Natural Submission: Book 1 of the Submission Series (28 page)

His shocked expression turned to confusion, than hurt. “OK.” he said, his expression inscrutable. Then without saying anything else he turned to go upstairs.

She wanted to call him back, but the words froze in her throat, then tears burned her eyes. She turned and looked out her bay window across the lawn and garden. She listened to his footsteps as they went up the stairs, to his room and the quiet sound of his door as it shut.

Chapter 30

Francine went outside like a woman in a daze grabbing a light blanket from the sofa as she padded to the back deck and sat down in the evening cool. Her heart still fluttered against her ribs and her panties were uncomfortably damp, but she had said no, she had actually said no to the strange enigmatic man who had taken and collared her for months in a secluded, and isolated cabin in the woods.

She leaned her head back on the edge of the outdoor iron swing pulling the soft woven blanket up around her. For months she had belonged completely to him, unable to resist, unsure of what the future would hold; not even able to call him by his real name and then he had left her. Uncollared her out of the blue, and he had made damn sure she didn't have a picture or anything to remember him by.

Now she was sure, it was to protect that damn fine family name he was so determined to look after; now that he was here. Back from “outer space” as the song goes. Thinking of the rest of the lyrics made Francine want to giggle in spite of herself. Is that where those songs came from?

She started to laugh out loud at the thought and actually began to swing a bit like the little girl he used to call her sometimes. Karl Augustus. Local legend? The man who
never
dates? Is
obsessed
with work? Good God. yeah, she had Googled him. There wasn't a
whole
lot on him, but there was enough. His was from an illustrious family, and he did value his privacy.

The press would probably love an exclusive about how he’d disappeared a couple of years ago with the intent to infiltrate a sex slave operation. yeah, somebody with everything to lose might be willing to give them one. While great benefactors Karl’s family was not one you’d want to cross. They were known to stick together and could be somewhat ruthless. While an extreme case Karl was just the tip of the iceberg. According to her research, that Father of his was apparently something else too. Francine had a feeling Karl’s actions weren't as rogue as his mother would have her believe. Nevertheless they were still very brave, reckless even.

The stars were out and the comforting scent of her flowers came to her as she allowed the peace and quiet of her property to settle over her. After her ordeal finding this place was like a balm to her soul, as soon as she’d laid eyes on it for the first time she knew she was home.

A shrill ring came from inside the house dulled by the double doors. Francine wanted to ignore it, the warm evening breeze and the seductive night already lulling her into a snooze, but when the ringing stopped then started up again she gave up and went to pick up the phone. Only one person could be so bold…

She returned outside, cordless in hand, a smooth mezzo soprano voice came over the line. "Fraaaannie! What's going on?"

Silence, "He's here."

An answering silence, then - “So, the mysterious
K
has finally surfaced, can't say I'm surprised." Paris snorted. "Frannie you have no idea how cute you are, and really, the fact that you don't seem to know it - unbelievable." This coming from a knockout like Paris Spaulding: Esquire who seemed pretty oblivious to her looks most of the time. Francine felt whatever passable beauty she might of had was pretty much eclipsed by Paris whenever she walked into a room; but it was nice to be noticed.

“So,” Paris continued, already knowing the answer (Paris was a smart girl) “are we calling in the Calvary?"

"No." Paris could hear the quiet smile over the phone.

"Figured we weren't.” More gently. “You OK?"

"yeah. He's upstairs.” (and just so she knew) “Nursing blue balls."

Paris let out a crack of laughter. “Good girl!” then she sniffed. "I'd of expected no less."

“Yeah, well it came as quite as of a shock to him.”

“Frannie he's a man,
breathing
comes as a shock to them. He's on your turf now make him earn it girl. I'll be over tomorrow to be a witness; I mean, take a look at him. But
he’s upstairs, now?
Frannie, is that wise?”

“He's been hurt, Paris. He showed up and was hurt. Besides, when we - met he took care of me.” The line went silent.

“He'd never hurt me Paris, not really.”

“Well, like I said, I'll be over tomorrow to get a look at him.
Please
at least say we got a name now-.”

“Oh, you'll just die-“

“Do tell-” Paris’ voice dropped an octave with anticipation-

“Karl Augustus.”

“Karl Augustus!!
” Back up two octaves. “The Karl
Fucking
Augustus?!!
He’s
the mysterious “K”? I know him Frannie!! We grew up in the same circles, before my family went broke of course... my God! The entrepreneur? The Olympian? Now it's all making sense! Frannie! You do kidnapped with class, good grief! Have you Googled him?

You know he’s an Olympic champion don’t you? Ah, let me think, oh yeah, I remember now, rowing and swimming! He probably could have competed at least one more yeah too, but he was determined after he competed to go to school and get his degree. He is one determined and focused individual Frannie.”

Coming from Paris this was high praise indeed. “He's also extremely committed to the family business and the heir apparent even though he’s
not
the eldest and he’s
not
the one going into politics. He just
loves
his fucking numbers and is
obsessed
with the family business. Most of their extreme wealth in this generation has been due to his methodical and meticulous business savvy.
Fuck me!
Girl you are full of surprises! Karl
Fucking
Augustus.”

