Free Natural Submission: Book 1 of the Submission Series by Cordelia Caldwell Page A

time was heating her blood. The next smack came down and she moaned, “Please...” He heard her say. She only had one more. You have one more, but don’t get up until I say. He landed it and knew what he’d find before his fingers dipped into her heat. She was so wet it was heating his lap. Her cream drenched his finger and he rubbed it over her clit.
    She started, strained against the hand holding her wrist, and he knew a war was still going on within her. A war against her true nature and what she felt like she should want. His finger rubbed lightly over her nodule and she moaned, grinding against him.
    “You’re body is hungry submissive.” He said placing a finger inside of her. “And you’re tight, like you haven’t been with anyone in a while.” He moved his finger in and out. He wanted to place another finger in her heat, to stretch her, ready her. He stopped, picking her up in a fluid motion coming between her spread legs and pulling her against his clothed body. He kissed her, his mouth full on this time, hard demanding. His teeth gently biting, his hips working her exposed flesh from behind his pants while his tongue mimicked the motion of his straining constrained cock.
    He stopped the kiss, her hazel eyes looked up at him glazed with passion. Her body hot, ready. Slowly he released her exiting to the other room. He brought the boots back and placed them on the floor next to her. She was looking at him like she’d never seen him before. Gently this time he tangled his fingers in her hair coaxing her lips to his. “If you get scratched again,” He whispered. “I’ll have another reason to punish you.” With that he released her, casually going over to the sink to tend to the morning dishes.
    Shaking a bit she dismounted from the table, picking up her panties and the shorts, they were a bit uncomfortable against her warm bottom, but she managed, glad to have them on, and taking the hard earned boots she exited through the back door.
     
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    What was up with her reaction to him? She just couldn’t figure it out. The weather was brisk, but there was very little wind. The sun was invisible in the cold, but she was learning where to look. There were small bits of green and even a few blossoms peeking out. She plucked one from it’s stem to take inside. It couldn’t just be that she hadn’t had sex in a while. She was drawn to him, attracted like the waves in the ocean to their mother the moon.
    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