with protests, but they got behind the idea. That was the delay. To pass the time, Anastasia and I discussed what to expect and the basic protocols for our time at Lustz. She asked good questions. After about ten minutes, the responses came pouring in.
The photos were of a variety of outfits—everything from more regular, demure ones to the much more risqué kind.
Lexi’s were pretty wild. She shared some of her female Dom—aka Domme—outfits.
That wasn’t to say none of the others didn’t have any in that category.
But what stood out was the mix of them all.
Seeing those, Anastasia calmed a bit. She eventually told me that she thought she had something she could put together for the first time, and then we’d go shopping soon. I couldn’t wait. We sent off a profuse thank-you message at the end.
That was Thursday night. It was now Saturday. Anastasia refused to let me see what she was wearing until it was time to go. I left her in our bedroom to get ready while I used the main guest bedroom and bathroom to get myself situated.
At the club, I was known as Savage Sinner.
My typical outfit was black leather pants with black boots.
On my top half was a black mesh, sleeveless shirt.
Oftentimes, if I played, it came off. Around my neck was a tight silver chain, and on my wrist was a leather cuff.
Those two played into the persona I cultivated.
In addition to what I wore, I carried a bag that held my personal ropes.
Yes, the club had numerous colors made of various materials, because anyone into rigging, practicing shibari, or similar activities had preferences for the color and material of their ropes.
The staff at Lustz thoroughly cleaned and maintained them.
But I was anal and liked to ensure that there were no burs, kinks, or anything that would hurt the skin of my rope partner.
I brought the bag tonight, not because I planned to play with Anastasia, but so that if the chance arose, I could let her see and touch them in the environment where they were used.
However, these were brand new ones. I refused to use anything that had touched another woman’s body on my Sia.
As soon as we started seeing each other, I ordered replacements for my pieces. We’d add more together over time.
“I’m coming out. Please tell me if this will do,” Anastasia called out, her voice quivering.
I was in the living room chair, facing the hallway to our bedroom.
When she came around the corner, the air left me in a rush.
She had left her hair down, letting it fall to her waist. The lighter golden highlights in it stood out.
Her makeup consisted of a shiny, dark wine-colored lipstick and black eyeliner outlining her eyes.
It was very sultry with her thick eyelashes.
Something silver peeked out from her hair.
The earrings hung nearly to her shoulders.
Silver cuffs were not at her wrists but around her upper arms. Her outfit was a black pantsuit.
It left her arms completely bare, and it crossed over in the front and twisted around her neck, leaving her entire back bare when she turned.
The fabric clung to her every curve. On her feet were a pair of black, wedge-shaped, open-toed sandals with silver studs.
“Well, how do I look? Should I change? Why are you sitting there saying nothing?” she asked, panic rising in her voice.
I forced myself to snap out of it. I stood and stalked over to her. I was careful not to wrinkle or smudge her, but it was fucking hard not to.
“I’m speechless. You look so goddamn hot. And don’t think I mean you don’t all the time because you do. It’s just a different kind. Where did you get this?” I croaked.
“I’ve had it for a couple of years, but never had anywhere to wear it to. I hoped it would do the trick. Are you sure it’s fine? And that it’s the vibe I’m going for?”
I ensnared her hand and brought it to my crotch. I pressed it against the lump forming in my leathers. She moaned.
“Does that reassure you on the hotness factor? I’d show you, but then we’ll never leave.”
Her face relaxed into a mischievous smile.
“I guess I’ll take that, but later, you have to show me.
And by the way, can I say, whew? You in those pants and that shirt are amazingly hot, Rei.
Though having your nipples peeking out all night might be too much for me to stand.
I’ll probably break down and tweak them,” she taunted.
“If you do, remember it’s no holds barred then, Jaanu. Fuck, how I wish I could kiss you right now,” I muttered.
“If you don’t touch my hair or the rest of me, you can. Reapplying lipstain is easier than having to reapply or fix everything,” Anastasia murmured seductively.
I pounced on her within a second. I made it worth it before I released her.
Anastasia was flushed, and it took her a minute or so to regain her equilibrium.
After she did, she gathered what else she needed, and we left.
I made sure she held onto me as I escorted her to my car.
She looked perfect, seated in my BMW 7 Series sedan.
I’d gone that route because of its performance and reliability, and because, as much as I might hate it, sometimes you had to have the trappings of success to get people to take you seriously.
The ride to Lustz at this time of night wasn’t terrible.
I made it in twenty-three minutes. When we pulled into the parking lot, Anastasia sat forward, staring out at the place.
It was tastefully understated. Nothing in the outer appearance hinted at what was inside.
The signage was tastefully lit, with the letters HOL displayed.
It closely matched the monograms on the napkins, minus the whip and ball gag.
I lucked out and found a parking space close to the door. Walking her to the front entrance, she first met one of the doormen-slash-bouncers, Damir. He smiled and held out his hand to me.
“Hey, man, it’s good to see you, Sinner. It has been a while. Who is this knockout on your arm? Please say she’s your sister,” he grinned as we shook hands.
“Damir, I like you, but if you don’t wipe that smile off your face and stop eating my girlfriend alive with your eyes, we’ll be entertaining people in the lot tonight with an MMA match.” My voice held equal amounts of warning and teasing.
He blinked, then bowed to Anastasia.
“Forgive me, beautiful one. I had no idea you were his. He’s never brought anyone here. And I hoped you were related to him, so I stood a chance. I lost again. Welcome to the House of Lustz. I’m Damir.”
Anastasia smiled and held out her hand until he took it, then she clasped her other hand over the two.
“Damir, it’s a pleasure to meet you. And don’t worry, I won’t let him hurt you. I’m Anastasia, or Stasia is fine. It’s my first time here. I’m nervous. I need another man’s opinion. Am I dressed okay for here?”
I watched Damir gulp as he tried not to run his gaze all over her while still answering her honestly. He settled for a swift, two-second up-and-down scan before answering her.
“Stasia, you are more than dressed, okay. You’re smoking hot, and I don’t give a damn whether your man beats me for saying it. You’ll slay them.”
Her relieved exhale had me gently slapping his shoulder.
“Alright, for making her relax, I’ll give you a pass.”