Natural Submission: Book 1 of the Submission Series (5 page)

 But why would he care about that? Why would someone like him choose her? Enough to keep her up here at what had to be great costs to himself. She had no idea what “slaves” went for now a days, but she was pretty sure they weren’t cheap. Why would someone like him want this kind of relationship at all? It just didn't make sense.

She looked at him again. She had noticed it a bit yesterday, but seeing him again for the first time today and still having not been “molested” she could admit he was downright gorgeous, with the look and build of a Spartan soldier. The way he had held himself in check so far also showed he had the discipline of one. She could tell that he was curious about her, attracted to her, but he had not made a move on her so far. The dark clothes he wore complimented him, and somehow managed to look out of place on him at the same time.

Just like her being here, but really, what did she know? They’d only just met and she wasn’t feeling like she could lean on her instincts, especially when it came to him.

She crossed her legs and looked warily down at her almost empty plate of eggs and toast. He’d even cooked, for God’s sake. Unwittingly, she felt herself yielding to his reasoning, this got her dander up all over again.
What was wrong with her?
Stay focused Francine!
Her inner voice shouted.
Escape!
That is where her mind should be, not why this unconscionable man might have an interest in her. And he had to be lacking a conscious right? Or she wouldn't be here.

“Francine” he said, still looking at her with his dark chocolate brown eyes.

Before he could say anything else she asked, “Why did you pick me K?”

The change of topic jostled him, he wasn’t sure how to answer her. The answer stuck in his throat. This from someone who was rarely at a loss for words, just often reluctant to share them. He doesn’t want to be seen as foolish, not this early in their relationship, or tell her too much, not being sure how much he could trust her. How to frame exactly why he’d taken the action he did? It was arguably a very unwise course of action. He’d just seen so much pain, so much injustice, and he just couldn’t take it anymore. He finally gave her the answer that had been on the top of his mind, since the very first time he’d seen her.

Francine was looking at her plate, afraid of his answer. All of a sudden he sensed how important his answer was to her, she deserved at least a bit of the truth. They both heard it in his voice when he said, “I - aquired you because I didn't want someone else to have you”. She can tell by his voice that he seemed to be thinking of someone in particular. She risked a peek up at him. He looked at her squarely in her eyes. “You'll enjoy being with me, more than you would have with him, I promise you that."

Thinking of all she’d been told while captured she shivered a bit at the thought of the others and couldn't help but look down again, as she tried to shield her thoughts from him. She realized she believed him, but still, “Do you think one day I might ever be able to go home?” She was afraid of the answer - so afraid but still, had to ask.

He took another sip of his coffee. “We'll see.” The answer surprised her. She never thought she’d be able to be free again. Hopefully he wasn’t toying with her, but he had no reason to lie to her, right?

“That depends on how we are able to get along here Francine. Make no mistake, for now, you do belong to me. The next couple months are very important. I need to be focused, relaxed, without distractions. You seem like a smart girl, I’m sure you can manage staying here, out of trouble for a few months while I work a few things out."

The next question is just as hard, but begs to be asked. “Does that mean you’ll, I mean will you want - will you expect.” She’s stuttering like an idiot now.

“Sex Francine? Will I want sex?” She cringed, waiting for the answer. “Why don’t we just see how things go, okay? We’ll take it from there.”

She just bets he will - the freak. “I’ll never want to K. Especially not... The things they talked about.”

He smiled inside, seeing her nervous look, the way she was starting to fidget. He’d seen that look before. He was just betting if they had met under other circumstances, she might already be giving in, trying things, the thought made his blood flow hot and he forced himself to remember, these were very untypical circumstances. He’d have to make sure she knew what her boundaries were, and yesterday proved a demonstration was needed. This would also give him an opportunity to find out if she was really as
vanilla
as she seemed.

“Well let’s table that for now, I want to discuss yesterday and the unauthorized trip you took outside.”
Unauthorized?
If she was just a little less frightened she’d be rolling her eyes. “I can’t worry about you running from me every chance you get, collar or no collar.”

He looked directly at her. “Lesson #1 No running. He sighed, “Of course we know that you will try again - isn't that right?”

Francine was not sure how to respond to his statement, delivered in that oddly soothing baritone. She was a prisoner, it was her job to run wasn’t it? Things did look bad outside, the snow seemed to be unending. But maybe yesterday she had just been tired? Maybe if she had just had a little more time outside she would have found a neighbor, another car.. anything. At the moment she felt it was probably prudent not to verbalize any of this with him, so she wisely kept silent, continuing to look at him over the kitchen table where they had just finished breakfast, and were taking their last swallows of coffee. Her hand tightened over her white mug, her creamy legs were tucked up protectively beneath her and she gripped the warm mug even more tightly pulling it closer for another sip to calm her nerves.

Anyone who’d collar a human being was sneaky, electric shock or no. Where was his devious mind headed now? She snuck a glance outside the window, framed by curtains with a whimsical pattern of shucked corn repeating over and over. There was a doorway with the same curtains and slightly peeling white paint to match the rest of the kitchen leading out back to a what looked to be a short porch and an unkempt yard. All of the paint seemed to be slightly peeling as if no one had been here in a long time, the curtains slightly frayed. The cabinets sturdy and updated but showing signs of wear. He couldn’t stay vigilant forever and then, she’d have her chance.

Again, she felt a shiver, thinking of yesterday, having to be carried back. Her body still shivered at just the memory of that terrible cold. Her hand went absently to her soft leather collar and it’s pure gold lock with it’s dull blinking light.

