Natural Submission: Book 1 of the Submission Series (12 page)

And what was up with the hickey on K’s neck? Armin hadn't missed
that.
Like some woman had sucked him dry, in more ways than one. K had been gone for almost two weeks, expected time off to presumably “break in” his new toy. Those pills couldn't have lasted more than a day or so, than the “real fun” should have started. Even with restraints he should have taken a few licks.

He looked like he’d had as much fun and was relaxed as any Dom Armin had ever seen around here, without the “war marks” to prove it. And a hickey? Armin hadn't seen one of those since he’d been around the vanillas in high school.

Without a doubt that K was a Dom too, no one doubted that. He wouldn't have been allowed to work for The Organization otherwise. He’d gone with them to one of the clubs one time in order to set that matter to rest, the secretive bastard. He’d never seen anyone control a whip like that skilled son of a bitch. He could still hear the selected and willing sub’s cries of mingled pleasure and pain as she came over and over under his expert blows. A man didn't learn to do that without
a lot
of practice.

So either K was just making due with a bad purchase, or that little blond
was
a hot submissive that the organization had just let slip through their fingers - to a damned accountant.

Now the question was, how much would The Boss pay if Armin was able to get her back?

Chapter 12

Don’t leave the cabin.

His words of warning echoed in her ears.
Fine.
She thought reluctantly. The cabin was quiet without him here. She explored it once, then again. Only one closet was locked to her prying eyes - and it was small. She wondered what was in there, but seeing as how all of his ties that he had used on her in bed were missing she could venture a guess. Trying to open the door got boring quick. He’d left her some newspapers and magazines. She read the magazines, then the newspapers.

There was a deck of cards so she played solitaire. Then she watched a movie. There was plenty of food, and Francine had never been much of a creative chef, but she tried just for the distraction.
Had her cooking always tasted like this?
His leftovers were better than her best effort,
now that was just sad
.

She watched the last few movies, then re-watched a few, but she mostly thought. She thought a lot about what K had said, about that dirty cop, about him being on the lookout for her. The thought of being at the mercy of someone like that man in the suite who had tormented her had completely terrified her when she was being held. Now the thought of being recaptured paralyzed her turning her mouth to cotton. She knew she could never go back there, she’d do anything to avoid that hell hole again. She was starting to realize that she had very few survival skills or self defense skills and this was something she would definitely correct if she was ever allowed to go free again.

She was sitting in the kitchen thinking about things over a sandwich, watching the woods from inside. Her little plants were seated around her beneath or near the windows where they could get the light. Their leaves were delicate with graceful slender veins watching them filled her with delight. One advantage to having him here was that she could go outside and search for more.
yeah Francine, don’t act like that’s the only advantage.
She rolled her eyes at her sassy inner voice.

She should
not
be eagerly awaiting his return. Her mind flashed to feel of him pounding inside of her as her body crested on a wave of intense pleasure.
Think about something else Francine.
Okay, he was a really great kisser too.
No Francine! Not that!

It was hard not to. She told herself it was because she was here, with limited mental stimulation. She had no choice but to think about how great his hands were on her body, how they could be so gentle one minute and the next, swat her with just the right pressure on her bottom, or press her nipples between his fingers just enough to make her squirm and seep with passion between her legs.

And she should
definitely
not be thinking about what might have happened to her if he hadn’t brought her here. Thinking too much on that might cause her to kneel at his feet with gratitude and that would be, well, that would be just
wrong
, right? She pushed the rest of the sandwich away having lost interest in the wake of her runaway thoughts.

You’re here because I didn’t want someone else to have you.

She should really spend more time wondering what that meant. She should be asking him more questions. She really should, but in reality she just didn’t care. She was too busy being grateful and increasingly attracted to him.

Are you going to miss me Francine?
Of course not, she told herself, she was
glad
he was gone for a couple days. Glad to be by herself. Glad to be left in peace, without all that
kissing
and
touching.
She didn’t miss him at all. She sighed as she placed her head on her upper arm stretching it over the table feeling foolish and defeated.

She had gone to school and earned a PhD. It had been a long time since her own thoughts made her feel so dumb.

Chapter 13

Deep after midnight on the second day Francine felt K slip back into bed beside her fresh from a shower. She knew as soon a he laid beside her, his body wash always smelled like the ocean. Still languid from sleep she sighed as he pulled her close against his body, nothing between them except the thin flesh colored nightie and matching silk panties she’d found in a drawer. Immediately she felt small and safe again, as she cuddled in before she fell back into a deeper sleep.

* * *

The next morning K ran his hands over Francine’s body, he’d missed it so much. It was warm and silky, but her skin was dry. “You didn’t use the body butter I bought you while I was away.” He said seeing her heavy lidded eyes peering up at him in the slowly lightened room. He opened the bedside drawer and pulled out the rose scented body butter screwing open the cap and kneeling over her, between her legs. Grabbing one leg he slowly lotioned from her slender foot and ankle upward, moving on to her panty line. He noticed how shapely and strong her legs were as she stared up at him and wondered what she did for exercise before she was taken, and if she missed it. He then went to the other leg giving it the same treatment stroking slowly from her panty line down as she stared up at him. Her eyes were still hazy from sleep, and she had a strange expression on her face.

