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Thanks to my wonderful girls for looking this chapter over and finding my mistakes. Dannibags and piesmom are my hard working angels on this chapter.

One more small note – if you read chapter one prior to May 2013, it has been revised and added too. It might be in your best interested to head back and look over the chapter so you don't get lost later. I apologize for this inconvenience, but I had a change of direction on this story and needed to add a couple of things before I could continue with the next chapter.

Warning: If you are interested in getting involved in the BDSM lifestyle, please take care and do your research. Find a mentor in your area, find out about munches in your area, and always be safe, sane, and consensual.

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We soon find out about Edward. What he is doing and who he is, and see where our two lovers will come into contact with one another.

Chapter 2

"Creative Writing Professor and the Dominant Within"

EPOV

I pulled into the only diner located in the little town of Forks. I got out of the car, slowly stretching. It had been years since I had been here, and it did not appear that anything had changed about the place. The same diner, same camping store, and the same rundown buildings that lined the small town. I couldn't even believe I was here. If someone had told me ten years ago that at the age of forty I would be leaving my comfortable position at the University of Illinois to move here, I would have laughed in their faces. Hell, I was shocked I would have ever left Chicago.

I never understood why Jasper would pick this place to live, but he did. The weather was always depressing, but what did I have to compare it to? Chicago, the windy city; Chicago was brighter and busier, but it wasn't the quiet that I longed for. I needed to start over and find myself again.

Jasper was like a brother to me. We grew up in the same neighborhood, and he was always there to help me through the hardest times of my life. Jasper was five years older than I was and would always make sure that I was taken care of. When he left for college, it about killed me, but he was still there to make sure I was okay.

When my parents died in a fire while I was away at college, Jasper was there to help guide me through the roughest moments in my life. When I joined the BDSM community, Jasper was also there to guide me though the lifestyle and helped me to understand why I was the way I was.

Jasper helped me to understand what a Daddy Dom was and taught me how to be the best that I could be.

A Daddy Dom was a dominant whom enjoyed the aspects of having a submissive that liked to be treated like his baby girl. Daddy Dom's loved and cherished their baby girls. It wasn't always sexual, and it wasn't about pain. In fact, I never wanted any of my girls to feel pain. I loved my baby girls. Being this way had nothing to do with age, and I didn't fantasize about being with children. All my baby girls were consenting adults; most of them have retained their childlike enthusiasm and excitement over just about everything. They are also, on occasion, naive and gullible when it comes to the outside world. Usually they are those people who want to believe the good in every one. I nurture, provide and protect them. I want them to be everything they want to be I help them reach their full potential. As my baby girls, they are an extension of who I am; an outward reflection of my dominance and what the power I hold can do. When I told people this, the first thing that they thought was that I was a closet pedophile, which is not the case. The other misconception was replacing a women's father, which was totally and utterly wrong. I didn't want to replace their fathers. I could never replace that role anyway.

The aspects I did enjoy were making my submissive feel carefree again. I would cherish them and keep them safe. I wanted to be the center of their universe, provide for their every need. I wanted to shape and mold them into the women they needed or could be. I cherished every one of the women who served as my baby girl over the years, but once they had reached their full potential, it seemed that they didn't need me anymore and I let them go out into the world. This was the reason why I currently found myself without a baby girl to love and cherish. My lifestyle wasn't always about sex or punishments. In fact, the majority of baby girls I was with didn't like pain at all, which was a blessing because I couldn't bring myself to hurt them the way some others wanted.

I sat at the table in the diner, pondering the reasons I now found myself in Forks. After my parents deaths, I stayed in Chicago, finished my education, and had a job at The University of Illinois. Things were going great, or so I thought.

The last baby girl that I had was Tanya…she was the best I had ever had, and when she left … it about crushed me. I thought she was the one. The one I would spend forever with, and I couldn't understand why she left. I treated her like the princess she was, and encouraged her to rise above herself and become more. Apparently, my encouragement and faith in her for better was the driving force behind the woman I turned her into. She was offered a better job in another city, and I couldn't move. I couldn't leave Chicago, and she couldn't stay.

It broke my heart into a million pieces. After confiding in Jasper, he came to see me and told me I wasn't living my life anymore. I thought I was, but I did have issues. I wouldn't leave the house unless it was to attend something in regards to my career or my lifestyle.

