Heart of River {BDSM / 18+}

5

The rest of the day went by agonizingly slow as I had nothing left to do, but he gave me paper and a pen to doodle with and free reign on the books he had around his office. Unfortunately they were full of legal jargon I couldn't understand.

"Well fuck you too, then!" He yells, making me jump. I hadn't been paying attention to his conversations but that brought me back to the present.

I look over to see him with his head in his hands.

    "Are you okay, Sir?" I ask quietly, watching him. He nods, head still in his hands.

    I could tell he wasn't but if he didn't want to share, I wouldn't press it out of him. I turn back to my drawing but keep an eye on him just in case. If we were closer, I would go to him but I didn't want to push any boundaries by touching him before I was given permission.

    "I think I'm done for the day, River. Let's go home." He says after a handful of minutes.

    I obediently pick up my pen and paper, replacing the pen in its holder and placing the papers in the recycling.

    "You aren't going to keep this?"

    I turn to look at the paper in his hand and shake my head. It was just a drawing of the room, with him sitting at his desk. He sets the paper on his desk and motions for me to go to the door.

    We walk in silence to the car and he opens my door for me. I give a grateful smile and slip inside, settling into the seat.

    There was always so much silence between us. It would drive me crazy if it felt awkward or uncomfortable, but it seemed like his natural state. I watched him walk around the car in the mirror, opening his own door. Before he could sit down, a voice called out to him.

    "Casey Harrin leaving work? Since when?" Trenton laughs, patting Casey on the shoulder.

    "Very funny." Casey gives him a tight smile. This man was obviously getting on Casey's nerves, but I knew standing up to a Dom was a bad idea. Especially one that wasn't mine.

    "You coming out with us tonight? We've got that corner room." Trenton leans over to wave at me. "You're welcome too, kid."

Kid? I was maybe three years younger than them. I smile nonetheless, purely out of politeness.

    "I don't know, we'll see."

    Trenton stops the door from closing, pushing it back open. "We'll see? You always come out on Friday nights. We hit up all the cheap rents and fu–"

"Not tonight, Trenton." Casey snaps, pulling the door shut. Trenton jumps out of the way and scowls at us through the door.

We drive off and Casey mutters to himself the whole way back to his house. To avoid looking at him every few seconds, I stare out the window and count the number of dogs I see. There were a lot more in the city than near the House, it made me happy to see.

    Even when we pulled into the garage, Casey remained in his own brain. I got out of the car and followed him inside, stopping to kneel next to the door once I got inside.

    If he was already upset, I didn't want to anger him further by doing something I wasn't supposed to. I shift into a comfortable position on my knees and watch him disappear into the kitchen. I can hear him rustling around with pots and pans through the door, all the while talking to himself.

    I don't know how much time passes before he comes through the door again, having finished his dinner and what sounded like packing the extras away. My legs had started to tingle, even with the muscle exercises I had been doing.