Natural Submission: Book 1 of the Submission Series (21 page)

Her hips jerked in response and he felt her moan around his cock. “Come anytime you wish Francine” She felt tremors the soft and then heavier tremors against her clitoris as he continued to move the phallus inside her, it was like someone released the bow and her whole body shook and shook and shook.

“Keep your mouth open Francine.” She did she felt him, still so hard then he quickened ejaculating against the back of her throat. His taste was clean like salt she licked up and down his shaft and around sucked the bulbous head making it as pleasurable for him as possible, enjoying the last shakes of his body as his hoarse sounds of release as he held himself over her convulsing from pleasure.

He groaned looking down at her, moving to the side so he could see her pretty face.

She looked back at him, her hazel eyes clouded over with her orgasm. He placed one hand gently over her spent mound, ever so slightly, as if moved by the faintest breeze he felt her hips sway, his cock spurted in response.

He looked into her sensual hazel eyes and then down her body, assessing her - “I thought you'd like the dildo Francine.”

“I did,” she admitted sheepishly, unable to look at him, “just not as much as you.”

More pleased than he could say, his randy cock already filling again at her soft admission he moved back up the couch looming over her, kneeling between her open legs massaging around the ropes to make sure the blood was still flowing and she was still comfortable, she was, her eyes heated with her desire.

He opened a condom and mounted himself at her gate looking down at her, waiting until she met his dark eyes, loving that she asked for him. "You're cunt’s so greedy. Say
fill my greedy cunt with your cock master
. " Wondering if she would do it.

“Please fill my greedy cunt with your cock master."At her words all the all the blood rushed from his body,
including his brain
, to his cock and he did, pushing right in, he heard her gasp. She was scalding and tight like suction, pulling at him so hard,
oh God hedidn’twantomove,
but when he did, it felt so good! He began working her in and out, trying not to lose it, trying to remember he had a real live woman beneath him and not a toy. If he hadn't tied her he’d have probably already lost it.

The dildo had been big, but smooth, he was big, but rigged and slightly curved filling her at different points, pushing at different places against her walls. It felt completely different and so good. Her muscles clenched and pressed almost burning in their need to come. It scared her how quickly her orgasm was coming. She heard him muttering and wondered if he even knew what he was saying, "Such a greedy pussy, you have such a greedy pussy Francine.”

He was slowing down now, grinding against her clit hitting her G spot, stroking skillfully to bringing on her orgasm- she was
almost
there. "You’re gonna drain your poor master,” he was saying, suck him dry with your pussy,”

He palmed the bullet again, taking it in his fingers, placing it on her clit between them. Francine saw stars, arching and twisting in the ropes, all her muscles straining as pleasure twisted through her, sweat breaking out through her pores. She felt him seize up, jerking against her again as his rhythm became uneven and she knew he was having another orgasm. That from anyone else she’d of taken as a sign of defeat. “Oh God Francine,” He said breathlessly, “I hope you’ve had enough now.” His hands were already on the ropes. Her heart was still beating fast from her orgasm like his, but he snuck a peek at her as he started to loosen the other leg and then her breasts. They tingled as the blood rushed back and she whimpered.

Looking at the worn out expression on her face he just smiled. He picked up the blanket from the floor nearby and wrapped them both in it, holding her against him.

Chapter 21

The Boss was coldly furious. He looked around him at the already small drab office he’d been reduced to. It was nothing like the rich accommodations he'd become so accustomed to. Slowly he had come to realize that like water on a rock his enterprise had been losing money. By the time he realized what was going on a couple hundred thousand had leaked out and for the life of him he couldn’t figure out where or how it happened. He only know that like snow racing down a mountain in a crashing avalanche things were getting increasingly worse.

He stared uncomprehending at his computer screen and the reflected balance on his account. Disbelief was intense inside him, how could such a thing have happened? There were a limited few in The Organization with the passcodes to the accounts and no one he knew had the ability to pull off something like this. How was a leak even possible? K was the last hold out as far as sampling their merchandise and in the end even he had purchased his own slut. To hear Armin tell it he was wearing her out regularly too. Armin was a gossipy bastard when he wanted to be, but his loyalty was without question.

So who?
He
would
find out. Once he figured out who was responsible he’d make an example of them. He’d peel the layers of their subterfuge from them like layers from an onion before tearing them from limb to limb.

* * *

“Our strategy is working K, stopping the referrals, recovering the sales - it'll be over soon. We just need to get all the players. But as long as The Boss is out there you're not safe.” Frank Edmond his handler from the FBI added, “By the way,
if
you are keeping a
sex slave,
I will assume
for her own protection
you will let her go ASAP, since she’s not safe with you either.” K was calling from his truck as another damn blizzard, raged all around. This
damn
winter. Gray surrounded him, threatened to smother him, you could barely see in front of you. Would it ever end?

His silence apparently spoke louder than anything he could have said. Frank like most good Doms was nothing if not perceptive. He heard him sigh, “You should've let her go
weeks
ago K, I told you we picked up that dirty cop that snatched her and he’s in custody. So I will assume if there
was
any
alleged
collared slave like Armin said before he met that unhappy accident in the tank, I need to know that she’s uncollared now.” That Frank, he was a clever SOB. He’d thrown Armin in the tank with some men that
really
didn't like slavers and rapist where he’d met a very
unfortunate
end.

