Natural Submission: Book 1 of the Submission Series (32 page)

“Please sir!” her bottom was really
hot
now.

“I want that bottom to stay pink Francine, and I like the way it looks around that g-string.” His voice gentled. “Now tell your Master, what are you afraid of?” Suddenly, it was dragged out of her lying there, exposed, “That you’ll leave Sir.” and she felt hurtful tears threaten even as the desire continued to flood her traitorous body. “That you’ll leave.” She said again more quietly.

He turned her back over onto her back and placed one of the couch pillows under her hips before looked into her hurt dilated eyes. “I won't leave you Francine, my little submissive, I love you.” He pulls the g-string down over the sexy blocky heeled shoes he kept on her feet. She has great legs his little sub and they’re wide opened them to him. Not able to wait any longer he put his tongue on her hot center, working her over, as she struggled vainly, helplessly in her bonds.

Her heeled feet were at his back and he was like a dark cougar lapping at his own personal dark pool between her wide spread knees, his tongue was working it’s terrible dark magic. Soon her back was arched, her fist clenched in her bonds, breast thrust to the ceiling.

 All he’s allowed her to say is either her safe word or his proper address during their love play so the only sounds in the room were his succulent licking and her soft, hungry voice as she softly begged, “Master, Master.” over and over again.

When finally she WAS orgasming against his mouth, against his strong arms and he’s wrung every thrust, every spasm, every tremor he could from her poor pleasure tortured body - neither one of them was aware that they are being watched.

In fact two eyes had been watching them from right outside the window the whole time.

* * *

No matter what she seemed to say he never seemed to be deterred, they both knew it made her
crazy
. When it came to Paris, Frank seemed to have a one track mind; Francine had to admire his gumption. Unlike most guys for some reason Frank didn't seemed put off by Paris acerbic nature toward law enforcement, casually reflecting her verbal barbs.

“Oh
fuck
Frannie
he’s
back again.”

“Who?” said Francine innocently.

“That
damn
Frank.” And he
was
back again. Like Karl he was dressed casually for a summer day off. Karl was a in cargo shorts and short sleeve V neck shirt, Frank a little more rugged in relaxed fit jeans and a t-shirt. Paris waited until he was just within earshot and said, “What is the FBI agent so slow that he needed directions to find his way home this morning?”. It was the weekend and Frank
did
happen to time his visit the same time as Paris’ bi- weekly flower raid on Francine’s nursery. Paris referred to her constant pilfering from Francine's garden as "borrowing- with no intent to return."
Legally
it probably did sound better that way. To Francine it still felt like she was out a little profit, but what did she know about the law?

Thinking that leaving the three of them downstairs might not be the best idea she said “Frank, I signed the documents you asked for, if you could come in the office I could get them for you.”

“Sure.” He said. Stealing one more look at Pairs he followed her to her office leaving Paris and Karl alone for the moment.

Paris looked flustered, uncomfortable, clearly this was a woman that was not used to expressing the wider range of emotions. “I've looked into those men, that took Fran, what they were doing to women and what you did, rescuing and taking care of Frannie, it's hard for me, I mean I don't really know how to say, thank you-"

Francine came into the room, the air felt heavy; "What's going on here?" she asked.

Paris' face lightened, "Oh, nothin' Frannie, Karl here and I were just coming to an understanding.” She said, Karl gave a slow nod in response.
OK.

Since most of Paris' "understandings" ended with someone either losing a lot of money or writhing on the floor in pain Francine decided it beat to diffuse the situation, Although, the look on Karl's face was one of appreciation and respect, not something Paris often inspired without the fear. “Paris how 'bout we go outside so you can check out the orchids?” Best to get along while the gettin' was good. Of course Paris could not resist one more verbal shot at Frank (under her breath) before leaving, Francine giggled despite herself.

He watched Paris lift the white plastic looking, limited edition galoshes, with pink breast cancer awareness ribbons floating every which way, off the floor, and allow herself to be led outside. Once there she disposed of her fancy pumps and slipped on the galoshes clomping behind her adopted sister into the garden at a quick pace. He had wondered who those belonged to, they being a size or two too big for Francine.

* * *

The two men followed the ladies out and sat on the patio where they could keep an eye on them trudging through the flower beds, their voices barely perceptible from the gardens. Karl was watching Francine through his Oakleys, Frank was watching Paris through his Ray Bans. He was always watching Paris, drawn like a moth to a flame the tall leggy brunette had become acquainted with Francine while she continued her self defense classes.

Paris had been taking classes even longer than Francine and took it very seriously. Now there was a reason to get “lawyered up” if he ever saw one. The two men sat outside on Francine's porch sipping one of Karl’s imported beers. Not able to resist ribbing him Frank said to K, “Your Francine has a nice ass.”

"Uh huh. Watch yourself." warned Karl.

"She up for a threesome?"

"You up for an ass kickin'?" Rebounded Karl, “besides, I know you're all worked up about our Miss. Paris.”

“Well, now that I can’t deny, and might I say for an undercover you’ve done a lousy job getting information for me about our Miss. Paris. You're supposed to be subtly asking Francine.”

“Mmmm, still don’t know, she might be a vanilla or maybe even a Domme the way she carries on.”