Wow! Karl
Fucking
Augustus is
never
seen out with anyone. He's like, drop dead gorgeous, but its all numbers and business with him. He's
very
careful. He took a big risk coming back to be with you, like
huge
. You saying no to him must be eating him up!”

Francine smiled “Do you think you could say his name without putting
fucking
in the middle? Remember he was just K to me for weeks.” When he wasn't
Master.

“Well I don’t know Francine, Let’s see... Karl
Fucking
Augustus, I guess not!!
Good God
Frannie! What are we gonna do with you?”

“Well, I don't know Paris, I don’t have "circles" like you.”

“Well girl, Karl
Fucking
Augustus?” Paris' laugh sparked through the phone. “You do now!”

Chapter 31

Karl kicked off his heavy boots and laid across the ocean blue bedspread, eyes on the ceiling; he’s restless, horny, and frustrated. He let out a sigh rolled over and pulled out the drawer of the bedside table, out came a leather handcuff, hers from the cabin. He’d kept it with him all this time no matter where he’d gone, what he’d done. Periodically he’d pulls it out like some lovesick teenager rubbing the soft fur lined leather between his big fingers, wondering if she was somewhere thinking about him; wondering how seriously she took his last instructions about forgetting him.

His phone let loose with it’s animated song vibrating against the laminated dark wood, he peeked over to see who it was. The screen read PRIVATE; he picked it up and slid the bar over, “Yeah.”

“Wut’s up?”

“Same ‘ol.” he responded still rubbing gently at the little cuff with his other hand.

“I’m just checking in to see if you're settled with the slave - who wasn’t a slave.” K smiled at Frank’s choice of words, remembering their conversation so many months ago...

“Just keep in mind K, if they are serious about sending you out of town you’ll have to let
her
go, that is if there is a
her
. You’ve never been clear on if you have or have not been keeping a collared slave of your own all this time...”

“Well, let’s just say if there
was
a collared slave she’s un-collared now.” K had responded committing himself to the last dangerous stages of the undercover mission.

“Yeah, I’m settled in just fine.” he said with quiet smile.

“And the slave who was never a slave?” Frank asked.

“Oh, she’s doing great.” A pause, “Bought a great little nursery, got herself a nice house,” he paused looking around his room, the plants even looked accusatory, “learning what the word
no
sounds like.”

It took a moment for it to sink in and then, Frank let out one of his easy booming laughs, “Really? Oh, that’s great!”

“Yeah, really great.” Karl agreed sarcastically setting down the cuff and trying to get in a more comfortable position with his aching cock.

“Well, you know how women are, you’re gone for eight months are so without a word and they get all
sensitive.”
Frank was still laughing.

Even K was smiling now Frank’s mirth was contiguous, “Yeah, well, it was for a good cause.”

“Did you tell her that?” It was like the line went dead. “ Did you tell her how you made yourself a target on that boat, when you didn’t have too? Risking everything just for the one chance to come back and be with her?” The line stayed dead. ”No of course you didn't, you damn elusive bastard.

You know, you should be in witness protection now, the risks you took; you could have died K! I seem to remember leaving you two choices and being with her was not one of them! I can’t think of anyone else who could have swam that far in those icy waters except for you. In any case ion. “I
distinctly
said go into protective custody or to run.”

“Yeah, well I’m not the “running” type. And if I had never gone into The Organization or done what I did, how much longer would it have continued to run Frank? How many women were we able to recover, from here and overseas?” He sat on the edge of the bed and put his elbows on his knees looking out across his bedroom window at the darkening night. “No, it was worth it. Even the time I had to spend away from her, it was worth that too.” Reaching behind him he picked up the little cuff, “I hated leaving her, but now she’s safe, they all are.” And with The Boss missing or dead and most of the men locked up or scattered the organization was finally in shambles.

The line got quiet again, “You're a decent guy K, I’m glad your OK; you have my number.” There was a quiet click and then silence.

* * *

Karl thought back over the past couple of years, it had all started when he realized The Organization was leasing property in Riverland county much of which was owned by his family’s company. If it were made public it would have been a horrific scandal. While the Augustus family overall had a respectable reputation there were people who would delight in making a spectacle of them for many years to come over this. It could effectively
ruin
them, and his brother’s bid to become Governor? They could kiss that aspiration goodbye.

As a family they had stuck together through so much, through his father’s battle with cancer, his sister’s trial’s with her ex. But this this could be a real fiasco. So one day Karl decided to take matters into his own hands.

He knew he had a skill The Organization needed, so placing himself in one of the sex clubs one night he got the attention of one of The Organization’s managers. Cutting ties with his family and sneaking off the estate, under the lustful moon, he cut his hair, roughed up his clothes, changed his attitude and the chimerical “K” was born.

Getting their attention with that sweet submissive in the club had been easy - for him. Keeping it by demonstrating his skills on the computer and with accounting? Easier still. The guy they had before him had been a true moron and K’s spreadsheets had quickly revealed him for the armature he was.

When The Boss asked how he’d like to be paid since he’d refused to give any other name than “K” he simply provided them with an overseas account number where they deposited his money once every two weeks.

With his seeming dedication and “common interest” to their own it wasn't long before he was trusted enough with all of the organization's finances, that’s when he began ciphering little tidbits to the FBI and had the “pleasure” of meeting Special Agent Frank Edmond.