Authors Note: This story is inspired by something that Xmastreelites wrote, but I just wanted to play around with the idea so I took a few seeds from that story and sorta built my own. Don't want anyone accusing me of plagiarism so I'm being up front that the original idea isn't 100% mine. Hope Xmastreelites doesn't mind! If so, I'll take it down…
This story takes place in an AU where Dominance & submission are more mainstream than they are in our world. It's about a woman who rose to the highest heights and then for unknown reasons, disappeared from the power structure; a few years later she's forced back into it when the man she loves is kidnapped and the only way to get him back is to once again become involved in the politics of D/s.
She was known simply as Domina; all knew her and yet none truly knew her. She had arrived in the Structure when she was newly 18, but with a wisdom and talent that belied her young age. She rose quickly within the structure and even some older, more powerful Dominants fell to her charms and would submit to her, but only to her. Then ten years into her career, when she was at the height of her power Domina disappeared. The rumor mill was alight with speculation, had she died? Had Domina finally had enough? Had she decided to move away to another District? No one knew, or those that did pretended that they didn't know.
Lynn Harkness sat in her penthouse suite and looked out over the New York skyline; she'd walked away two years ago and hadn't regretted it a day since. The New York Structure had gotten old, there was no one she couldn't bend to her will; at least there hadn't been until a massive tower of Celtic Warrior had strode into her life. She smiled thinking of the heights of ecstasy he had shown her, the way he could look at her in just the right way to make her putty in his hands. Until she'd met him she'd never known the bliss that submission could bring, but no one could know that she had finally submitted to someone, it would cost her everything, so she had walked away.
"Natty!" she called out causing the muscled blonde to come running.
"Yes?" she asked, smiling at her petite friend.
"The taping ended two hours ago, shouldn't Sheamus be home by now?" she asked.
"Um, yes Lynn, I'm pretty sure he should." Natalya said, looking uncomfortable.
"Has he called to say he's going to be late?" she asked, worry starting form in her mind.
"No, he um…he hasn't."
Lynn forced herself to take a deep breath, sometimes there were a lot of fans waiting to meet their favourite superstars after a taping and given how popular her fiancé was she wasn't surprised that he was held up. She looked down from her windows to see the bumper to bumper traffic caused by the WWE's being in New York on the same night as a Rangers game.
She turned to Natalya and smiled, "Let's watch a movie."
Two movies later Lynn was starting to get worried and angry. If Sheamus was going to be this late he should have called, it was after midnight and he was never this late after a taping, not when they were home anyway. She started pacing, wondering where on earth he could be.
"Natty!" she snapped at her blonde friend.
"Yes?" the young woman jumped.
"Try his cell phone please, I don't trust myself to stay calm right now."
Natalya walked away from her to try and call Sheamus on his cell phone, see if he got caught up with some of the guys. When she returned ten minutes later she was pale and looked a bit frightened.
"Lynn," she swallowed thickly, "I've been trying for the last ten minutes, it goes straight to voicemail."
Dread filled Lynn's stomach; Sheamus never turned his cell phone off, never. She took a deep breath again, trying to keep calm and nodded.
"Thank you for trying Natty." She smiled at her friend. "I'm going to try and get some sleep, his battery might have died and he's always forgetting his charger."
Natalya walked away and to the room she stayed in the massive penthouse whenever they were in New York. Lynn walked into the room she shared with Sheamus whenever they were in town and sat on the deacon's bench at the end of the bed. She knew that Sheamus had his phone fully charged before he left and the battery wouldn't have drained that fast; something was wrong she could just feel it.
The next morning Sheamus still wasn't home and Lynn knew for sure something was wrong. She quietly got showered and dressed in dark wash jeans, a green shirt and black heeled boots. At five-foot-four Lynn was one of the smaller Divas on the WWE roster and therefore wore heels a lot of the time. She grabbed her purse and headed down stairs to her car.
The drive to where the WWE would be performing that night only took an hour and Lynn tried to keep the calm the entire time. When she arrived at the arena there were no fans yet, which was good, she didn't have time to stop and sign autographs. She knew Hunter would be there and that was all that mattered. Darrell was inside the door when she walked in and he nodded respectfully to her.
"Darrell, I need to see Hunter, it's important." She said, her face set.
"Right this way." He said, signalling another security guard to watch the door and make sure only Superstars and Divas got in.
A few minutes later she was outside Hunter's temporary office and Darrell knocked for her. When he hollered come in Lynn walked in by herself and allowed Darrell to go back to his job.
"Lynn." He smiled, "We missed you last night."
"Hunter," she said, not smiling, "Sheamus is missing."
Hunter sank back onto the edge of his desk and looked at his friend, "You're sure?"
"He didn't come home last night and his cell phone is turned off." She said, some trace of worry starting to leak into her voice. "It was fully charged when he left last night and he always calls when he's going to be late."
Hunter cursed under his breath, Sheamus was poised to go for another title shot and possibly a nice long title run, the company could not afford to have him missing. He took a deep breath and nodded.
"I'll make sure the roster keeps an ear to the ground, see if they know anything." He said, shaking his head. "I'll let the RAW roster know too, just in case."
Lynn nodded, she knew the company couldn't have Sheamus missing right now and with their wedding coming up, it wasn't something Lynn could deal with either.
"We'll find him Lynn," Hunter promised, "If I have to scour New York myself, we'll find him."
"I know." She said, "If he's not home by tomorrow I'll file a report with the police."
"No." he shook his head, "For now let's keep this internal. For all we know he got drunk and passed out somewhere."
Lynn's face went red, "You know damn well that Seamus doesn't do that."
"I'm sorry Lynn, but we can't have it leaking to the press that our main attraction has gone AWOL, for whatever reason." Hunter sighed, "I'll let you know the minute I know anything."
Lynn nodded and left, she wasn't scheduled for the show tonight so she left and went home. She paced the floor, hating that she couldn't do anything but wait. She tried his cell phone a few more times, all in vain, as it didn't even ring before his beautiful Irish brogue came through the ear piece. With each hour he didn't come home, didn't call her, Lynn got more and more worried. What had happened to him? Where was he?