Heart of River {BDSM / 18+}

2

    We sat in silence most of the drive, only the softest noise coming from the radio. He hadn't made a move to turn it up or change it so I assume he doesn't mind silence.

    I hadn't seen much around the city, what with the House being a little out in the country. I would miss the calm noises, but I had been in the city enough to be comfortable.

    "So," he cleared his throat. "Something I didn't talk to you about."

    I turned to look at him, tilting my head. He gave me an odd look before laughing.

    "You look like a dog when you do that." I felt my face flush; that wasn't the first time I'd been told that. "Anyway, you'll really be going back and forth between my place and another guys'. Apparently you had another offer, which is why we're starting off with a rental."

    I nod my head in understanding, but dread the stress of being passed back and forth. "Yes, Sir."

We sat in silence for a while more before he spoke again. "You're really okay with that?"

The look on my face must have shown my confusion because he didn't seem surprised when I said, "I don't mind if it's what you and Madam decided."

"Madam? Oh, right, Bailey."

"Does it bother you? I don't want to make you unhappy, Sir."

He snorted a little before shaking his head. "No, River. It doesn't bother me."

I couldn't help but feel a small twinge of disappointment. It sounded like he didn't care whether I was with him or not. But it was just a rental, I had to remind myself. Of course I shouldn't expect anything to be permanent yet.

"You don't have to call me 'sir', by the way. You can call me Casey, or whatever. I'm not super strict, people just assume I'm an asshole." He smiled at me, turning the car into a long driveway.

"Yes, Sir. I mean–" He cut me off with another laugh and put the car in park.

"Listen, you call me whatever you want. What do you normally call your Doms?" He unbuckled and opened his door, climbing out.

I follow his lead and climb out, opening the back door to grab my things. I take this time to think about the times I've been contracted out, and the men it was to.

"Most like it if I call them Master, Mister or Sir. There was one who liked being addressed as Owner. Would you like me to call you any of those?"

    He gives me another one of his odd looks before opening the front door. I follow him in and take care not to drag my bags on the floor.

    "You can just set those there, someone will put it up." It felt wrong to have someone take care of my things when it was my job to do things like that, but I obeyed.

    The house was incredibly spacious and well decorated. It didn't seem like a house that someone like Mr. Harrin would do up himself, he must really be well off to have such a nice place. I follow two steps behind him as he takes me around.

    "This is the main room, the living room is just in there. The kitchen is over here, at the back of the house." He points to a swinging door, then leads me back towards the front. "All four of the rooms are upstairs, there are two that you aren't allowed in, the other two are your bedroom and the house library."

    "Yes, Sir." He looks at me. "Yes, Mr. Harrin."

    "You're lucky I'm a patient man." He sighs. "For the most part, at least. Come on, I'll show you to your room. Then we can talk about our earlier conversation."