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.
At that second, I wished I were free so I could touch him, kiss him. Since I wasn’t, I had only words.
“Reign, there’s nothing I want more than to be your wife and one day the mother of your babies, our family. And I can’t wait to see what the future brings. Yes, I’ll marry you and build a family with you. Now, can I have a kiss and my ring?” I grinned.
He laughed, then stood. The ring slid on first. I got a close-up before he kissed me.
As I drowned in his mouth on mine, I thought of how my ring looked.
It was a marquise white diamond in the center.
It looked huge, so I guessed it to be two carats.
The band was silver, so it had to be either white gold, silver, platinum, or rhodium.
There was scrolling filigree, milgrain, and smaller diamond accents that wrapped around the sides.
By the time Reign finished kissing me, I was jerking at the ropes, beyond impatient to have him take me. I didn’t have to wait long. While we kissed, he’d somehow shed his pants without me noticing. His cock stood up fierce and proud.
Casting a wicked, wild look at me, my fiancé grabbed my hips and drove his cock into my pussy, never slowing until he hit the bottom and his balls smacked off my ass. I shouted his name and squeezed around him, causing him to bellow.
There were no words. We both fought to breathe as Reign hammered in and out of my pussy until I was a sobbing, climaxing mess. I came so hard I saw dark spots dance behind my eyes. By the time I relaxed, I became cognizant enough to realize he hadn’t come. His face was twisted up in a fierce snarl.
“W-why, didn’t you…?” I ran out of air and words.
“I want your ass,” he said gutturally.
That was something else we’d done over the past several months. Anal sex had been tried, and though it was painful, I found I loved it. However, he was always careful and had never been this crazy.
“I’ll take it slow,” he promised. He must’ve read my mind.
Knowing I could trust him, I nodded as I said, “Then take it.”
I moaned when he withdrew because I hated to lose him. It took mere seconds for him to get lube and slick up his cock to make sure it was extra slippery. Then he toyed with my asshole, pressing some lube inside with his fingers. Though it made him wait, he stretched them to relax my muscles.
When he had prepped enough, Reign walked behind me, then guided the head of his cock to my back door and pressed inside.
He kept his promise and took it slow. God, it felt incredible.
When he was fully inside, the thrusting started, and my body lit up again.
Reign wrapped his arms around me, cupping my breasts and kneading and twisting my nipples until I was begging.
“More, fuck me harder, Reign. Oh God, more!” I half sobbed and half screamed.
Little by little, he intensified, but never without my consent. Several minutes later, when I peaked for the second time and screamed his name as I milked his cock, Reign blew and grunted over and over. The feel of his warmth in my ass made me whimper.
It took a while to regain my wits and for him to do the same. When we did, Reign kissed along my shoulders, up the back of my neck, then turned my head to the side far enough that he could reach my mouth. Love and pride shone in his eyes.
“Thank you, Jaanu. Love you.”
“No, thank you, Maalik. I love you more.”
And then our mouths sealed together. I now had something more to look forward to—our wedding and then children.
I could hardly wait. It made me wonder what else would happen in this new world I lived in.
I never expected to find true love, join a kink club, and gain a new family.
Wasn’t life funny? Beware what you wish for.
The End Until House of Lustz Book 6: ??? Coming 2027