Natural Submission: Book 1 of the Submission Series Read Online Free Page A

warmer clothes her attempt at escape was all over before it had even begun.
    K realized his new fawn had shown a lot of determination, leaving the cabin already. Quickly he got her in front of the cabin’s fireplace laying her down on a blanket he’d retrieved from the linen closet. There was a couch, but he wanted her to be as warm as possible and she felt frozen through and through.
    She was tenacious, his Francine. As he laid her before the fire briskly rubbing her arms and legs to help move her circulation he realized just how much fortitude she had shown. She had to be exhausted from her ordeal and it was freezing outside. It hadn’t taken long to track her down shivering, struggling to put one foot in front of the other over the hard earth. He cursed his luck getting to her just before she fell in the frigid cold. Her mind was so already so captured by the freezing elements she hadn’t even heard him come up behind her. A zero degree forest could do that to you after a while, get you all turned around, which was one of the reasons he wanted her to stay inside. This was the number one lesson he was determined to drive home to her - that she had to stay inside the cabin, for a variety of reasons.
    Capturing her easily he’d tossed her over one muscled shoulder making long strides back to the warmth of the cabin. Knowing what he knew now he decided to take things a step further and on impulse took some strips of cloth tying her to a leg of the heavy coffee table in the living room in front of the old tube color TV set where she shivered pitifully while he went in the kitchen to retrieve her something hot to drink.
    Returning to the fireplace he lifted her onto his lap after wrapping her in the blanket, waiting for her to come to so they could have a nice long chat. Chatting was not the first thing on his mind after seeing her risk her health and possibly her life out in the cold, but he couldn’t help but understand it. If he was in her place he was sure he’d of tried to make a break for it too. He’d have to be much more careful from now on to keep tabs on her.
    Eventually as her body soaked up the warmth from his and the fireplace and the blanket she turned against him and he was able to study her again at his leisure. Last night he’d been so busy trying to help work the drugs from her system he hadn’t really had a chance to appreciate her beauty. He’d not had that chance since he’d first seen her, back at the center, but now she was here with him and there was noone to stop him from looking at her, holding her.
    She was such a lush armful against him, her bruises from her earlier ordeal with the slavers had just begun to fade and she had to be still hurting all over, and starving, but still her spirit was not broken, defiant little thing. Overall she was in good shape; “undamaged” the way they like to deliver their "merchandise".
    Slowly her hazel eyes opened and he looked into them, his gaze locking with hers. After a moment panic glazed over her bright gaze and she began to shake in his grasp, struggling to be free, but after all she’d been through and passing out they were very weak struggles and easily subdued.
    “Shhh.” He said. “Be still Francine.” Having no choice she gave up and his heart broke seeing a tear squeeze past one closed eyelid. Continuing to hold her with one arm he reached behind him grabbing the hot tea from the kitchen. “Drink this.”
    She turned her head, remembering the room, the food that had made her sick. All of a sudden, comprehension dawned as he looked at her reluctant face and closed lips. “It’s just tea Francine.” Then, “Ok, there’s a shot of brandy in it too, and herbs, but really no drugs.” They had actually given him more of the drugs to assist with her compliance and their getting to “know” each other. But he’d be damned if he’d use any more of them on her. She’d accept him or she wouldn’t. He wouldn't drug her to get her