“Did you sleep okay while I was gone?” His voice is deep and thick.

“Yes sir.” She responded. His hands were on her bare bottom now under the panties. He came up over her belly now, stripping off the thin silk and after heating up more of the rose scented body butter with his hands began to spread it lightly on her belly, then her breast, her nipples, then her shoulders, her long slender arms and back. It felt so good, relaxing, she eased into the feeling, making her next question sound abrasive.

“Am I the first slave you’ve collared Master?” his hands stilled.

“What makes you ask that Francine?” his hands continued their deliberate, careful work.

“I was just wondering.” She had turned her head, looking away from him.

“You’re the first one.” he ceded massaging the tension from her muscles now.

She looked back at him. “I just wanted to say, thank you sir.” He paused, but still lifted her nightgown off her completely, going back to massaging her now exposed, full tender breast kneading them, staring into her eyes as he began to gently and then more insistently squeeze her nipples.

“You shouldn’t thank me Francine. I’ve never wanted something so badly.”

She had no idea how to get through to him for what he’d done for her. Then her sharp little mind turned again. “I like what you’re doing now sir, I can tell it pleases you, and it’s making me wet.”
That got his attention.

His eyes widened, then his pupils dilated and his impetuous hands slipped a pillow under her, “Hang on to the base board Francine.” He said gruffly impatiently pulling her panties off the rest of the way before he reached between her legs finding her hot center wet - very wet.

What had come over her?
She wondered,
to say such a thing?

K saw her blush, her uncertainty. “You are wet.” He said turning her over positioning her hands the way he wanted them on the baseboard. “But you don’t have to be embarrassed.” He pulled her hair back gently from her face his words close to her ear and raspy with hunger “I’m glad you’re here.” He put his finger back between her legs stroking her like petals on a flower. She gasped, “A submissive finds pleasure in keeping her Master happy. When I’m with you I’m more focused, relaxed, I ignore distractions.” The achey heat in her belly was becoming unbearable. “This will be good for both of us, you’ll see.” Did he mean the coming sex, or their time together, she was quickly losing interest in the particulars as she began to gain interest in his thickening erection pressed against her bottom. His kiss over her shoulder was like a sauna, hot, wet, making moisture bead up between her legs, her flesh ache. She gasped and twisted, impatient for him. “You’re a truly excellent fuck Francine.” Her words made her push up against him. “I look forward to teaching you all about pleasing me.”

She was so eager beneath him, pressing back, keeping her hands on the headboard like she’d been told. He could tell that she liked to follow his directions, even though sometimes after she walked away he saw worry mar her brow. It was all new for her, but for him it felt like she pulled something unexpected inside of him, a passion and excitement he couldn't refuse and not able to wait any longer. The path to her was always clear like a glassy, azure Caribbean ocean. She was just as soft and orgasming with her never left him concerned or worried about anything. On the contrary, it made him feel as relaxed as lying on that beach's soft, cradling sands.

He tore open a condom before he sheathed himself with a long stroke. He worked himself inside of her moist heat entering her from behind while biting on her neck. The bite heated her groin even more and she groaned in response, throwing her head back, her pussy clutching his cock as she rocked back against him, pushing and arching her back as he worked her from behind for several moments before he put one hand beneath her to find her clit.

She twisted, making it easy for him, he pressed against her slick ridge, hungry after two days without him, and placed his other hand on her breast, continuing to work her pink nipple. It wasn’t long before her release was upon her and she was pulsing around his cock as he pushed faster inside her, pounding, finding his own ardent release after their time apart.

Afterwards they lay together for a moment before he got up lazily and started breakfast for them. She came in behind him in her short silk robe and slippers, her collar duly blinking beneath her hairline. She went straight over to the coffee pot deciding to put some on. He stopped her going all Dom. She caught his look,
Oh no
... Her clit was still sensitive from his manipulating it, her body was still tender and her bright hair mused...

She looked up at him expectantly.
He
didn't want any of her sass this morning,
he was saying,
he was tired of her coffee, of telling her to make it nice and strong, she’d already had two days to enjoy her weak coffee.
What did he have in store for her next?

That’s when he showed her his
new
toy, she looked at him taking it all in. “And see, these go in here. They're coffee pods Francine, you stick them in the brewer. It
filters
the water and everything. That way you can keep on enjoying that weak swill you like and I can finally have decent coffee.” She just shrugged quietly in response looking the selection of pods over.
yeah
, he thought,
he'd be watching his little her-bal-ist.

She smiled, trying not to roll her eyes over the irony of what the pods were called.
Whatever.
She selected one she thought he might like (labeled "extra bold") and popped it into the machine first, enjoying the strong aroma.

He waited until they'd eaten, then gave her a piece of paper. “It’s my blood panel, I've seen yours so you might as well see mine."

Oh yeah, ‘cause they’ve... had sex. He’d used a condom, but still...

“Thank you.” she said reaching for the folded paper.

He didn't have to show her this, he was making a point. And then all the pieces start to come together, and as she looked pointedly at the white paper, hope swelled from it.