As the early morning sun began to cast its warm rays across the expansive garden, Miss Nica Nordic stood tall in a field of blooming roses adorned with a cocktail dress and heels, watching her newest acquisition work diligently below her. The young man, kneeling and dressed in nothing but a collar and leash, worked tirelessly, meticulously jetting water onto each and every one of her precious flowers. Sweat glistened on his muscled frame, reflecting the light as he continued to toil away under the brunt of the rising heat.
She watched him for a moment longer, noting the way his shoulders rippled with every movement, the way his tongue darted out over pursed lips that seemed to beg for release from this seemingly endless task. Finally, unable to resist any longer, Miss Nica approached him and kneeled down, her skirt flaring around her as she did so. Looking deep into his eyes, she offered him a flask filled with ice-cold water. "Drink up," she commanded softly, the first hint of emotion cracking through her otherwise aloof demeanor.
He eagerly clasped the flask between shaking hands, drinking greedily from it as if it were nectar. When he finally pulled away, Miss Nica could see the cool droplets from the flask beginning to form on his lower lip, reflecting the garden's lush greenery. She reached upwards, her finger and thumb connecting with the still-damp skin as she traced the outline of his mouth. "You may go back to work now," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, though it resonated like a dark song remembered.
With a quick nod, he scurried back to his task, watering the flowers once again. Miss Nica watched him for a time longer before retreating back into the grand manor looming in the distance, content with the knowledge that she owned his body and soul.