K smiled and though he couldn’t see him through the phone lines, Frank did the same as his thoughts gathered pleasantly in his head. Apparently
someone
on the force
might
have let it slip that Armin was in for things like human trafficking, slavery and forced prostitution. A couple heartbeats later, without an ounce of color in his voice he inwardly added
oops
.

Anyway it was the least he could do for an ever grateful K. Armin was one less thing they all had to worry about now - including a lot of victimized women. Setting the ones free at that over embellished residence he had set up had felt
damn
good. How you hide something like that in the basement of a townhouse in the middle of Georgetown he’d never understand.

Frank was still waiting for K’s response about the submissive/slave he’d never turned over to the FBI after purchase. There was a very pregnant pause on the line. Carefully K said, “Say there was an
asset
involved - and I wanted to be with her.”
I think I’m in love with her.
He kept the phone against his ear as he scooted down in the truck’s comfortable seat, his stomach churning at the already dreaded answer. The silence on the other end of the line only made it worse.

“It’s impossible K,
you can’t
. They’ll find you and hunt you down. Then her. You’ve always known, there are two ways for you to end this as long as
he’s
out there. Flight or death. I’ve found a ship. Once you finish your little out of state mission for them and we wrap this thing up it can take you overseas until we put head dick away for good.”
Or take care of him
, he added silently,
like we did Armin.
“Either way we’ll get ‘im. Then, eventually you can come back be with your girl, but as long as one of you is alive, it’s impossible.

K pushed end on the phone ending the call, looking out the window, all his thoughts inward. The blizzard continued to roar, blanketing the truck in a wave of white.

Chapter 22

Francine laid in bed alone listening to the battering of the blizzard against the cabin’s walls. The snow lay in heavy sheets outside, the wind blew fiercely as it whistled through the ladened trees. There was no reason to be afraid, there really wasn't, but the room was so quiet and she felt so vulnerable there alone. Where was K? The whole cabin was quiet and creaked occasionally under the weight of the snow. The trees were leaden with it over their bare naked branches. It was a lonely thought and her mind drifted to the old adage,
if a tree falls in the woods alone does anyone hear it?

She sighed frowning, wanting to shake off her melancholy. With K away - again - she had come to accept two things. It was tough being here alone, which sucked. Francine had always valued time alone. In the past she had liked the silence of her own mind. It was going to be tough dealing with this new anxiety after her ordeal. She was not accustomed to
needing
or missing anyone.

She’d had a few boyfriends as she’d told K earlier in their relationship. Ending a relationship hurt, but she would eventually recover, finding solace in her work and her own thoughts as they crystallized and formed a bright mosaic in her mind. This constant looking for
him
was - disconcerting.

And two: her hand went absently to her collar as she sat up straight in bed. Even though she'd be out of here first chance she got, something told her that if he hadn't stepped in her situation could have been much more dreaded. She sighed her eyes focused out back behind the cabin.

Slowly before she could change her mind she got out of bed, the area carpet was soft beneath her feet as she looked for her slippers and eased on her robe before ducking into the hallway and down the hall.

K was before the fireplace, it was warm there and he was on his computer. He was often on his computer more and more now a days only doing God knows what. Of course he never discussed it with her. And she could never sneak a peek since the the computer continued to be password protected. Hearing her soft footfalls he looked up and over his shoulder and saw her coming.

“Francine, what’s wrong, it’s late?” He rubbed his eyes in that familiar way. “Why aren't you sleeping?” He asked. She was too ashamed to tell him.
He called her his brave girl.
She wasn't.

 She looked like she’d just woken up, all disheveled and warm. He thought briefly about the request she continued to make from him whenever he left. She was so different than, decisive, direct. He’d had no problem finding her what she needed, but still the next time she’d asked for some more of her rare chemicals she’d resorted to speaking slow and over pronouncing. He'd of been offended, but then she’d followed up her last request with sexiest, ...
if it would please Master?
Got him hard as a rock.
Sure it would!
He had kissed her, letting his hand trail down her back until it squeezed her bottom, soon she’d melted and sighed against him with pleasure.

Fuck!
Would she be needing anything else? A quart of his blood? His liver maybe?

Francine approached him slowly. Honestly with him she’s felt safer more at ease than she'd felt since before her whole ordeal has began. She really didn't know where life was going to take her next before meeting him having just given up her apartment, having buried her last remaining relative. She had just put some stuff in long term storage, packed a small suitcase, thrown it in her SUV and just drove. If it wasn't for the very
nasty abduction
thing, being here with him would be like being on vacation.

“The storm woke me up K,” she finally admitted, “and I couldn't go back to sleep.” He still wasn't catching on. It still felt like
weakness
to admit it. The words were being dragged out of her. “The sound of the storm, the wind, and the trees...”.

“
Oh!” he says, finally catching on. It reminded her, of that night. She looks sad, panicked like she wants to cry. He can see her getting ready to descend now into her own mind, into the past. This was her way of reaching out - to him.

 “
I’m chilly K.” she adds running her hands up and down her robe her toes curling in her slippers.