Natural Submission: Book 1 of the Submission Series by Cordelia Caldwell Read Free Book Online

enough he grabbed her and pulled her close, his mouth descended on hers. K’s kiss was hot, his breath like lava. It took her by surprise, everything about it took her by surprise. It was demanding and for a moment she forgot to think, her mouth opening beneath his. His tongue wasted no time slipping past her defences, stroking her, coaxing her, reminding her how long it had been since... She was losing her breath and felt herself pull away. Without thinking the slender arm flew up. Quick as a scorpion he grabbed it firmly turning her around and pulling her against his hard muscled body. She was panting, and could have sworn he was short of breath too. “Ah ah ahhhh.” He said holding her close, imprisoning her arms. “You got one free swing Francine.” She whimpered against his hard body. He held her with one strong arm bringing the other up to her hair, stroking it gently and pulling it back away from her ear. His breath was heated against her ear as he said. “You will not strike me again, not unless you’re ready for some consequences.” He brought his hand against her throat over the collar. “And I do love delivering consequences.” He finished as she felt the collar slide off into his palm.
    He released her and she stood up, unsteadily on her feet. He looks back at her in amusement as she tried to find her footing. “If you were mine I’d take you back to the bedroom give you a good orgasm, to start your day - instead of all of this runnin' and chasin'.” His palm was aching to cup her round bottom; his hands itched to slide over her shapely thighs. “A good chase always gets me worked up, almost as much as seeing you in those pink panties I bought you, you really are quite enticing.” He remembered her sweet, fresh, vanilla scent, it clung a bit to his clothes. He wanted to pull her close so he could have the smell of her forever. “All you’d have to say is please Sir , and off we’d go.” She trembled at his words. Was it fear, desire? Her feelings were becoming just too frustrating. It was him, he made her confused when things should have been clear. That kiss... It had been devastating. She’d never been kissed like that before, what would it be like...
    Oh God! She wasn’t actually tempted ? She had to get away this time, make good her escape, she absolutely had too.
      "I want to run.” She said decisively. Then threw in just for good measure - “Kennedy?" She gave him a searching look, checking for a reaction but he simply sips again at his coffee, she remembered the dark, chicory taste of it on his lips, and gave her another one of his small smiles. His movement gives nothing away as he blatantly ignored her taunt in regard to his name her hazel eyes continuing to meet his darker ones.
    She crossed her arms over her chest. He always seemed to be laughing at her. Was there no end to the confidence of this man? Show him Francine, show him he’s wrong, that you can get away. If he got the collar back on her it was all over. In the mirror she had tried everything she could, but there was no manipulating the tricky little gold lock. He had released it so easily, done something with his fingers and with a slight adjustment and a snick , the evil little collar had fallen into his hand.
    He wasn’t stupid she realized, and he can kiss. Fuck me... She turned to go, not wanting to waste anymore time. “Oh, one more thing,” she turned, he reached in his pocket and pulled out the keys to the truck she’d gotten a glimpse of outside. He held them out to her, in disbelief she reached for them clutching them close, not willing to think through or examine too closely his continued benevolence. Like delivering a punchline he said, “I could tell you it has a security stop, but you wouldn't believe me,” He picked up his mug and took a sip, “...so I’ll let you see for yourself. It has keyless entry, just press this” he demonstrated, “and the pedal and it’ll start right up, for a