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

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    She looked up at him, finally seeing him for the first time. He had a strong face, chiseled features and dark eyes framed by spiked lashes. Something about his voice lulled her in spite of her fears. She was sooo thirsty, and the tea smelled sooo good. When he brought it to her lips again she sipped slowly feeling the liquid warmth seep down her throat into her body.
    He didn’t look like a toad, nor was he short, or fat. Dammit. The tea was good, really good and his hands as he coaxed her to drink very gentle. Double damn. The warmth was spreading and with it came questions. Questions she was determined to ask in spite of her fear.
    Her voice was shaking, but still held defiance, underlining steel. She was really something he thought. She barely had half the tea down before she was ready to start in on her questions. As she looked up at him she knew she should be cautious, this man was very strong and in obviously very good shape. He had caught up with her and carried her back to the cabin with no trouble at all. A distance so difficult for her had been nothing to him and again, he’d carried her back. But she could not stop the words from coming up and past her lips. It was like the more the heat from the drink and the cabin hit her so did a bit of bravado, okay, so it was false bravado, nevertheless her mouth got the better of her.
    “Are you K?” She asked.
    He was like a mountain above her and she remembered vaguely his heavy breathing as he carried her, his walk back through the cold. Shamefully she had not been able to put up more of a fight (having passed out and all). She looked up warily at the man above her. His black t-shirt stretched over his muscled pecs and biceps. She vaguely thought she remembered black boots, black jeans and general scariness as he’d set her before the fire and she’d drifted again into unconsciousness.
    Much to her dismay he did not look like a toad. What might have been good looks were lost in a deep frown of disapproval, a mini tree having formed between his brows. In some part of her thawing brain she decided that maybe if she just kept talking she could swallow her rising fear, keeping whatever happened next at bay (yeah, good luck with that Francine) .
    "No one calls themselves a letter . What's your name ? You know mine- Keith?" K let a moment pass, while he looked down at her, staying in control. For the moment she was wrapped in the blanket, helpless. He had deliberately chosen not to make his restraints any more intrusive. He didn't want to freak her out - at least until he had to. Thinking of what she’d done, all kinds of strict creative discipline scenarios came to mind about running from her Dom, but he could be patient. Ultimately, there was nowhere for her to go and considering what she’d been through she had every reason to be a frightful, skittish student, he could take his time.
    He would let her rest and then they could take it from there as he taught her her boundaries. With the wide streak of rebellion surfacing already and obviously so ingrained in her nature he was sure she’d fall right into the next trap he had planned. He looked at her with his hard dark eyes, realizing suddenly that she was in fact lucky he was not a cruel man considering her circumstances - very lucky.
    Of course while he was not cruel he would only be pushed so far. He could imagine far greater uses for her mouth then sassing him. Gently he set her down briefly leaving the room and ducking briefly down the hall to the second bedroom. Slowly she began to unravel herself fromt the blanket, only to find her ankle tethered to the damn table! Frantically she tried to use her fingers to try to pry his knot lose, but he must have been a sailor in a former life. The knot was by no means cutting off her circulation. She had not even realized it was there until he got up, but it was she was definitely not going anywhere. She was stuck - goddammit! So much for making another break