Natural Submission: Book 1 of the Submission Series (31 page)

His words hung hot in the air as Paris felt a blush creep up her hair line. With that she put on her Versace shades quickly composing herself, she yelled over his shoulder at the couple returning from the patio, "Always good to see you Frannie! Karl, pancakes were divine.” She scooted out to her dark blue Porsche Boxster, the sun glinting off off it's custom designed chrome wheels.

It looked especially sexy and slick next to Frank’'s federally issued clean, sturdy Crown Vic. He watched the sleek little car mesmerized, as it peeled off, and disappeared from sight.

* * *

Paris was gone, Frank and Karl concluded their business and the house was quiet again. It was a national holiday and Francine had given everyone the day off. It was quiet, serine. Francine carried the last serving dish to the sink & started the water running over the dirty dishes her mood lightened by the good food and company. Then she felt Karl come up heavy behind her, pressing her against the countertop from behind, His voice had lowered an octave - oh no
what had she done
? "Francine, you didn't come home last night"

Oh yeah,
that
. "I fell asleep at Paris'."

 "You didn't call and you didn't pick up your phone, I was worried." His hand had inched up to her hair now gripping her scalp, not enough to hurt, but enough to make her aware of him.

 "I'm sorry sir," she said meaning it, a tremor running through her.

"Mmm-" he murmured low in his throat,
He’ll punish me now.
She was already starting to shake, her body swaying into his. "Well you did come straight home for breakfast”, his hand traveled down her body squeezing here and there. "Tell me Francine, were you
running
from me again last night?" His hand is on her breast now squeezing a bit too hard, pulling her against him, making her gasp,"Sir-" she remembers the last time she ran from him,
it won't just be a spanking this time,
the switch, the discipline, "Please-" his hand reaches in her top to squeeze her nipple "don't think just answer."
Don’t think about the switch Francine.

"Yes, maybe."

 "Why?"

 "I'm afraid."
But so wet.

 "He soothes the little hurt in her nipple with his palm,"

“Shhh it's ok."

His palm is warm on her skin now. "But you must always come home to me Francine, so I can keep you safe, Promise?"

 "Yes sir."

 "Good girl. I’m going to let you go now and let you enjoy your day. I've made reservations and plans for us later. I bought you something I'd like for you to wear.” He turned her around to face him, his lean body is hard, his kiss is hot, possessive. The front of her body was cool when he released her, he smiled down at her, devastating in his male beauty. She watched him after his back was turned. He crossed the kitchen and and headed up the stairs. Off about his business. Bastard.

She turned back toward the sink trying to slow her breathing, thinking about their strange conversation. Okay, this time she hadn't
meant
to run from him, not exactly, but it's like since he'd been back her life had gone from sensory deprivation to sensory overload, all of her senses a-go. It was too much too soon and she didn't know how to handle it.

All this time she had wondered and hoped he was OK. Now here he was, but like an invisible force he was slowly taking over, invading her
personal space
. She didn't know how to explain it exactly, she just knew she wanted it to
slow down
.

She looked outside at the neatly manicured lawns of her gardens, her plants all in a row, her mind now scattered. Had he really been worried last night? About her? Maybe he had a point about that. She had been alone for so long, When was the last time she had lived with someone? She might be a little rusty on etiquette.

She shivered again, thinking about his voice, her response to it. He was really something else. He could've asked her to
get on all fours submissive
and she’d of done it. To hell with the consequences! Safe words were all fine and dandy, but maybe it was best not to push him too far until she was sure where she wanted this "thing" between them to go. She ran soapy water over the dishes thoughtfully, deciding to save Rita a little elbow grease.

The water was warm and soft against her fingers, the soap fragrant like green apples in the spring. Well, she slowly realized,
smug bastard,
he knew her buttons, she knew his too. She'd be on her best "behavior" for the next while. He'd find no fault with her,
yeah right
- a voice inside her said. Well, she could try. She
had
missed him after all and they had a date tonight- a date. Wow. She sighed, more confused than ever.

Chapter 34

The Cay
was a beautiful modern restaurant in Georgetown right on the D.C harbor. It had panoramic vista views of the water and was warm, inviting and intimate. Seated only 75 exclusive diners at a time. The manager greeted them personally after they were seated at a lovely table watching all manner of nighttime sea traffic move lazily by.

Over the fresh seafood and wine Francine began to talk about what she’d been up to. “I've published some of my research I completed, while I was with you, and I've been lecturing too. GW offered me a position as an adjunct. I'm trying to decide if I have the time, with the business and all.”

“Didn't you buy the business because it allowed you a place to do your academic research?” asked Karl.

“Yes.” said Francine, her brow furrowed. “You see how complicated things can get.” They both laughed.

“Yeah, I know about business and it’s complications.” said Karl.
Oh yeah,
I guess he did, thought Francine. Someone opening up a slave shop in a few of your holdings when you're a conservative family interested in politics and banking. That might complicate business.

She decided to keep talking, wanting to lift that shadow from his face. “Anyway, the professorship, I could give back, mentor the young people coming along now. I’d like that.”

"That's great Francine, you should. You're smart, so fucking smart.” He looked across the table at her in her pretty red dress with the spaghetti straps, her hair done up in an intricate bun on her head and wondered to himself ironically if they would have ever met in the “real world”. They were both hermits. Her with her “research” and him with his numbers and odd lifestyle...

