Her Wish, His Promise (Rewrite)

NINE

My eyes widen as I stare at Ricky, stuck between him knowing that I was snooping around his house and whatever dirty little secret he’s hiding. I can’t figure out what to say to him, ‘hey I was snooping because my ex told me you’re hiding something’ or maybe ‘I know it’s none of my business but who the fuck is under the bed’. I’m utterly fucked.

Well, it’s been nice knowing you world.

“I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have been snooping but-” I ramble out, only for Ricky to raise his palm towards me signaling for me to stop.

He pushes open the door the rest of the way, nudging me back into the room with a placid expression on his face. He turns the lights all the way up and walks to the bed. He kneels down and unlocks the cage, holding out a hand for the woman.

She stands to her full supermodel height, her light blonde hair falling around her face. She smiles at Ricky as he stands and she sits beside him.

“Mina, this is my submissive, Cheyenne.” he introduces with a gentle tone, resting his hand on her head.

“Oh, ooh...okay.” I say, sounding like an idiot. “I don’t know what to say.”

Ricky nods, “that’s okay. I have no expectations of you. I should have forewarned you but I didn’t want you to react badly. I understand that given what’s happened it might be a tender subject for you.”

He’s not wrong.

“I just assumed because she was in a cage and had the collar that she was like, Oh fuck I feel stupid that I even thought this but...thatshewasyourvictimorsomething.” I rush out, wishing I didn’t have to say the words. “I’ve just never seen anything like that you know?”

Ricky smirks and Cheyenne giggles into her palm, “No, she’s not my victim, at least not in the serial killer sense. Would you like to explain, Cheyenne ?” He looks at her and she nods.

“I find comfort in small spaces, and cages are a large part of our dynamic. Ricky collared me a few months ago and that’s what the padlock and chains are for.” She explains.

I give her a look of confusion. “What’s collaring?”

“In short it’s when a dominant gives a submissive a collar that symbolizes their ownership and recognizes our bond, it’s like a symbol of devotion, protection, and ideals we share. For some it’s even like marriage.” She explains.

I nod. “So you two are like a thing?”

“No, Cheyenne is my long term submissive and roommate. But outside of our dynamic we are just very close friends, she has a boyfriend.” Ricky says. “Anyways, I’m going to get some water, I’ll be right back.”

He slips out the room as quiet as a fox, leaving Cheyenne and I alone. 

She catches me rubbing my baby bump and squeals with excitement. “When are you due?!”

I smile, “In March of next year.”

“That’s so exciting, I love babies! Do you know what you’re having?” 

I shake my head, “I want it to be a surprise. There aren’t that many left in my life it feels like.” I sigh.

“So true. Shit just gets so predictable the older you get. It’s nice to have things like pregnancy to change it.”

“I guess. With a kid I think my life will be anything except predictable, but I can’t wait. How long have you been Ricky’s sub?” I ask. “If that’s not too nosy.”

“No it’s not at all, he’s been my dom for the last three years but we’ve been friends for five. I needed a place to stay after my last dom turned out to be a total asshole and kicked me out. So Ricky offered to let me stay here, then one day he found my buttplugs, and figured me out. The rest is history.” She smiles widely at me.