Natural Submission: Book 1 of the Submission Series (6 page)

Oh God!
She wasn’t actually
tempted
? She
had
to get away this time, make good her escape, she absolutely
had
too.

 
"I want to run.” She said decisively. Then threw in just for good measure - “Kennedy?" She gave him a searching look, checking for a reaction but he simply sips again at his coffee, she remembered the dark, chicory taste of it on his lips, and gave her another one of his small smiles. His movement gives nothing away as he blatantly ignored her taunt in regard to his name her hazel eyes continuing to meet his darker ones.

She crossed her arms over her chest. He always seemed to be laughing at her. Was there no end to the confidence of this man?
Show him Francine, show him he’s wrong, that you
can
get away.
If he got the collar back on her it was all over. In the mirror she had tried everything she could, but there was no manipulating the tricky little gold lock. He had released it so easily, done something with his fingers and with a slight adjustment and a
snick
, the evil little collar had fallen into his hand.

He wasn’t stupid
she realized,
and he can kiss. Fuck me...
She turned to go, not wanting to waste anymore time. “Oh, one more thing,” she turned, he reached in his pocket and pulled out the keys to the truck she’d gotten a glimpse of outside. He held them out to her, in disbelief she reached for them clutching them close, not willing to think through or examine too closely his continued benevolence. Like delivering a punchline he said, “I could tell you it has a security stop, but you wouldn't believe me,” He picked up his mug and took a sip, “...so I’ll let you see for yourself. It has keyless entry, just press this” he demonstrated, “and the pedal and it’ll start right up, for a while.” He walked around her, gone back to the kitchen table, picked up that
stupid
newspaper and calmly returned to reading. “Hurry along now, daylight’s wastin’.”

Without a moment’s hesitation more Francine snatched the car keys from the countertop and sprinted across the kitchen tile, through the hallway and out the door.

Chapter 5

The grass and trees shone beneath their prison of ice, preserved in a glossy case, treasured, nurtured until the spring. Only the robust and tenacious able to survive without aid in this harsh and unforgiving climate. The sun shone brightly over everything like crystals, their light reflecting back into Francine’s eyes. She moved on trudging toward K’s solid black pick up, fragile dead waste crunching beneath her feet. Like him it’s huge, intimidating, and she doesn’t miss the fact this time that there is no licence plate. She shivered on some level registering that this further proof of his thoroughness, but keeps moving forward, unlocking the truck with the key fob.

The locks came up with a smooth click and the door opened readily. She jumped behind the wheel and worked the combination, the engine turned right over - just like he said it would. She felt a leap in her chest, but was still wary.
Yeah dummy, you were able to leave the cabin easily enough too the first time, that didn't mean you were able to get away.
Ignoring the mouthy inner critic inside of her she backed the pick up in a three point turn and eased it back over the previous set of tracks, finding it responsive and easy to navigate. She’d just found the heat and was warming up when everything powered down.

She tried the combination again, but this time there was no response. The key in the ignition is a no - go as well. She was behind the wheel of a huge door stop.
I could tell you it has a security stop...
he’d said.
She turned the key again in frustration.
Security stop -
the words came back again to haunt her with their taunting litany. In response she slammed her palm on the dash, earning herself a palm full of pain. “Ow -
shit!”

Well sitting here was surely not going to do her any good. She looked outside at the endless white expanse. Already the cold was seeping into the cabin of the truck and again she heard his arrogant voice.
Daylight’s wastin’.

Getting down from the cabin and slamming the door in anger she looked around her. Barren, frozen wasteland. Time to start walking Francine. Sucking in the freezing air she began to walk briskly along the drive as quickly as she could. She walked all day. To throw off K and to just try something different, she left the road and entered the thick forest. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but she quickly lost her sense of direction and got horribly turned around.

Eventually she began to get hungry, but still she pushed on. In the summer she was able to identify all sorts of edible plants, and fruits, but in the dead of winter it would be so much more time consuming and uncertain and she didn't want to make a mistake and end up in an even worse situation than the one she was in.

The walk went on and on and was rife with disappointment, not another neighbor or cabin for miles. Just more wasteland. Who knew places like this still existed in this part of Maryland. She had grown up near D.C in a suburbia. She couldn’t have been more than a couple hours from where she was being held and that couldn't have been too far from where she was on Route 70. Everything about her abduction had been a complete surprise. An
un
pleasant one.

Recognizing some plants from her studies she was finally unable to resist digging them up and chewed on the roots, just to keep herself occupied. Eventually that grew tiresome as well and she settled on a log in defeat.

She had been walking all day. From the angle of the sun she could tell it was about 3 pm? Somewhere around there. Okay, so seeing as how she left after breakfast it hadn’t exactly been
all
day, but it felt like it, and even though it wasn't that late, the forest, and the season made it seem later.

The towering trees had started producing shadows and it was harder and harder to see in the encroaching darkness. All of a sudden her spine stiffened at the thought of the coming darkness. Who knew what
wild
things lived in these woods? Francine had been a Biology major in school specializing in Herbalism, but animals? That was definitely not her shtick. If it was on four legs she definitely didn't want to mess with it if it wasn't on a plate. Certainly not out here, in its natural element,
in the dark
.

