Validation (A Cricky Fan Fiction)(REWRITING.)

XXII

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Ricky grabbed the tail of his onesie as the ding sounded in the elevator. The doors opened to reveal Chris in his infamous $7,000 Tom Ford suit. He tried his hardest to hide his smile as Ricky made his way towards him, the black hair that peaked out from below the hood swayed freely. Ricky looked up at Chris, his ocean eyes appearing so light in contrast to his makeup and hair.

"You can laugh. I see how hard you're trying not to."

Before Ricky could even finish his sentence, Chris had doubled over in laughter. Ricky giggled lightly at the dominants reaction to his outrageous attire.

"You know I can't take you seriously with that on."

"Well you'll have to deal with it because I literally only have leggings and that Gucci crop top I stole from you."

"That's fine. Anything but that will be fine."

Ricky laughed as undid the zipper to his onesie and stepped out of it, slinging the discarded fabric over his arm. The two walked to the meeting room. Chris obviously trying his luck, went to place his hand on Ricky's ass but was pushed back by Ricky.

"Business meeting." Ricky reminded.

They made it to the awkwardly big meeting room and sat down, Ricky getting out the contract and a pen from the envelope. Chris started intently at his concentration and admired his dedication to the meeting.

"Impressive." Ricky commented as he saw Chris with his paperwork already there.

"I've done this before." He smirked. "Business meetings, I mean. Mr. Olson, your meeting." He continued.

"Page 1. Strike out my old address and replace it with the new one."

"An oversight. Done immediately."

"Page 3. Section 15.20: The Submissive shall submit to any sexual activity demanded by the Dominant and shall do without hesitation or argument." Ricky laughed, earning a harsh glare from Chris across the table.

"Uh. Turn to page 5, Appendix 3 Soft Limits. Find Anal Fisting."

"I'm all ears."

"Strike it out."

"You sure?"

"Yep."

"Uh same page. Is the use of sex toys acceptable to the Submissive? Vibrators, okay. Dildos, fine. Genital clamps, absolutely not." Ricky continued.

"Consider them gone."

"What are butt plugs?"

Chris was about to answer when two of his assistants walked in with dinner and glasses of non alcoholic wine.

"You must go through a lot of NDAs."

"The staff know only what I choose to tell them. Please resume, Mr. Olson."

"Also on page 5, there are some terms that need clarification. Suspension?"

"Hanging in ropes from the ceiling."

"For what possible reason?"

"For your pleasure. Mine as well. Something to consider."

"No. Hard limit. Is bondage acceptable to the submissive? I'm good with rope, leather cuffs, handcuffs. Please lose tape, and uh what's other?"

"Cable ties?"

As soon as those words left Chris' mouth, flashbacks from the day in the hardware store ran through Ricky's mind.

"Can I just say how impressed I am with your commitment to his meeting? And in that spirit, I'm going to throw is a sweetener. How about, once a week on a night of your choosing, we go on a date. Just like a regular couple. Dinner, movie, ice skating. Whatever you want."

"Accepted. You're very kind." Ricky smiled, finding it difficult to stop the smile growing bigger.

"I'll suggest it in appendix 5."

The two stared at each other, smiling smirking. Nothing else was to mention so Ricky laced the contract back in the folder and took a sip of the wine, coughing as he heard the words that came out of Chris' mouth.

"I would like to fuck you into next week."

"You're not fighting fair."

"I never have."

Ricky liked where the conversation was going but changed the subject to piss Chris off.

"I'll review all these changes and give you a decision next week."

"You wanna leave?"

"Yes."

"But your body tells me something different. Your legs, for instance. The way your crossing your legs together under the table. The change in your breathing, and in your complexion."

"My complexion?"

"You're flushed. It's the adrenaline."

Ricky moves his hair to one shoulder, biting his lip. Chris reaches up and loosened his tie, undoing the knot and the fist three buttons on his shirt

"Let's day I did stay. What would happen?"

"Let's say, I'd help you out of those skimpy clothes of yours and be pleased to discover you're naked underneath. Then I'd bend you over."

"Right here? On this table?"

"Yes."

They stared with lust in their eyes, Chris wanting so badly to just over control the brittle body sitting across the table.

"Thank you for the meeting, Mr. Cerulli."

Chris stared at Ricky angrily, so built up with sexual frustration. He tightened his fist until his skin turned white, cursing Ricky out in his mind for giving him the most painfully quick boner he's ever had.