Heart of River {BDSM / 18+}

14

    It was later in the evening when he woke up. I had dozed off for a little while, but startled awake a few minutes before Kentaro. I had just slipped my clothes back on and sat on the edge of the bed when he yawned.

"Come here, pet." He croaked groggily. I crawled to him and he pulled me against his chest. It was slightly awkward, like he wasn't used to it, but I laid my head against him and his breathing settled.

"Would you like me to make dinner, Sir?" His fingers had started to draw mindlessly on my arm.

    "That would be nice, thank you." I slid out from under his arm and thought about what to make as I passed through the kitchen door. He didn't have as much as Casey did, seeing as he had no servants to keep up the shopping for him.

I made do with what I had and made a simple dinner. I plated it and arranged it on a bed table. Settling it across his lap, I kneel at his side. He reaches down to pet my head before taking a few bites.

    I wait patiently, watching him eat. "Open."

    I open my mouth and he places a piece of fish on my tongue. I hum in appreciation and thank him once I've swallowed.

    "Sir?" He glances at me and nods. "I know it's not on my chore list, but would it be okay if I did some shopping for the groceries?"

    He pauses, fork halfway past his lips. The look he's giving me makes me feel like a child, like I've just asked the dumbest question.

    "No." And he continues eating. I debated asking, but I don't want to upset him. He sighed and I looked up, his face scrunched slightly in irritation. "What?"

    "I just..." I paused to collect my thoughts. "Why not, Sir?"

    "Because it's not safe for a sub to be alone on the streets. Even if you're a collared sub." He explains. He says the tray aside and turns, putting a leg on either side of me. "Do you have any more questions?"

    "No, Master." I bow my head.

    "You're not in trouble, pet." He tilts my head up. "We'll go tomorrow, when I'm done with work."

    I nodded and he grips my jaw firmly. I inhale sharply, startled. "Y-yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

    "Good boy." He praises, letting go. "I expect my pets to use their words at all times."

    "Yes, Sir."

    "Put my plate away and get yourself something eat." He stands, crossing to his bathroom. "Then come back in here and wait in attention at the foot of the bed."

    "Yes, Sir." He closes the door and I grab his plate, taking it to the kitchen and rinse it off. I set it down and take a few deep breaths to calm my racing heart and finish cleaning.

    I was used to punishment and disappointment, but it never failed to make me feel like I was having a heart attack. Rejection hurt the most, a cold would wash over me, a tightness in my stomach and bile rose up my throat. And the shivering.

    When I had first graduated my training, they gave me a few months before my first job. The man had been nice at first, showered me in flowery words and bought a few trinkets. But after a while, when he would drink, he would fuck me angrily and then be repulsed by me the moment he was sober. The shivering started after that, every time I was anxious or felt a sense of rejection, I would shake uncontrollably and my teeth would chatter.

    I could feel the shivers starting but I pushed my thoughts away and heated up a small portion of food for myself. I didn't feel like eating, but I ate what I could and washed up again.