After dinner he escorted her back to his new car, letting her in the passenger side of the brand new Titanium Silver Metallic BMW 550i xDrive sedan. She leaned back against the leather seats remembering her response when the salesman had pulled up to her house with the the car simply asking Karl to sign before dropping it off.

Seeing the expression on her face he had simply said, “I had to have something to take you out in Francine. Can’t be runnin’ around in cabs all the time like some animal!” And had taken his keys inside the house.

After a moment of recovery she had called after him, “At least put it in the garage!”
Crazy fool...

The satellite radio played soft music in the background and was lulling her into more revealing conversation. “I’ve been keeping up with my self defense.” she said.

“Oh yeah?” He said not really surprised. “That’s good! You were really good at it Francine.”

“Yeah?” she said looking over at him.”Maybe later I could show you some of my moves?”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” He said not able to resist, “the last guy I remember you showing your moves to didn't fair too well.” It took her a minute to realize who they were talking about then laughed despite themselves.

“Oh God! I can’t believe I’m laughing about that!” said Francine her hand over her mouth.

“Yeah, Frank friend said he was a trip when I dropped him off, trying to convince everyone at the station,” Karl changed voices, “
NO officer really, I was trying to
rescue
a
sex slave
who gave me a black eye, OK,
two
black eyes. - And almost punctured your lung? “Well she must of been
brainwashed
officer.”
They both laughed until tears came from their eyes picturing it. The car glided smoothly through traffic, the lamps above glowed above them lighting the way home.

“You were a great student Francine,” said Karl, one hand casually gripping the wheel, “no surprise there.” Shortly after he pulled up to the farm house, using the remote to open the garage and slipping the BMW inside it’s darkened depths.

Once inside the house he looked at Francine, she was still slick and sassy in that dress and those shoes with their high heels. She made it as far as the kitchen where she sat down her purse on the the island before she found herself turned and swept up in a dramatic kiss, he smelled sooo good. His own musk spiced with just a touch of aftershave and expensive mellow cologne. Her hands crept up around his back pulling him closer and despite herself she rubbed herself against his tightly muscled body enjoying it’s planes and dips for several moments before forcing herself to pull away.

Oh Shit,
he knew knew he hadn't read her wrong, not his Francine, no sex yet, he got that, what was she doing? He’d missed the
taste
of her so much. He moved his kisses to her neck, nice and slow, not too fast, he’d just take a taste,
just a taste
, he bit that place on her neck,
that
place she liked, she felt her pussy clench in answer wanting him so badly, clutching him tighter.

“Yeah sweet girl,” he said feeling the response of her swaying groin, only one thing would make this perfect.” He felt her,
still
reaching for something... “Francine, what are you doing
now? Francine,
stop, we won't need a condom.., but then she pulled out...
hallelujah. “Francine, you naughty girl, FUCK yeah!”
She had pulled a long red silk scarf from the drawer next to them.

Snatching up the scarf and lifting her in his arms he carried her with her arms and legs wrapped about him to the living room their lips pressed hotly together, too eager to wait to go upstairs.

He pulled off her pretty red slip dress before securing her wrists comfortably, but firmly to one of the arms of the couch. Then he pulled up her dress and looking down he saw, “Oh
fuck
Francine, you are a naughty girl!” She looked down shyly, on her slim shapely form was a thin red g-string covering her still shaved sex.

“I wanted to feel sexy for our first date Master.”

“Oh my God Francine, walking around like that all night, I might have never have known. I’ll have to pinken your bottom for keeping secrets. Turn over on your knees.” Her brow furrowed and she moaned in anticipation, worry, it was hard for her to to tell sometimes what she was feeling sometimes when he said things like that. All she knew was that she missed it, and she was already growing wet, was already ready to feel his hands on her bare bottom.

He had said
just pinken
,
best then to get on with things before he interpreted any hesitation as delay “Yes master.” She said turning over, not having to wait before feeling the first warm slap over one exposed cheek. His palms were as big and threatening as she remembered.

“The next time you wear this I want you to show me.”He said.

“Yes, Master.” She answered, again feeling the sharp pain.

“Things like this are not
just
so you can feel sexy.” He slapped the other cheek.

“Yes Master.” She responded and moaned.

“Don’t even try it Francine, I’m not even smacking you that hard.” and with that he whacked her just a bit harder. She pulled a bit away her hands still bound.

“If you pull away I’ll find a way to restrain your legs too Francine, you know I will.” She whimpered. “Open your legs.” She did and he put a finger inside the minuscule ruby panties, finding her creamy and wet. She was moaning now, falling deeper into her heat, pulling against the bonds. “Stay still little submissive, don’t move.” She tried her best, groaning in response. His hard, heavy hand spanked her sharply again and she gasped wanting to press against the warm thick fingers pressing and moving about her clit, but not giving it nearly the stimulation it needed to send her to organism, she knew it would be way too soon for that.

She also knew that on some level that by denying him the pleasure and full use of her tight little body for the first time was
really
making him crazy and oh fuck, she would pay. She would pay, pay and pay, with another shiver of trepidation she realized the first payment was coming up due right now. “Why’d you use your safe word Francine?”

She had thought about this, was just hoping it would not come up in
this
type of circumstance. Oh well, he had given her all night to bring it up on her own. “I was afraid Master.” He smacked her bottom again for good measure, just to keep her off balance.