Natural Submission: Book 1 of the Submission Series (9 page)

She rolled her eyes, he was watching her, always watching. It should be disconcerting, but it wasn’t. Okay, sometimes it was, but she’d never had anyone pay her such attention. Her “love” live had been one disaster after another.

She cocked her head, staring at the amazing little plant she had found. She probably should leave it outside. It was a winter plant, yes, but for it to grow in this region and this late? She held it closer admiring it’s tender young leaves, it’s healthy stem. She couldn’t wait to get it inside and pot it. She’d look at it every day, find some way to measure it’s growth. Maybe she could get the cryptic, deal driving K to buy her a few things. A frisson of worry slid down her spine as she remembered what she had to do to get the boots. What had he called her?
Submissive.

Francine had never considered herself submissive. She’d been on her own since her parents had died years ago. Luckily she had been bright and was able to get scholarships and fellowships to make it through school studying what she loved. She looked around at the area where she had collected the plant, making mental notes about where she’d plucked it. She held it up close again still hard to believe she was seeing one in person. She’d only seen these in text books and lately on the internet, it was moments like this that she loved her research. People loved so much to talk about how so many specimens were dying out, but life adapted sometimes, or hid from immediate view, as it expanded in unexpected ways.

She smiled, at the thought. In spite of everything, this determined little plant made her smile, and so did the others she was finding out here.. She’d break them down, by discovering their water source, the way they had adapted, form a hypothesis of why they were here hiding their beauty instead of showing off somewhere else. She’d unlock a few of their secrets.

She was determined. If negotiating with K meant that she could do a
real
study, then it would be worth it.

Around her everything was still hidden under a sheet of ice and cold, but spring would bring it all back to life. She took a deep breath, the dry air cleaning her out. Deep inside she knew that if she just had patience, eventually spring would find her her too.

* * *

His vixen had pilfered the Tupperware drawer. He’d never be able to use the smooth plastic container again for their leftovers, or any of his sauces. She was brazen in her theft too, at the kitchen table, her slender, apt fingers tucking the loose dirt around another one of her little plants.

She was lucky she was cute.

Still adjustments would have to be made. Left to her own devices she’d be at his pots next and that would be real trouble. He slapped a slice of turkey on a piece of rye bread. “Do you like mayo Francine?”

“Yes.” She said, and then “Sir.” Uh oh. He snuck a peek over at her. Her mind was spinning behind her clever hazel eyes. He finished their sandwiches and she came over to wash her hands and collected hers. He thought she’d go somewhere else to eat it, but she sat at the table taking a delicate bite with her even white teeth and chewing experimentally. His laptop was out on the table, she’d seen it. They were
eating
together now? She usually tried to avoid him when at all possible.

She took a bite into her sandwich, he did the same. Finally she got around to it. “I’d like a few things.” She finally said shyly. Then reluctantly, “Sir.”

He almost smiled, but caught himself, putting a thoughtful look on his face. “What kind of
things
Francine?”

She had a mental list that included lamps, droppers & little trays that he knew were for her "samples". She went on as she described in detail and slowly what she wanted and where to get them - like he was a moron. Was it the expression on his face that made her slow down? He would have been offended if she hadn’t added, “If it wouldn’t be too much trouble Sir.”

He did smile than, “Sure Francine. I think I can handle that.”

“You don’t need to write any of this down?” She couldn’t help adding.

He looked at her again, thinking of all the raw data he’d had to smuggle out of the organization
by heart
and decided to let the question go. She was a submissive in training after all and he liked to think of himself as a beneficent Dom, to a point.

“How ‘bout you answer a few questions for me, since I’m going out of my way and all.” He really wasn’t going out of his way, he was in fact relieved. The expression she had seen was one of awe, that they had been thinking along the same lines at the same time and that was what they would do about her “work.”

K had met only a very few people who thought the same way he did, and never a woman he was
this
attracted to. He thought them “syncing up” in bed and was even more turned on.
What in the world was she doing single.

Well, now was the time to find out. She sighed tiredly, on well, after what happened that morning she’d take “truth” over dare and be “grateful.” She shrugged, very nonchalant. “Go ahead Sir,”
She was definitely learning.
“ask me anything.”

 “I want to know why you haven't had sex in a while.”
Huh? This is what he wanted to know
? She crossed her arms over her chest. The crafty son of a bitch, if she wasn’t forthcoming she might never see a petri dish up here. She blew a stray hair impatiently off her forehead. Couldn’t he see she was
working?
She needed to get what she needed in order to get back out there and see if she could find more samples.

Truth or Dare “K style”. She clenched and gritted her teeth at the anticipated delay if she didn’t play along. Fine, it was an easy enough question to answer.

“What makes you think I haven’t had sex in a while?” She taunted.

K just looked at her.

Giving up she gave a great sigh and said

“It was the sex, okay.” She was, trying to tell him what he wanted to know it was just so awkward.

“The sex Francine?” he said waiting.

“My last boyfriend, we’d have sex - he loved to get oral sex, insisted on it all the time.”

 “He’d give me oral sex sometimes too but one day I told him to please, just give it to me once right before he... entered me.” She shifted, she really didn't want to use the word
fuck
around this man.

 “Anyway, one day he told me he would, he
promised
actually, then when the moment came, he didn't. He not only didn't, he laughed about it, at me.” She remembered how dispirited she had been.