“A Domme, parish the thought! Vanilla?! Well, shit! Did you hear the way she was talking to me earlier? He crossed his arms over his chest as he recalled her honeyed voice saying just loud enough from the foyer before she exited the room with Francine. “I swear Francine he’s a biscuit, look at how he parked his truck! The FBI must serve up
dumb
for breakfast.”
He was still smarting under the insult. He snatched up his beer in frustration, “One Dom to another, makes me wanna run for some cuffs and a switch, a nice wide belt, somethin'."

"Mmmm." Karl grunted thinking of his own current restrictions and Francine’s especially good behavior, before taking another sip of his own beer, his own situation was so distressingly disappointing.

 “That proud round ass on her," said Frank nodding appreciatively toward Paris and I can’t even spank it?" He made a swishing motion and they both took another sip of beer. "We'll maybe she'd let me vaniiiilla it from behind, then at least I could
look
at it." Karl almost choked on the laugh that bubbled up, "Or maybe she'd let me vaniiiila that mouth of hers- I mean listen to her go." The voices had gotten closer and had become more spirited. "What are the two of them going on about now?"

"Francine just got a new purse, or something."

“So what? How can the two of them get so worked up about something like that?"

Karl took another sip of his beer, "Quite easily, I'm beginning to think with them it's the normal state of affairs.” Below Paris' voice was raised, arguing the negatives of a case that Francine had little hope of winning. Francine was doing all she could to hold her own against the eloquent attorney’s logistic arguments."I mean think about it, I vaniiila that mouth, it might give
all
of us some peace and quiet,
shit
- might even set a record."

Karl let the laugh escape now but Frank was lost in the thought of his cock sliding between Paris' pillowy lips and had to shift position. "Shit, I'm Frank's cock and I approve of this message." not able to hold back now K doubled over laughing at Frank's carnal joke. Their mirth continued until they spotted Ralph crossing the toward Francine and Paris.

Francine’s expression had changed. Paris
was
fashionable, maybe the purse
was
ugly. Paris could see her giving in. "It’s
ugly
Frannie!"

 “Joell gave me that purse!"

 “Joell from class? It figures! Someone's slapped her with an ugly stick too! Where'd she get it, where purses go to die?"

“I saw her with it one day and I happen to think it's classy-"

Paris snorted “Yeah, like the steam engine's classy, you don't see them making a comeback. It’s called The Factory Outlet Francine."

“Yeah, is there anything there
not
triple digits?”

“There's stuff there that will make you not look like a stereotype at a young age OK? You have plenty of time to become that wizened
madd
professor you're determined to become later.” Ralph finally reached them and their voices died down as to their common annoyance, Ralph approached the two women, making a point to direct them to the far side of the property before engaging them in conversation.

The two of them were smiling at something he said and even though the two men had their ears perked up like hounds they couldn't hear a word. "I don't like that guy." Frank said.

 "I don't either.” Answered K .

"Want me to do a background check?" K grunted. Like Frank his protective instincts were up, but women were unpredictable creatures. If she found out it might even lead to the untimely use of even more disruptive
safe words
. Just when things were going better between them.

The three were disappearing across the lawn together. "Imma do a background check". Frank said decidedly. The two continued to sip their cold beers in thoughtful companionable silence.

* * *

The two men waited until the ladies finished their business in the yard and carried their goodies to the kitchen. They heard them chat a bit more inside grab a snack and share a quick glass a wine before Paris took off and Francine disappeared into the recesses of the house.

The the two men eased on in; disposing of their beer bottles and getting ready to say their last goodbyes. After Frank left and the door was closed and locked for the final time Karl came back to the kitchen and saw not for the first time, his favorite fresh vegetables and a herbs on the counter. Their appearance always made him smile. He went over to get a closer look like a bee to a big fat open blossom. He was so proud of her, his Francine. He had missed her so much, her thoughtful ways. The way she seemed to pick up where he left off. She had done so well for herself, this house, her business. He didn't think she grew vegetables, didn't cook. It would be just like her to expand, to try something new, for him.

He looked out the window over the sink. The air from her gardens was seductive, fragrant and rich like wine. You could get drunk on a place like this, he could see why she loved it here. He looked closer at her offering, tomatoes and wild onions along with some of her mysterious herbs. He had not been able to identify all of the herbs on his own while they had been apart.

His Francine, was absolutely irreplaceable, there was no one else like her. Her stalwart heart and soft, nurturing body was an intoxicating combination. He held the herbs to his face inhaling their rich scent. It was like she opened him up. Even now he wanted to find her, bury himself inside of her heat for the rest of the afternoon. Where was she? He was always a little restless when he couldn't lay eyes in her. He thought about their relationship now compared to how it was when they first “met”.

Now that they were
dating
he figured there were some things he'd have to get used to, like
askin
g how she was feeling and not
knowing
where she was at all times (as opposed to just looking at a monitor).

He scowled, So far dating sucked.

* * *

 Later that evening after they finished dinner in her now darkened kitchen, Francine put the last dish in the dishwasher and turned it on. K came up behind her grasping her shoulders. “Don’t think I haven't noticed how polite you’ve been Francine. You know how much easier it is for me to keep from using you when you’re this polite and not mouthing off at me all the time. You're being polite like this on purpose.” Francine turned around and saw K looking down at her, his V-neck was soft as she puts her arms around him.

“Dinner was wonderful K. “ she said feeling warm and cozy as she laid her head against his chest. Her “deliberate politeness” was working - like a charm. When they were together before at the cabin, she would deliberately provoke him sometimes, loving the sex they had, especially toward the end... the end. She looked up at him unable to keep the sadness from her eyes.