Natural Submission: Book 1 of the Submission Series (13 page)

"You really are going to let me go?" She asked, and up until this point she realized it’s a question she’s still had buried, far away, in the back of her mind.

His eyes rake her with a probing interest like she's not even dressed at all, like he's assessing her for parts & in a way he is. He shrugs casually before continuing,"After our first couple nights together I think it’s pretty clear I'd rather use you then kill you Francine." he said casually sipping his wine. "Of course letting you go means that one day you might have a decision to make."

* * *

Later that day without her having to ask she found he had placed her boots by the door with a few small ceramic and plastic pots & her own gardening spade and fork, brand new so she could continue her botany. He had also placed some seeds for seasonings on top of the care package as well wanting to see what she could do. It was winter after all, but she was his Queen Mab.

She did not disappoint, Francine grew the seeds with flourish. K was in absolute awe, being pretty sure he remembered killing a Chia Pet in his youth.

He turned on some music, “Hey Ho” from The Lumineers poured over them. He liked the way her hips moved to the music we she thought he wasn't watching. How many Hail Marys would he need to say to make up keeping her here? Good thing he wasn't Catholic. As he watched her, a tiny voice inside needled him about the fact that he should provide her with more to wear in the crisp air.

 The surge of lust he felt to his groin as she bent over presenting her gracefully rounded hips and ass filling out the jean shorts he'd bought her quickly quelled that impulse. He vowed to be a better person - in his next life. The more time she spent with her research, and in her own head the more her unhappiness seemed to erode like rust off a restored engine. She chugged happily along this way and that, bobbing to the music coming from the cabin, again
when she didn't think he was watching
; he often watched when she was outside.

For a hunter K was a strange mix, he didn't trust the elements, the unkempt yard, not with her, but he could almost see her shifting to her center, finding her way back to happiness, contentment, forgetting for the moment her mistrust of him, her situation, what she saw as an obscure future, for all that he could deal with her being in the uncertain environment of the unkept snow covered yard.

When Francine came in from outside, K’s laptop was on the kitchen table still playing music like through a bluetooth speaker, but he was nowhere to be seen. She took off the boots and slipped on one of her pairs of sturdy comfortable flip flops, shutting the back door behind her. She caught a peek at him around the corner in the hallway.

Extra sneaky like, she slipped her feet from the flip flops and followed him at a distance down the hall, the music in the distance covering her silent steps. He was busy, he’d moved a heavy four foot safe on a dolly from his truck and set it up in the second bedroom in the back that had served until now as an office space. It was an austere space he never seemed to use. The door was cracked and she peered in behind him, he was so absorbed in his work he never even looked behind him to see her curious gaze from the hallway.

The stark bedroom had the same dull wood plank walls and hardwood floors as the rest of the cabin.

He was never here, preferring to work at the kitchen table, or on the sofa. She wasn’t fooled she knew he liked to keep an eye on her as well - although there had been no more escape attempts. In any case, this room seemed to serve no purpose but to house his secrets. She suspected this room’s locked closet also contained that damn toy bag that always seemed to go missing when he was away. She’d tried the knob the first time he was gone and it had not yielded. The desk contained nothing interesting besides some bland office supplies. After the first time he’d gone he’d brought her back a few items to keep her interest so she’d never bothered searching around again.

He had not meant for her to see him, so she did her best to stay quiet. She realized with a start that he’d tried to time all this while she was outside and occupied. Up until now, there’s been nothing in the second bedroom at all but an oldish style desk, and a office chair while still comfy looking had probably seen better days. Now he’d added a safe. She strained to see further inside, but found it impossible from her awkward angle. Finishing with the safe K closed it with a snap and turned the dial. She could hear it clicking softly from the door.

Realizing he’d be turning soon, her heart beating wildly inside her ribcage Francine darted lightly back down the hall.

* * *

 “So, what’s in the safe K?” Francine went back and forth all day about whether to say anything but curiosity began practically crawling through her skin, she couldn’t live with it one more moment.

“Insurance.” Was his simple answer. It was toward the end of a lovely rib eye dinner with blue cheese and broccoli. Francine loved rib eye and this time K had really outdone himself, but she had admitted that fillets were her favorite. He had even served it with a delicious Cabernet, making her feel warm and easy inside.

“What kind of insurance?” She asked feeling saucy. “Home, car...”

“Life.” He interrupted. That cooled her down. “Life, Francine.” It stopped her in her tracks, her mind immediately went to
her life
? What had she done now? She still barely knew this man...

“My life?” She asked hesitantly.

“No Francine, mine.” He responded fixing her with a steady gaze. Then he leaned back in his chair. “While away I was propositioned in regard to you Francine.” He said as she continued to look at him with a worried expression. “A full refund of my purchase price, and this was
after
I said what a lousy lay you were.“

Her face crumpled and her eyes filled with crushed tears at hearing this, she retreated into her own head and he doubted she even knew she was saying
“no no no no no.”

She had picked up her napkin holding it to her drowning in her own fear at the thought of being returned to her cruel captors. Immediately he regretted his callousness walking over to her and picking her up setting her in his lap, holding her close.

“Francine, look at me,” he commanded softly, “it was all lies, never would I do such a thing. You are the most passionate, desirable woman I’ve ever had.” His eyes, his voice compelled her to believe him.

