Heart of River {BDSM / 18+}

25

I didn't call Casey that night. Or the day after. I knew I was being petty, but my feelings were still hurt and everything seemed a mess.

And tonight was the event Kentaro had told me about for his work. I was expected to be on my best behavior and to wear the mask and gag until he chose to take it off.

Kentaro looked delicious in his tux, and I had happily helped him with his tie, letting my touch linger on his chest. He had smirked and captured my hands in his, pulling me against him for a kiss.

"Are you ready, pet?" He was fixing his cuff in the entryway and gives me a once over as I nod. He'd bought me a nice outfit for the event that would eventually be removed once we got inside the hosts' house.

I smile a little when he pushes me to the side to open the car door for me and settle in to the seat. He'd started the car already so it was nice and warm compared to the chilly evening air.

He handed me my mask before gently shutting the door and walking around to his own seat. He buckled and checked his mirrors before reversing.

I'd never noticed before, but it was oddly hot the way he so confidently reversed, and could do it so smoothly. With his arm across the back of my seat and his face so close to mine.

I decided to be bold and kiss his jaw. His mouth twitched into a small smile but he didn't look at me, just turned around to keep driving. He didn't show as much affection as Casey, and I frown at the thought.

He showed his affection in other ways than blatant touches and words. I need to stop comparing them, it was pretty clear what my choice needed to be.

We got to the venue and I stared up at the ginormous, pristine white building. People were slowly going around the giant driveway, some having personal drivers and others, like we would, got out and handed their keys to a valet driver.

We slowly came around to the front of the building and Kentaro got out to open my door and handed the keys to a collared sub. I stared enviously after him, both for the permanent collar and for the ability to drive.

I slip the mask on and he helps clip it around, making sure the gag is comfortable. His hand settles on the back of my neck in a firm grip and I relax a little. I'm happy to have a reassuring weight rest there as we walk up to the door.

"Be my good boy." His breath tickles my cheek and I nod ever so slightly. He hands the security guard a piece of thick paper, an invitation most likely, before we're let in.

Kentaro nods his thanks and tucks the invitation back into his coat as we step inside. There was classical music playing from somewhere, and people were dressed in fancy clothes. Waiters walked around with plates of tiny foods and champagne flutes.

We walk around, his hand coming to rest on my waist to guide me around in the crowded areas. He stopped to say hi every once in a while to other Dominants, some of which he did so sincerely, and most he did professionally.

I hear a laugh and instantly my ears perk up and my skin tingles with anxiety.

Casey. That was Casey's laugh. Casey was here.

I clutch onto Kentaro's sleeve subtly, so as not to interrupt his conversation but to ground myself. He gripped my wrist, squeezing gently before applying a comforting amount of pressure. All the while he kept talking.

Did Kentaro know he was going to be here? Or did he say something after I hadn't called and they decided to ambush me? Or, most likely, I scolded myself, Casey knew a lot of people and it was complete coincidence that he was here.