Her Wish, His Promise (Rewrite)

TEN

My fingers rap on the table as I sit and wait with impatience for Ricky. My nervousness is beyond palpable though I’m trying to keep it together.  Normally he makes me feel calm but given what I’ve agreed to...well that might change.

I feel a tap on my shoulder and nearly jump out of my skin. I turn around to see Ricky dressed in all black with a soft smirk on his face. My heart still leaps from my rib cage but I calm a little now that I know it’s him.

“Did I scare you?” He chuckles.

“A little, I mean I’m already nervous as fuck.” I play with the end of my shirt.

He takes my hand and places them on the table as he sits beside me. “There’s no need to be nervous, we will do this at your own discretion and timing. I will never cross the lines that Christopher did. I just need you to trust me.”

I nod, searching his face. His eyes are like clear pools, I find nothing but honesty and patience within, though it’s not like I’m the greatest judge of character. 

“Firstly I want us to discuss what we both want out of this dynamic, and what we don’t want. Communication and comprehension is what’s going to make this work so just be blatantly honest with me as I will be with you, no judgement.” His deep, velveteen voice explains.

I lick my lips, trying to think despite the hammering of my heart. “I agree.”

“Then what are your hard and soft limits? What kind of things are you hesitant to partake in but might try and what are things you refuse to do?” He explains.

“Well, I don’t ever want to be slapped or punched, that much I know.” I say. Ricky begins typing away on his phone, but keeps his eyes on me the whole time. 

“What else?” 

I bite my lip and rack my brain, “Honestly I’m not sure. I’m very open to trying new things. If I’m being honest Chris decided most of what we did and I don’t think there was anything I didn’t like.” I shrug and lean back into the chair.

He stops typing, “that’s because Chris very much knows what he likes and expects his submissives to follow suit. He’s very particular and enjoys fucking subs more than anything else.”

Of coure Ricky knows him better than anyone else, his subs seem to tell him everything, and he can read people like a book. He’s open with everything but is still somehow an enigma to me, maybe that’s how he likes it.

He continues speaking, “Since you seem to be at a loss, I’ll tell you what I enjoy. I have a fondness for shibari and other forms of bondage, I like knowing that there’s no resistance. I also like partaking in orgasm denial, sensation play, and sensation deprivation. As a dom my hard limits are bodily fluids, fisting, and most forms of edge play. It simply isn’t something that I enjoy. I am flexible on degradation to a certain extent, along with some roleplays. I know that these words mean absolutely nothing to you, judging by the look of confusion on your face. Therein lies the issue.”

“What do you mean?” I question.

“I mean that you’ve experience some kink, but as far as the world of S&M goes, you know virtually nothing, which isn’t to invalidate your experience but simply to say that we will have to start at the very beginning.” He explains.

I nod, “you make it sound like you're going to be my teacher,” I laugh.

Cheyenne walks into the kitchen, a devious smirk on her face, “he makes an excellent professor when we roleplay. He handles a ruler better than a nun.”

She sits down beside me with a bowl of chips and begins munching on them. “Want some?”

My stomach growls and Ricky eyes me, “you haven’t eaten yet today have you?”