Heart of River {BDSM / 18+}

12

    A/n: Happy Saturday! How're you guys doing? What's something you've accomplished so far this year?
    How do you feel about authors pictures of the characters? Would you like to see how I see them or keep them to your imagination?

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    I wake up from a light shaking of my shoulder. I grumble in response, my eyelids feeling heavy. "River."

    I realize it's Kentaro's voice and shoot up, out of bed. "Sir, I'm so sorry."

    "Relax, you're not in trouble." He reaches out to fix my hair. "You are to change and be presentable in 20 minutes, I have an unexpected visit from some colleagues."

    He was already dressed in a nicely pressed suit, a deep black color with a loose white dress shirt. I could see the barest hint of a tattoo on his collar bone.

    "Yes, Sir." I stifle a yawn and he gives me a once over.

    "They will have their subs with them, you will stay at my feet. Understood?"

    "Yes, Master." I nod. "I understand."

    He nods and leaves, shutting the door behind him. I shuffle over to the closet and scour through the clothes.

    I picked out a simple dress shirt and black pants, matching Kentaro. I messed with my hair for a little in the bathroom mirror before splashing water on my face.

    This would be my first test, my first chance to show Kentaro how capable I am. And I would do everything in my power to make him happy.

    I give myself one last look and brush down before making my way to his room. He was glaring down at a laptop, dark-rimmed glasses perched on the tip of his nose. He looked so handsome like that, all dressed up on the edge of a bed with that stern look.

    I didn't have to put much thought into imagining him looking at me like that when he noticed me in the doorway. He looked at me over the glasses, face pinched in either concentration or frustration.

    I shivered.

    "Good, you look nice." He shuts the laptop and gestures for me to come closer. I kneel in front of him and he adjusts my shirt slightly. "You will be silent unless spoken to, you will refill our glasses and you will be polite when addressed."

    "Yes, Sir." I stare at his chest, focused on keeping my back straight.

    He fingers the collar around my throat and tilts my head up. "If you do well, you'll get a reward. Embarrass me, and you'll be punished."

    I had expected the threat of a punishment, but not the promise of a reward. There was rarely a time Doms offered rewards to rentals, in my experience.

    I nodded and he gave me a small smile. "Good, go plate the food. It's all set out in the kitchen."

    I stand and try to recall my mental map of the house. I make my way in and see the serving plates stacked on the counter, small food on cookie sheets and glasses waiting to be filled.

    I knew I would be the one to serve it all, Kentaro had said he didn't keep servants of any kind. I got to work setting the platters out and neatly arranging the food in patterns. I heard the doorbell go off as I finished pouring out the drinks.

    I quickly set the bottle down and made for the door, opening it to greet my Masters guests. I keep my head bowed slightly and step out of the way.

    I take their coats as they pass through the doorway. Their subs follow a step or two behind, barely giving me a second of their time. Neither of them seemed to be held at the same level as me, clearly treasured by their Doms. They held their head high as they passed me.