Her Wish, His Promise (Rewrite)

SEVENTEEN

CHRIS POV

I dial Ricky's number from the relative peace and quiet of my office, staring out the window. He picks up immediately, rather grumpy by the sound of his voice, "what the fuck do you want, Cerulli?"

I smile, chuckling. "I just wanted to let you know that I have your slave and that I don't need her anymore. Come by and pick her up anytime."

He's quiet for second, "are you fucking with me?" He hisses.

"No. Come get your hoe. I'm done with her." I say again.

"I'll be there in twenty minutes." He says, then hangs up. 

….

Ricky appears at my front door fifteen minutes later, looking like sleep deprived shit. I let him in and he rushes inside the house like a chicken with its head cut off.

"Where the fuck is she, Chris?!" He says.

"She's in the shower, she fucking wouldn't meet you without taking one first. Besides, I'm not so cruel as to deny her basic necessities." I retort.

He rolls his eyes, "as if, last I checked you rather enjoyed starving her and cutting her off from everyone she once knew."

I glare at him, "I'd rather not dredge up the past."

He scoffs, "then you should learn to avoid contact with your exes, but then again respecting boundaries and listening when someone says no isn't known to be your strong suit."

I pout. "Where's the fun in that?" I walk into the kitchen with Ricky not far behind me, his eyes widening at the sight of Layla standing in the kitchen. "Layla, you remember Ricky, don't you?" I say, grinning.

"How could I not?" She says, sitting down at the table.

Ricky stares at me, fury in his eyes, "you brought her back from England with you?!"

I nod, running my fingers across Layla's shoulder and resting it there. "I needed a new assistant. You know how it is."

She gives Ricky a side eye, searching his expression before looking expectantly up at me. "Besides, what kind of a dom would I be if I just abandoned my favorite little pain slut?" I chuckle, grabbing Layla by the jaw. "I'm sure you remember exactly what it was like playing with this little demon, right Rick? Although it's not like you were missing much since this little whore took it upon herself to tell you everything we did together in graphic detail."

The look in her eyes darkens, but she simply bats her eyelashes at me with a tiny smirk. "You love an audience, Master. Don't pretend otherwise."

Still looking unamused, Ricky fights back a slight smirk. “She’s got your number there.”

“I do get off on being watched,” I grin as I accept Layla’s outstretched hand with a nod. “And watching. And listening. And being your Master.”

Rick snorts as Layla extends a dainty hand in his direction. “I enjoy getting off between my two Masters.” She injects that ultra-femininity into her giggle as she sashays her ass seductively.

My former friend’s blue eyes land on me with confusion, but I simply shrug. “Are you game for putting this whore in her place?”

Layla drops hold of my hand instantly and presses her tight little body into Rick. “Please, Master Rick? It’s been so long since we played together and I miss your cock immensely.”

He places a finger in the center of her bottom lip as his grin widens further. “You mean you miss my immense cock, babydoll.” He pauses and then leans closer, pressing his lips into the shell of her ear. “Have you changed your mind, sweetness? When we last played together, you were afraid to take two cocks.”