D. O. D. S.

DOMINANT OBSESSIVE DEVIANT SUBMISSION

Disclaimer: Everything Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. This story is based on true events. The location has been changed to protect everyone involved. Apologies in advance for what will happen to some of our beloved characters. Story is rated M and if you are under 18, you really should not be reading this.

A/N : Thank you all for following the story, those that have just started to follow the story and those that have commented. Life got in the way and placed my stories on hold. I didn't forget them, just could not focus enough to get to them. Near-death has a way of doing that. I don't have a beta right now so… yeah..

CHAPTER 12

My car was gone and I am left with no other choice but to be with my "rescuer". Yeah, he was my hero. I am grateful, tired and confused. I failed to take care of myself and needed to let go of my stubborn attitude. He changed the radio station as soon as he started the car. I just gave a raised eyebrow of a questioning response to his action because of his choice in driving music. To which his response was a smile and a clearing of this throat. I expected something harder but not what I heard coming out of the speakers…

Spa music? What the hell!

"So little dove, what direction am I going in? Need to put the information it in the GPS. I know once we start driving you are going to pass out on me and I want to get you home safe and sound. I did make a promise to Officer Clearwater and I am a man of my word."

There it was, the pregnant pause that caused my fogged up mind to wonder what other things he was a man of his word to.

Yes, he was attractive.

Yes, he saved me tonight from and idiot that I can believe I actually dated and some point in my life. - But most importantly, I was still missing Edward deep down and the things he had brought to the surface.

The non- conversational silence that filled the car was more than applauded, it was needed. His vehicle smelled of him and aided in lulling me even more into to the shock-induced slumber. The subtle swaying motion of the vehicle, the rhythm of the music, the rain falling in the background of the song; it seemed as if everything my brain was processing, further propelled me into lethargy; the shock of what could have happened was finally set in. and I gave up my fight to stay awake settling in with thoughts of one person...

Edward… where are you?

I wake to find myself spread eagle on a table and restrained. I want to pull my hands to cover my body as the cold air caresses my nipples. I start to look around and I see nothing but white wall in front of me and make a mental note that the others are two black and one red; blood red. There's no sound, no movement other than my own. Then I hear man's voice telling me to look straight up into the ceiling and don't move a muscle.

I do as I'm told, with an internal struggle. The obstinate woman in me, wants to kick and fight, push against the grain but the comfort in his voice , has trapped me into wanted nothing more than to please him. I feel his fingers start to slowly caress my feet and climb higher. With every inch of his stimulating ascent painfully slowly up my leg, I become wetter with arousal and anticipation.

He is my bringer of pain, my bringer of intense sensation and I want more of this freedom every time. From the corner of my eye, his silhouette just about comes into view. I notice that he has something in his hand. To my delight, it is a blindfold and the short crop. My heart rate increases and I feel the bead perspiration roll from my forehead and note the goose pimples are now showing on my skin and it's not just from the cold but from the anticipation and fear of what he will do it. The hurt that feels so good, bringing me to life every time and calming my soul.

He tells me that he will take away my sight and hearing because he can and for His enjoyment. Within moments, I am left to the silence in my head and the tingle of my nerves from the sensory deprivation. I crave his touch to assure me that I am not alone, but it doesn't come. I am left to focus on what I know about when we are together." I will never leave you alone. I am always with you, always..."

That is my anchor, what I hold on to. Those words were my assurance that I'm not alone. And then it begins. I am looking up at him and he is saying something to me I am unable to make out the words… then I notice that is voice is different… it's not him… I try to focus on his mouth again…

"Time to wake up little dove. We are home now…"

Shit!

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