Her Wish, His Promise (Rewrite)

FIVE

CHRIS POV

“Why the fuck is Richard involving himself with Mina? I warned him to stay away from her.” I growl into the phone. “What are they speaking about?”

Angelo is quiet for a moment before speaking quietly into the phone once again, “something about you hitting her. He looks upset oddly enough. What do you want me to do?”

I swallow dryly; I can’t have Mina spreading my indiscretions beyond the boundaries of our relationship. 

"Put him on the phone. I have a few words for him. And send Mina home."

The phone shuffles around before Ricky speaks.

“Chris, how is England?” He says, though by his tone I know he has about as much interest in my trip as I do his latest investment.

“About as well as you’d expect with your best friend trying to fuck your submissive.” I retort.

Ricky chuckles. “Funny you should mention that because we both know that you two are no longer together, though after you assaulted her with a riding crop I doubt anyone would stay in a relationship with you.”

An unbridled fear rips through me at the mention of my past transgressions. Who else has Mina told? Would she go to the police? Would that single moment define the rest of our relationship?

I’m torn between guilt and righteousness. I know that I’ve treated Mina better than she had ever been treated. I worshipped the fucking ground she walked on and brought her body to paradise, but I ruined all of that when I raised my hand to her. My temper just got the better of me and I lost control.

I should have been mature and talked it out with her. Maybe if we had just talked about it she would still be with me. This is between the woman I love and me.

I clench my phone tightly, trying not to go off just quite yet. “What happens between myself and my submissive is no one’s business but my own.”

“You didn’t seem to think so when you shamed and spanked her to the point that she broke into tears in front of an audience,” he deadpans.

I pace angrily in front of the large windows of my loft. The view of London at night is filled with lights and thirty stories up is quite breathtaking. All I can think is that I wish Mina and my baby were here to see it.

I clench my jaw, “Last I checked you and your sadistic cock got off on that.”

He’s silent for a moment. 

“There’s still a fine line between enjoying humiliation on a willing sub and legitimate abuse. You crossed that line, Chris.” His tone is accusatory and harsh.

I know he’s right but my pride refuses to be treated this way by the likes of Ricky. “Stay away from Mina and we won’t have a problem. Continue to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong and you won’t have one when they find your body.”

“If I had a dollar for every time I heard you say that.”

“When I’m finished with you, you won’t have any dollars, Richard.” I threaten.

The phone disconnects and I’m left to bathe in my own indignation and displeasure. I send a quick text to Angelo telling him to make sure she gets home safely then set my phone on the counter. The loft is silent save for the quiet, quiet breathing of Lily in the corner.

I cross the room to where she sits patiently, her wrists and feet bound together and an o ring gag shoved inside her wide open mouth. Sweat glistens on her flushed skin and saliva drips slowly down her jaw. Her wide brown eyes, mirror images of Mina’s, stare up at me in desperation.