Heart of River {BDSM / 18+}

17

The rest of my time with Kentaro went relatively uneventful, he got hit with a bunch of work and had two work loads more than he was expecting. I made myself useful by doing chores, cooking and playing with his gorgeous ragdoll cat.

Kentaro seemed fine with me going into whatever room I wanted, and I spent so much time in the library with my free time, I finished four books in the time I was there. It was so nice to be able to read again.

"Are you ready, pet?" Kentaro called, his footfall echoing closer in the hallway.

"Yes, Sir." I heave my bag onto my shoulder and open the door wider just as he approached. I struggled a bit with the bag, as he let me take about a dozen books with me.

"Good, the car is out front. Go put your things in." He ordered, and I felt his stare the whole walk down the hallway and out the door. He opened my door for me before walking around to get in.

I was looking forward to seeing Casey again, and some time to relax. As much as I loved being a service sub, it was nice to know I had the opportunity to go and be free for a week and just have a friend, a companion.

We drove to the same area of town as last time, but we were actually sitting by down for lunch for the two Doms to sit and have a chat. Kentaro pulled out a leash from his pocket, it was thin and only about four feet long.

"You'll be a good pet, won't you?" His voice was low, seductive and kind.

"Yes, Sir." He nodded his approval and clipped the leash on my collar before we stepped out of the car.

He took hold of the leash again and I walked just a step behind him, looking around at the other people. There was a blue-haired sub being admonished by a very femme Domme in her pink blouse and black skirt.

I would smile but I didn't want Kentaro to see, for fear of my own punishment. I looked away and he opened the restaurant door, letting me in first. It was the only time I was allowed to walk in front of him, or if he was worried about my safety.

"Table for three." The obviously submissive hostess nodded and walked them to a booth with a nice window view. She brought a glass of water for him along with a pitcher and a bowl for myself, at Kentaro's request.

He sat close to the edge of the end, silently ordering me to kneel at his feet. We were facing the door, so the moment Casey walked through the door I could see him.

He looked around when he walked in, sliding sunglasses up onto his head. I bite my lip,  appreciating the look of his hair pushed back like that. He spotted me and headed over, briefly stopping a waitress on his way.

"Mr. Morikawa," Casey held out his hand. "How nice to see you again."

Kentaro stood and shook his hand. "You as well."

I looked up at the two very different men standing above me and tried not to sweat at the thought of being trapped between them. I lick my suddenly dry lips and the two men sit down.

"Hello, River." Casey smiled at me and I smiled back. I look up at Kentaro.

"You may speak, pet." He gave a quick pet to my head, showing his appreciation for my respect.

"Hi Casey."

Kentaro look at me and tugged on my leash, surprised at what he assumes is disrespect. I inhale sharply and bow my head, ready to accept a punishment.

"No, no." Casey said quickly, hands waving to stop him. "I told him to call me that, it's alright."

Kentaro studied the man in front of him before releasing the tension he had on my throat. He had a deep frown on his face and Casey's gaze wavered a little but kept eye contact.

He was definitely intimidated by Kentaro.

"I apologize, pet." He finally looked at me, tilting my chin up to inspect the red mark. His thumb brushed my cheek thoughtfully. "You were ready to accept punishment instead of telling me."

He wasn't quite glaring, but it certainly wasn't a good look. "Yes, Sir." I murmured.

He clicked his tongue and released my jaw. "We'll work on that next week." My body tensed with anticipation and nervousness.

"Yes, Sir."

Casey met my eyes and he looked apologetic. I gave him a small smile and he turned his attention back to Kentaro. They didn't say much before the waitress came and took their order.

"So, Mr. Harrin, how are you feeling about this arrangement so far?" Kentaro toyed with the cup in his hand, dragging his fingertip around the rim.

Kentaro had a very neutral look on his face most of the time, like he did now, but he watched Casey so intensely. I watched the way his fingers played on the cup and had to shift more than one time, remembering those same fingers on my skin.

Kentaro noticed my slight fidgeting and used his fingers to feed me a piece of ice. It didn't help the arousal I felt at all, but his attention was all I needed.

Casey's eyes followed his movements and he cleared his throat. "I think we haven't had enough time to really tell, though I enjoy my time with River."

Kentaro nodded, hand going to the back of my neck, softly stroking the sensitive skin. My eyes closed involuntarily and I hummed.

Was he trying to make Casey jealous?

"I agree. Why don't you and I have lunch together sometime this week, we can talk. Dom to Dom."

Was it my imagination or did Casey squirm a little? I definitely wasn't imagining the way his hands gripped the leather seat he sat on. Did Kentaro make him angry?

The food came, extinguishing all conversation as the bubbly waitress set food down. She gave Kentaro an extra little plate for me, but I knew I'd get to wait. He liked to feed me while he ate, giving me 'scraps' like a real pet.

They dug into their food and I waited, people watching to pass the time. He eventually brought a spoonful of chicken risotto down to my mouth and I gratefully ate it.

"Does he actually like that?" Casey asked between bites as Kentaro fed me another bite.

"As far as I've found." He pour a little more water in my bowl and pointed at it. I obeyed and drank, letting the water clean my face a little as well.

Casey didn't seem too keen on sticking around long after we finished lunch, so we walked back to Kentaro's car so I could grab my bag and he unclipped the collar.

"It's okay, it'll go back on next week." He brushed his thumb over my cheek, one of his favored forms of affection. I gave him a weak smile, my feelings all over the place.

Casey led me back to his car and unlocked the trunk so I could put my bag in. He slipped into the drivers seat, and I sigh a little as I let myself into the passenger seat.

"What're you feeling?" He asked once I was settled. He handed me his phone to pick the music and I settled on one I knew would calm his nerves. He seemed so tense after talking with Kentaro.

He drove and I observed. I was quite good at it.

"I'm not sure." I admitted. "I missed you when I was with him. But I miss him when I'm with you."

Casey didn't respond right away and I fidgeted with the seam of the seat. I watched his fingers turn white from gripping the steering wheel. I settle my fingers gently on his and his hand spasmed.

He sighed and smiled thinly at me, relaxing a little. "I'm sorry. I'm just feeling a lot myself."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He stared out of the windshield for a moment before responding. "We do need to talk, but it can wait until we get home."

I nod and fold my hands in my lap. I stared out of my door window to pass the time until I saw his reflection look at me once, twice. I turned to look at him and his eyes went to my neck.

I had been absently rubbing the slight indent the collar had left on my skin.