It was warm inside the cabin, heated, she grimaced again at the memory of the chewing cold on the other side of the windows, a bit fogged in the corners from condensation. Outside the earth was still blanketed, the snow a downy sheet covering the ground. It didn't look much warmer from yesterday and even though she had on another pair of fresh undies she had only been given shorts and a tank to wear - again.

 Not only did she have a desire to be free, there was always the possibility of him growing bored with her. Especially since she did not intend to share his bed. At least not in the carnal sense. She had not entirely accepted his reason for buying her, keeping her. She knew he wanted to
fuck
her, use her and then it would be a countdown to ennui. Men like him simply did not stay interested in women like her, sadly she had accepted this a long time ago. A night or two seemed to be fine, but then they were off to their next conquest. Then he’d grow bored with her and she’d be in real trouble. What would he do with her then? She would do well to get away from him as quickly as possible. What if she just hadn't run far enough? What if she had just gone a little further? Now that she wasn’t starving...

“Even now I can see the wheels spinning in your head Francine, I must confess, I had hoped your lack of clothing, would encourage compliance - “

“Is that why you dress me this way?” She interrupted.

He sipped his coffee to hide his smile. “Yes.”
For that reason and submissives should not dress more than their masters.
Francine was not the only one having an inner dialogue. “But I can see it will still be a challenge for you, to accept your stuck here for a while, so here’s what we’re going to do.” K took out a stack of clothes. “I’m going to let you get dressed.” Her eyes lit up and her feet hit the floor as her slender limbs untangled. “Oh yes, today is the day. Today is the day you make good your “escape”. You’ve had a good breakfast, you're gonna get dressed and hit the road, lets see how far you can make it.”

Her hands unwittingly went to her throat. He got up to grab some more coffee before turning around. “Oh, just for this exercise, I’ll even take
that
off.” He says pointing to her collar. “Just to show you how “sporting” I am.” He sat down and picked up his solid white coffee mug. A playful light in his dark eyes, “So go ahead, get dressed. I’m not gonna stop you.” Francine eyed the pile of warm looking folded clothes before getting up and shaking them out.

K silently picked up a folded newspaper unable to completely disguise the amusement lighting his eyes and began to put on a show of reading it while really watching Francine wiggle into the clothes he had bought for her. The wiggling and reverse strip tease was really doing it for him and he had to go back to the counter and make a show of topping off his coffee again just so she wouldn't see how much the little display got to him.
Try not to let the poor little innocent lamb know that she’s locked in with a predator.

The warm soft wool gray sweater felt so good against Francine’s tank as she pulled it over her head, as she decided to simply “layer up” for the elements. While K’s back was turned she quickly shimmied out of the shorts and pulled on the thick soft stone washed jeans. There were lined boots as well with thick waterproof soles, and grey faux fur. K turned back around to check her out. She looked like a warm snow bunny and he wanted to pet her.

“Come here Francine.” He made his voice low and compelling. It was like molasses and before she could stop herself she almost moved forward - almost.

“No.” She said instead. He saw the small movement and felt himself smile. This time he didn't bother to hide it.
He was
never
wrong.

She saw her hold herself back, knew the clothes were already making her feel more powerful and helping her find her voice.

Knowing it wasn’t fair he used the last tool available to him, blackmail. “You're still wearing my collar Francine. Don’t you want it off?”

They look at each other for a long moment, the collar’s blinking taking on a different significance now that she was dressed. He crossed his arms across his chest waiting for her to come to him.

“Why are you smiling like that?” She asked trying to lighten the movement as she moved forward. Surely this was what the mouse felt as she moved toward the lion, except now, she was the one shaking and in peril. She thought about it more, losing herself in the metaphor. Plane Jane mouse in front of the powerful lion - plane Jane
collared
mouse. She would move closer if it meant getting the hateful little collar off.

“You,” he said watching her come forward. She was so pretty, her hair a halo around her, her hips snug in the jeans. Her long legs, tight ass. “You’re so eager to run.” He realized the thought of chasing her excited him, made him want her more.

Every moment he spent with her made him want her more and more. When she was close enough he grabbed her and pulled her close, his mouth descended on hers. K’s kiss was hot, his breath like lava. It took her by surprise, everything about it took her by surprise. It was demanding and for a moment she forgot to think, her mouth opening beneath his. His tongue wasted no time slipping past her defences, stroking her, coaxing her, reminding her how long it had been since... She was losing her breath and felt herself pull away. Without thinking the slender arm flew up. Quick as a scorpion he grabbed it firmly turning her around and pulling her against his hard muscled body. She was panting, and could have sworn he was short of breath too. “Ah ah ahhhh.” He said holding her close, imprisoning her arms. “You got one free swing Francine.” She whimpered against his hard body. He held her with one strong arm bringing the other up to her hair, stroking it gently and pulling it back away from her ear. His breath was heated against her ear as he said. “You will not strike me again, not unless you’re ready for some consequences.” He brought his hand against her throat over the collar. “And I do love delivering consequences.” He finished as she felt the collar slide off into his palm.

He released her and she stood up, unsteadily on her feet. He looks back at her in amusement as she tried to find her footing. “If you were mine I’d take you back to the bedroom give you a good orgasm, to start your day - instead of all of this runnin' and chasin'.” His palm was aching to cup her round bottom; his hands itched to slide over her shapely thighs. “A good chase always gets me worked up, almost as much as seeing you in those pink panties I bought you, you really are quite enticing.” He remembered her sweet, fresh, vanilla scent, it clung a bit to his clothes. He wanted to pull her close so he could have the smell of her forever. “All you’d have to say is
please Sir
, and off we’d go.” She trembled at his words. Was it fear, desire? Her feelings were becoming just too frustrating. It was him, he made her confused when things should have been clear.
That kiss...
It had been devastating. She’d never been kissed like that before, what would it be like...