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

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.
     
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    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