D.O.D.S.

DOMINANT OBSESSIVE DEVIANT SUBMISSION

By HEART1977

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 a true story. The location has been changed to protect everyone involved. This is my therapy. Apologies in advance for what will happen to some of our beloved characters.

A/N:

Thank you all for following the story and those that have commented. Thank you to my beta, Mrs. SWS, for helping me to see where I have gone stray and putting me on the right path. I am so happy I found you. It really does mean a lot to me. This is my therapy and I thank you for taking an interest.

What are the chances of a Dominant that is Obsessive and Deviant in his actions stumbles upon a natural-born total Submissive?

A Submissive that did not know that submission is what was missing?

They form a "normal" relationship….

They discover their "natural" roles...

Then it all goes….

Well, you will see…

Prologue

"I am sure you know why we asked you to come in this afternoon. We just want to get your side of the story so that we can put an end to this case, Ms… Ms. Swan. So, the sooner you tell me all the details, the sooner you can go."

"And you are...?"

"One of guys who's trying to do right by you..."

"Do right by me? Where the hell where you when everything was in the shitter? Do right by me? The nerve…"

Needa smoke, needa smoke, needa smoke…

'Tap, tap, tap' go nails on the desk in a room that would make the innocent want to confess just to get out.

"If I tell you anything, how will I know everything will be ok? You…" I start and then look away, "…you and your so-called help, you have no idea what happened to me. The people closest to me don't believe it when I try to tell them. This is just crazy! Why am I even here!"

"We know you are upset and this is not the most comfortable place in the world to be right now, but we need to know what Emmett McCarty did to you."

Just hearing the name was all it took…most days. I need a cigarette. I feel like I am about to jump out of my skin.

The sudden slam on the table brings me back.

"MS. SWAN! Look, we are getting a little tired of this 'Not talking' bullshit. Spit it out already! What did Emmett do?"

Fuck! I have to do this. I won't be free until this is all public. God, Edward, I hope you understand…

"Ms. Swan? Please let us help you…"

"Ok, ok, Agent…?" I questioned as I crinkled my eyes, watching him carefully.

"Yorkie. Call me Eric if it would make you more comfortable..." he suggested as the skin over his eyebrows wrinkled.

"Can I smoke in here?"

"Fine, if it will help. Look, we may not have been here before but we are here now and we want to do everything that we can so that you feel safe. The only way to do that is to ensure that Emmett will be put away for a very long time."

He measured his words carefully. Trying to make sure I understood what he was proposing.

So, I light up and let the chips fall.

Emmett Fuckin' McCarty...He made me wet at one time, but now it's just a cringe.

Fuck him!