Page 51 of Sinner's Binding
“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 lettersHOLdisplayed. 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’llbe 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.”
Damir chuckled, then opened the door and wished us a great evening. Inside, the first stop was an alcove where the greeter sat. Their responsibility was to say hello, answer basic questions, and hand out wristbands with the beads patrons had chosen. I’d removed only the beads that didn’t apply from mine. I wore one on each wrist. I removed the non-monogamous red-and-black striped bead from the left bracelet and switched it to my right one, denoting that I was in a committed relationship and not willing to play. The other beads were on my right. The peach bead announced that I was an impact-play giver rather than the receiver, which would be peach on the left side. Theother main one on my right was a dark green bead that showed I was into bondage as the rigger.
“Hello, Sinner,” Donnetta said sweetly. She was tonight’s greeter. She gave Anastasia an appraising glance but not a bitchy one.
“Hi, Donnette. I need to do bracelets. This is Stasia, my girlfriend. It’s her first time here. On one, I need the white guest bead, plus the red-and-black striped committed one. On the other wristband, I need a yellow one for role-playing, a peach one for impact play, and a dark green one for bondage receiver, please.”
As I rattled them off, saying what they were for only for my lady’s sake, Donnetta swiftly and accurately made the two thin wire bracelets while chatting with Anastasia. Donnetta told her more about the bead system, what the inside was like, and who to go to if she had questions or problems. When she handed over the first one, I placed it on Anastasia’s right wrist, and then the last went on her left wrist. When they were in place, Donnetta smiled.
“It’s nice to meet you, Stasia. You’re gonna love it here. Sinner can answer just about any question, but if you ever need to know something, ask me: oh, and Sinner, congratulations on such a gorgeous catch. You be good to her,” she winked.
