So. Freaking. Tired. Where did the weekend go? It was so short, it was like here then BAM! Now it's Monday. If I was president, I'd demand longer weekends. No, I don't want that job, I just want to be a billionaire so I don't have to get up and go to work. I can just sleep in my bed, write at my leisure, and travel. That sounds so nice! Grughhhh...

Maybe one day I'll write the world's best novel. Until then, Ima stick to my fanfiction. I hope y'all enjoy it.

Chapter Four – From a Dom's Point-Of-View

I watched as she fell asleep against my chest. Even though she was so peaceful and calm, I couldn't help feeling nothing but rage. The fact that this sweet girl was so terribly abused made me angry enough to spit fire.

I stroked her cheek, watching her eyelids flutter. She was so beautiful; how could anyone do that to someone else. I tucked the blanket tighter around her and gently laid her on the couch. I didn't want to move, but, I needed to talk to someone who had more experience.

Once I made sure she was settled on the couch I moved to my desk that was semi far away from the couch. I didn't want to disturb her as she slept. I got out my cellphone.

Rose, please come up to my office. – Edward

Uh, kinda in the middle of something. – Rose

Please Rose, it's important. – Edward

Are you hurt? – Rose

No, just come up here please. Quickly. – Edward

She didn't reply back but I knew she was on her way. She didn't bother knocking, she burst through the door with a concerned look on her face. I put my finger up to my lips, pointing to sleeping Bella.

She walked to my desk, a tight hold on Emmett's leash. She sat in the chair as Emmett sat on the floor beside her. She placed her heeled feet into his lap.

"What's wrong Edward?" She said quietly, "Is she okay?"

I sighed, "No. She's not okay."

"What happened, did you—?"

"I did not," I said harshly, "Her previous Master, her first and only master."

"What happened to her?" She asked.

I sighed, "She… she—just look."

Rose and I walked to her sleeping form. I gently pulled back the blanket that was covering her back and revealed to Rose the horrible long slash scars marking the beautiful skin on her back.

"My god," Rosalie said, "That looks like a—."

"A bullwhip," I said, "He beat her with a bullwhip."

Rose stroked one of the long scars with her hand, causing Bella to shuffle in her sleep. I covered her back up. Rose was shaking her head, her face reading nothing but pure rage. Before she spoke I moved us back to the desk area.

"What the hell, who the fuck did that to her?" She demanded.

"She doesn't know his name. She just knows that when they first met he called himself Jay," I said, "He abused her. She told me that he forced her to have sex with him and his girlfriend, which was something she wasn't comfortable with. He had convinced her that Subs aren't important, it only matters what a Dom thinks and wants."

"What kind of Sub was she?"

"24/7."

"So, there was a contract in place. Did he not honor the contract?" She asked.

"The contract she signed was not a legitimate contract. He didn't give her a kink list, so, he told her that since she didn't bring her own, he could do whatever he wanted to her. She was also inexperienced. And she couldn't get out of the contract because she didn't have 10,000 dollars to buy out of it. She had to be there for six months." I explained.

"Jesus," Rose said, "Has she talked to the authorities?"

"I don't think she wants to. She's convinced that she was in the wrong for not knowing anything about the lifestyle." I said.

Rose sighed, "Sadistic bastards like that is what gives our lifestyle a bad name. Has she said anything else?"

"There's definitely more, but I got quite a bit of information from her tonight. I didn't want to push her over the edge." I said.

"She told you that much?" She asked in shock.

"I thought the same thing, but, when I asked her a question she just answered honestly. I was just glad she trusted me enough to confide in me."

"Has she told anyone else?"

"I don't think so, but, I could be wrong. She was so embarrassed when she was telling me about everything. She truly believes she's the one at fault." I said.

Rose nodded, "If I were you, I'd try to convince her to go to the police. And then try to get as much information from her about that bastard as possible. Because he does not need to be on the streets abusing people."

"I don't want to push her to go to the authorities or think about that son of a bitch anymore than she already has too."

Rose nodded, "I guess I understand that. But, I'm scared someone else might be going through the same thing she had gone through."

I nodded, "I know Rose. I want to find him and wring his neck until he turns blue."

"Do you want me to try and talk her into going to the police? Or getting her help?"

"No, you don't have to do anything." I said.

"Then, why did you want to talk to me about this. I understand that we need to now be on alert for abuse in the community, but, what do you want me to do."

I blushed, "I, uh—,"

"Oh," Rose said, catching on, "You want her to be your Sub."

My blush deepened, "I kind of really do, but, she's been so abused. There is no way she'd allow me or anyone else to put her in that kind of position again."

"Well, I know your kind of pattern, you prefer a relationship Sub, then a one-time deal," She said, "Maybe you should form a relationship with her, rather than just asking her to be your Sub."