What was worse? The woods with the animals, or the cabin with K? Clearly this is the point he’d been trying to make -
asshole.
Thinking of K made her think of that breakfast and that kiss. He was so different from the men she’d dated in the past. He was rugged and raw, untamed, like this damned forest. She thought about dinner the night before and breakfast this morning. How the food had been presented on the plate. She’d never met anyone that could cook like that. She thought about the bathroom and the soap, just for her. He was thoughtful and at the same time scary. Very scary. She thought about the collar and her fear of it. He’d said it was a tracking device.

She looked around her for the first time thinking what if something
did
happen to her out here, and it got dark? What if she passed out from hunger? As a scientist she knew that
realistically
the thirst would get her first, and even that would take several days. Boy, these were upbeat thoughts.

He had said she could go home, maybe. What if she
promised
not to run? Then he wouldn’t
need
the collar.
Uh yeah, because you’ve been so good about
not
running so far Francine.
She sighed heavily at the now familiar feeling of frustration. She had just been so sure she would have found help by now.

Instead she found herself tired and hungry and wanting a shower. Even
she
knew she could only survive so long on roots and tenacity. Her spine wilted and she hung her head over her knees in defeat, her hair forming a protective tent around her face. What was she going to do?

Snap!
What was that?! Was that sound - natural? She looked around her. The wind whistled through the bare tree branches. That crack sounded new, unlike anything she’d heard the forest make before. A spike of adrenaline went through her body causing her to sit straight up in alert.

There it was again! Had he found her? She stood up and darted around looking for cover. There was an old abandoned structure about 10 feet in front of her. Only 2 sides were left. It looked like something someone might have built for a well or water pump. Francine darted behind it trying to catch a breath. After a moment she peeked around trying to peer through the ever increasing haze but saw nothing. She leaned back trying to catch a breath. “Looking for me?” K said right next to her.

Panic screamed like acid through Francine’s system making her try to leap forward but K caught her easily. “Oh no, I do think that’s enough running through the forest like a wild gazelle for one day.” But still she twisted and squirmed in his arms. Of course after a full day of walking and missing lunch, if felt like her struggles were exhausted all too soon. “The last two hours you’ve walked in circles Francine.” He added. She wilted in his arms the rest of the way, leaning heavily. So she wasn't imagining it, she had gone in a circle.
Shit, shit, shit!
She felt tears prick her eyes at the injustice.

He saw the tears and again felt compassion for her. He could have let her go on, but she had looked so defeated on that log, and circumference she’d taken on his property the last hour, he’d decided he’d proven his point. Finding a dry spot he lowered them both to the ground.

Again, before she knew what he was about the collar was back around her neck with a click. “No, no.” She said again weakly.

He stroked her hair holding her back against his front like he had in the kitchen. She had run all out of strength to fight him. That
click
had felt so final, but she was too exhausted and defeated to do anything else, or to come up with an alternate plan. “Shhh baby.” He was whispering to her softly in his rich baritone, his voice was so beautiful. She felt like a tamed mare, that thought made her struggle again and she felt his arms weaken a bit. She was ready to squirm away when his hand went to the back of her neck and started to massage it. She hesitated, it felt -
really good.
K sat her down between his legs on her bottom, “I’ve caught you now,” He said. “stop running Francine.” He continued the massage, it was relaxing and yet titillating at the same time. A part of her didn’t like the feeling and a part of her didn’t want to be anywhere else.

K smiled above her. She was filled with so much resistance, so much indecision, but she liked his hands, his kiss. Chasing her, finding her had worked him up. He wanted to kiss her again, to reach around and cup her breasts as her sweet taste filled his mouth. He remembered their kiss that morning too. She liked sugar in her coffee, it had made her kiss taste like honey. He felt himself harden. He wanted her
very
badly and he could not remember when a woman had been denied him.

He thought about the irony of buying this one, from a sex slaver, and yet not being able to enjoy her sexually. Slowly he felt her muscles relax, then her body. He’d pulled down her scarf to fasten the collar, her neck was soft, creamy. Not able to resist he lowered his head and gently sunk in his teeth before kissing up her neck. He heard her swallow, know she was fighting with herself, fighting against the pleasure. It was fine, they had nothing but time, and the odds were in his favor.

He was doing it again, touching her, thought Francine. He
always
seemed to be touching her, and now he was
kissing
her,
again.
She had to make him stop. His lips on her neck were warm and dry as they inched toward her ear, and now they had reached that spot just behind her earlobe, she felt his soft tongue and gasped, heat easing from her. She realized she wanted his hands on her breasts and asked, “How’d you find me?” desperate to distract him. She turned looking up at him.

“It was easy Francine.” He was close, too close; his breath smelled like mint. She inched away a bit trying for more space between them. He smiled seeing the movement. “I like to hunt. You can’t hunt without being a halfway decent tracker.” He looked down at her body, then back up. “You’re easy to track.” He said. Then without another word he cupped the back of her head and pulled her lips close to his, his head slanted. He stopped just before their lips touched. He whispered, “See, right now Francine, I can smell your heat.” Her eyes widened at his words, her pupils dilated and her head tilted back in surrender, just a bit. It was enough, he took her lips again, his mouth hard and tender at the same time. He sucked her soft lips biting them like a ripe peach, enticing her tongue, taking it into his mouth to lavish it with affection, pleasure rose within her and she couldn’t stop the moan that came from her chest.

It was like that was what he had been waiting for and immediately broke the kiss off. “Let’s go back. It’s wet out here and I’m hungry.”
And horny - horni
er, he thought getting up.