“But you said...” she whimpered slowly coming out of it.

“I said what I hoped would keep you safe Francine. Do you know how many Doms would give every last penny, would kill easily for just one night,
just one night
to posses someone like you?

“Listen,” he said slowly, “what’s in that safe, it’s for you OK? If I don’t come back on the third day. You go to the safe, it will open and you follow the instructions to the letter. If you have ever given a damn about anything I’ve ever asked you to do you’ll do what I’m asking you to do now. To the letter Francine, do you understand?”

She nodded. “Try again Francine.”

Her eyes widened in understanding, “Yes Master, I understand.”

“What are your instructions?”

“On the third day to go to the safe and follow the instructions Sir.”

“Yes, good.”

“But shouldn't I wait for you?” Later she would wonder why she even asked.

“No!” He responded emphatically, his dark eyes intense, “You should not. You should not under any circumstances wait for me.” He looked at her regret in his eyes, “You will leave and forget about me.” Her brow furrowed in response at hearing this. “No, don’t say anything else Francine, I mean it. You’ll leave this place, please, and you’ll forget about me little sub, promise me, you’ll forget...”

Chapter 14

A few weeks later...

The boss was laid down the bloody hammer and then wiped the blood off of his fingers with the shirt of the man he'd just finished "questioning." Giving up he retreated to his office bathroom to wash his hands.

The water turned crimson, than swirled down the sink. The Boss loved this bathroom like his office. Tastefully redone to his specifications. Accented in chrome and masculine dark mahogany. The beautiful upstairs hid all of the darker workings downstairs. If things continued to spiral the
enhanced
building would have to be dismantled and the building abandoned.

Business was getting smaller, referrals were down, existing clients no longer increasing their harems, clients closing off. For the first time the boss felt the local authorities breathing down their necks. The worst thing was the lack of funds was forcing him to sell local holdings, especially in the ritzy Riverland County area. What was going on? The local authorities were breathing more and more down his neck, had even picked up that local cop he had turned a while back. They were just waiting to get enough evidence to make their case stick. Good thing K had taken care of one of the girls connected with
that
fiasco. That idiot cop was going down big time. The Boss would love to get that waste of oxygen under his hammer for a good 5 minutes - save everyone a lot of time.

 The bottom line was he was going to have to change locations, start over, but who could he send to scout ahead? Then it occurred to him, he'd send K. People liked K, responded to him. He'd never met K face to face, obsessed with keeping his identity a secret from all but a few of his men. He had seen K that first night with the girl in the club from one of the suits above through a glass look out while palming an expensive brandy. If you saw The Boss’ face it was often the
last
face you saw, but he'd tell Deke to let him know.

K was good with money and as far as he knew had no ties here. He'd be able to spot a good investment and even get them set up.

The blood had ruined his tailor made shirt - SHIT. It was never the kind of thing he worried about before all this started.

One final investment to expand but if this move didn't work they were finished.

Chapter 15

He was at it again. Did he have to do this almost every day? Francine had never seen such extended dedication to working out. For her exercise had existed primarily to keep her out of double digits. Never had she imagined anyone could exhibit this kind of discipline without someone else standing over them - well- cracking a whip. The thought made her give a delicate shudder considering she had seen a whip around recently. She’d tried to ignore it and go about her business.

 K was bare chested in grey sweat pants with white sneakers on and thick white socks. She swore sometimes he’d go sans shirt just to get her going. He always talked about how irresistible she was to him, but the truth was, he was becoming more and more irresistible to her every day. There were weight gloves on his hands with his fingers exposed to keep him from getting callouses. “Floor work” her “go getter” of an aerobic coach had called it. Suicides- she had tried them, just recently in the bedroom one of the last few days. Just getting the balance was laughable; she'd fallen in an undignified heap. She peeked back in on K, he was palming the barbells now, up and down, than at an angle, he could rest well, not having to worry about
her
craning him with one, she’d have to lift it first and had tried one day while he was away. That hadn’t gone so well either, she could barely lift one- with two hands. Shoulders wide, breathing with exertion, (nice and slow, in out, in out) a sheen of sweat on one elbow pushing up with his hips. The man did have a nice ass.
Damn Skippy!
He should leave her hands free more often so she could grab it while he-

She sucked in her breath, now the lunges with the barbells. Kickbacks, now he was just showing off!

He was on his elbows now and then came up on his hands for push ups, how much could one woman take? Not much more, but this was definitely her favorite part. Her eyes were glued on him as he ditched his shoes and locked on those damn gravity boots. He worked his abs with a kettle bell from
upside down,
his flat stomach rippling with muscle.

The last exercise was always the same and was also one of her favs. The traditional, sexy pull up. Seeing his back and shoulder muscles bunching and pulling was a real treat. He really was using that bar in some creative ways, her mouth went dry and oh yes what was that on the floor? Oh just her tongue. Her palms were sweaty and she was breathy... This watching him every day
had
to stop (and now before the yoga started).

Gathering her courage she walked in the room. He let loose the bar giving her his full attention. “I can do that”. She said.

“You can?” He responded with doubt, but assertively she approached the bar to show him, but after a couple jumps can’t even reach the damn thing. She never realized it was so high. He reached up, doing something to adjust the bar bringing it down a couple feet while trying to hide his mirth. Then he put his hands on her waist and with just a little lift she was able to reach the bar.