I nodded, "Well, I definitely want to form a relationship with her, she's sweet and—I don't know," I blushed again, "But, there's no way she'd want to have a Sub/Dom relationship. She's been hurt too much."

Rose's brows lifted, "Not necessarily, I mean, what is she doing here? She had to of known that this is a BDSM club."

"She said she came here because of her friend. But, when I started talking to her, I should've known that something was off, she was so quiet and barely spoke. I just thought she was playing a coy sub, but… I should've known."

"It's not your fault some idiot abused her. I mean, I think it's a good thing you were the one to find her. You're a really caring Dom. You might be the person she needs." Rose said.

"I don't want to push her. I know she once had a thing for BDSM but, I'm scared that maybe she was turned off or probably more so scared of the lifestyle." I said.

"Well, if you chose to pursue her, then it'll be your job to show her the pleasure of this lifestyle. She's not going to be an easy Sub. I can almost guarantee that you'll be losing more battles then you win. Can you handle someone who has so many emotional needs?"

"I want too…" I said.

"Look, this is all irrelevant, it's her choice. If she wants you, then great, but, if she's not ready then you need to accept that and understand that she's has had a rough time." Rose said.

I nodded, "Thank you Rose, that really helps."

She smiled, "Good. Now, if you don't mind, I would like to get back to our little session." Rose stood, but, I stopped her.

"Just hang out here for a minute. I need to go say something. If she wakes up tell her I'll be right back."

I walked out of the room, casting a glance at Bella before walking down the long hall.

When I entered the club room, there were a lot of public sessions going on. I felt bad for interrupting their play, but, I had something very important to say. I stepped up onto the stage and commanded their attention.

"First off, I want to thank everyone for being here tonight," they all clapped, "I wanted to make an announcement to all the Dom's out there. Our lifestyle, our kink, is a pleasurable one, but let me make one thing very clear. Abuse in any form, is not tolerated. A Dom's job is to make sure their Sub is comfortable and safe. When you fail to care for you Sub in any way, you fail as a Dom and you fail your sub. As a large provider for this community, I want to say that I will make it a personal goal of mine to every Sub is being treated with care and is not being abused. If I so much as catch a whiff of abuse, I can tell you my clubs will be shut down like that," I snapped my fingers, "I apologize for putting a slight damper on the party, but, I want to make sure everyone knows the boundaries and the difference of abuse."

I left before anyone could ask questions. I didn't want t expose too much, because, that was up to Bella to tell anyone, not me. Of course, I didn't just tell Rosalie… But, Rosalie was my half-sister and my best confidant. Oh crap, I shouldn't have said anything.

I slapped myself on the forehead; I totally went back on my ideals for respect. I knew better than to spill her secrets to anyone else. I would have to apologize to her and beg for forgiveness.

A hand wrapped around my arm, stopping me on my way up the stairs.

"Hey, where's Bella?" A little black-haired woman asked.

"Uh, she's upstairs. We're doing a little aftercare." I said.

"Oh," she said, "Okay, well, can you tell her I'm ready to leave?"

"I'll drive her home." I said.

She bit her lip, "I'm not sure if that's a good idea, we came here together, and I know she was really nervous about being here."

I reached into my wallet and handed her my card with all of my information, "Don't worry, I'll get Bella home in a little while. Let's say… an hour and a half? Does that sound okay?"

"That sounds fine, I just want to make sure she gets home because I'm not going to be there—,"

"You ready sweetness?" My friend Jasper asked her as he stepped up behind her.

"Yes, in a moment," she turned back to me, "I just want to make sure she gets there safely."

"You don't have to worry sugar," Jasper said, "Edward's a good guy, he'll get her home safely."

I smiled, "Thanks Jazz. I promise I will get her home safely. You have my card with all my information. If you suspect fowl play, well, there's all my info."

She nodded, "Okay."

Jasper wrapped his arm around her shoulders and they walked off. I wondered if Bella's friend knew anything about her past? I want to ask, but, I really shouldn't say anything, just in case she didn't know.

I walked back upstairs to my personal play room. She was still sleeping. I quickly slid back under her and started running my fingers through her long hair. She sighed contently in her sleep, muttering.

"I'm sorry…" she whispered I leaned closer, "I can't live with this embarrassment anymore… Please forgive me…"

I wanted to add in that section of Edward telling Rosalie to kind of make a point about respect. Now, it was a momentary lapse in judgement on Edward's part, he just wanted answers and to find help for Bella as well as himself. But, the point I was trying to make that, is if someone confides in you about past abuse, sexual abuse, or verbal abuse, you do not have the right to tell anyone about it. It's something you need to respect.

Now, if there is abuse going on in that moment, then please either convince that person to leave and find help, or get help for them. Abuse is not okay, please don't let yourself or someone else stay in a situation of abuse. Reach out. Get help.