“Sounds like an asshole.” He sipped his coffee again. “Sounds kind of inadequate too if he could only fuck you after getting oral sex. He shouldn't have broken his promise to you either, you should have left him right there, gone home and gotten yourself off.” She heard herself laugh in spite of herself.

She really had bad luck with men, a shadow of regret fell across her face at the thought. “I saw that, there’s more, tell me.” Good grief, he saw
everything.
Oh well, he was being so understanding...

“The last one, I went out with him a couple of times, I really liked him. I told him that monogamy was important to me. We seemed more sexually compatible, we had a lot to talk about, read a lot of the same books, he’d cook for me too, he was a good cook. He was really smart, nurturing and had a cute little house, we both had a lot of the same education, I liked that, I was really hopeful. He promised he’d be faithful and I took him to bed, the sex was - much better than with the first one I told you about.” She snuck a peek at him remembering. He had been a good kisser, not as good as K, but good. She just remembered her joy at being able to please him, it had been nice.

“So what happened?” he asked. She sighed, “A couple of days later he called me and told me he was getting back with his old girlfriend, that he couldn't see me anymore, just like that.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I didn't want it to hurt, okay? But it did, after that I decided I just needed a break.” she said weakly, her red flag waving. “A really loooong break.” She added.
Boy do I ever suck at choosing men
, she thought.

"OK, Francine” he said seeing the sadness on her face. He excited the kitchen and returned with her boots. She pulled them on, a little embarrassed at what he’d told her, but kind of relieved too at how he’d listened and hadn’t judged.

They both finished their sandwiches in silence and afterwards Francine moved their plates to the sink

He had watched her through the window earlier as she bent and moved in her boots, looking for, well, whatever she it was looking for. Seeing her pert bottom in the shorts made him swell, seeing her bent over the dishwasher placing her dish made his cock strain at attention. She would definitely not have to suck his dick to get him ready. She moved past him to sit in front of the TV, flouncing down on the couch before she turned on one of the movies he’d brought with him.

Bastards
, he thought. From kissing her he could tell Francine had natural heat and as a submissive she’d have an enormous need to please. Being shy she probably had a hard time giving voice to her needs. She had worked so hard to please one and he had rejected her, then laughed at her. The other story had been shitty too, the promise of a new relationship, pleasure at last and he too had rejected her. His poor little doe, he suspected there was something shut down about Francine and now he understood why.

Not that he was one to judge. K had been with many women, but he too like to keep himself apart. He really shouldn’t rush things with her, but he didn’t fool himself if he he saw a clear path to bedding her he’d of done it already. They would achieve physical intimacy, he was sure of it, his certainty as clear as glassy water in a pool. Of course this was all new to her. She’d probably never had real D/s sex before so it wouldn’t kill him to exert some control.

There time here at this cabin was finite. Every day the danger grew greater and greater and despite what he’d said to her eventually he would release her. He’d have a plan for that - eventually.

In the meantime, it wouldn’t hurt either of them to have a healthy distraction. He retraced his steps mentally to where their conversation had left off. Her past might have gotten her stuck, but really they were not hard problems for the
right
man to solve. It surprised him all the time hearing women tell their tales of woe. There were so many clueless and inept men in the world it was laughable. He turned back to his computer bringing it out of sleep mode. He punched in the code to unlock the internet and surfed over to Google to find a shop with the items she’d requested, then sailed over to Mapquest to find the best way to get there.

Chapter 10

Francine was the winter fairy, Queen Mab. Where K saw only a frozen tundra she saw a place teeming with life. She’d found a few abandoned little pots (along with pinching more of his Tupperware) and began to root more of her specimens for “future study”. K supplied her with a ruler from his pack and she began measuring and helping herself to some of his graph and chart paper and pencils begin charting some of her results.

It was the cutest thing he’d ever seen.

Her eyes would widen over this, or she’d mutter and shake her head over that. She’d look at how the sun was hitting the other and smile over how the water was supplying that over there. Everything she began to take note over, it was all a source of fascination to her, just as she was an ever increasing source of fascination to him.

When she shyly brought him in some wild onions and herbs for his cooking he accepted them humbly without saying anything, not wanting to hurt her feelings (no offence to his sweet sub, but he was not eating
that
- Herbalism, what the hell
was
that anyway? People could make a discipline out of
anything
these days, he thought with a mental sniff) and promised himself he’d bring her back some seeds the next time he was away (he certainly wasn’t ready to trust her
herbalism
) .

 One might think that a worry about possible poisoning might get him distracted from the constant arousal her presence invoked, unfortunately this was not the case. Everything she did now seemed to illicit a response from his rowdy cock. She was pretty amazing his Francine, slowly filling the cabin with a delicate herbal smell. When she wasn’t able to snare anymore Tupperware she began stowing “samples” (as she called them) in water glasses or whatever other little containers she could find; casting him artful looks from her busy mind. As the smell from the plants rose through the cabin he realized he’d probably never be able to walk through the produce section again without a raging hard on, she was
that
distracting.

They had been together now almost a week and a half and K knew that the time was coming that he was dreading more and more, their first time apart. He’d have to go and check in with the dreaded Organization. He continued to do their books for them and he’d also need to get supplies for the two of them. Not to mention trash pick up simply did not come out this far. The reasons that made this such an ideal and isolated location for his purposes also made it quite inconvenient. He’d never stayed here this long before..