It was seeing that I needed to start over that I found myself applying for a position in the English Department at Peninsula College. It was a small community college located about an hour away from Forks in Port Angeles. I was tired of dealing with the students on the University level, and wanted students that were more mature in their age and study habits.

I got the job, packed up my house, and headed out to start a new adventure. I even decided I would give up my Daddy Dom lifestyle; if I could only find someone who would stay with me when I decided to go vanilla.

"You won't last a month," Jasper said.

I was in the middle of ordering my dinner at the diner when he walked up.

"Yes, I will. I don't need that side of me anymore. All I have to do is treat women like shit, and they will fall at my feet."

"Yeah, let's see how long that works out for ya. FYI, they were falling at your feet in Chicago; you just had your mind set on a certain type," he said.

"And what type was that?" I asked frustrated.

"The barbie doll type. You know the ones that love to shop and have you spend gobs of money on them."

"I can't help that the women I wanted took care of themselves. Plus, I wanted to take care of them," I said getting pissed.

Tanya fell into that category; she was statuesque, blonde, and loved to spend money. I think the thing she liked the most was the fact that I treated her like a princess. I did everything possible to keep her happy, and I didn't want the money she had; I had my own. But, that wasn't good enough because when the chips fell, she scooted off with a new job and a man that would treat her like shit because she had money.

When I sat back and analyzed all the women who had been Daddy's baby girls, it seems that they all were in Tanya same shoes. However, what type of women should I be looking for? Should I look for someone who didn't have anything? Or, someone who didn't have any confidence within themselves?

I didn't know where to begin, but I would know when I found the right one, hopefully.

We finished eating and headed toward the house I bought. The college was a small one and couldn't afford to house all of their professors, but they did provide me a list of house available in the area. It didn't take long to find the home I wanted.

It was set back along Highway 101; the driveway was extremely long leading to the house. Jasper had been my eyes when it came to its exact location, but being set off the highway and out in the middle of the woods to me was a blessing. I didn't want to live too close to town, and I wanted the privacy the woods could offer. I was never the live in the suburbs type anyway. When I pulled up to the house, it was everything I had ever wanted. All I needed was someone special to fill the house with, but that would have to wait until I was settled. And, with school starting soon for me, I needed to get settled as quickly as possible. Jasper had done a great job of getting all my things in the house and had been a blessing when it came to making sure everything was here for me.

~MFIR~

It didn't take long for me to get everything around my house situated in their correct spots, and after hearing Jasper talk for hours about the prime fishing in the area, I hesitantly agreed to go. The bad thing was I didn't own a fishing pole, and Jasper said I had to bring my own shit.

I trudged out of the house and hopped into my new victory red 2012 Camero; this car was gorgeous. After Tanya left, I decided I was doing away with the Volvo and going with something new. I had always been rather conservative and went with safety verses speed or style, but now I had a fresh start, a new home, and a new attitude on life.

I pulled up in front of the Sporting Goods store and walked in. There was a young woman at the counter scribbling away on a clipboard. I don't think she even heard me come in through the doors even though the bell rang. I stood back watching her. She was lost in thought and didn't even notice when I walked up to the counter.

I cleared my throat, alerting her to my presence.

She looked up with the biggest brown eyes I had ever seen.

"Can I help you?" she asked, looking at me with wide eyes.

"I'm looking for a fishing pole. I was wondering if maybe you could suggest one."

"Sure, my dad loved to fish," she said, coming around the counter.

She pointed out different fishing poles, told me what each one could do, and even showed me how to use them. I was in total awe of her. I figured she wouldn't know anything about them, and I would have to pick one myself. She led me over to the tackle boxes and suggested different lures and baits for me to use. She questioned me about the type of fish I was looking to catch. When I told her I didn't know, she suggested a couple of things.

I walked with her back to the counter where I placed everything she had suggested on the counter. She rang up my purchases. I looked over at her clipboard to see what she was writing about. She caught me looking and moved the clipboard under the counter, and told me the price.

"Are you a writer?" I asked, pulling my Amex card out of my wallet.

"No. Yes. I don't know," she said.

"What do you mean you don't know?" I asked, completely confused.

She huffed and pushed her hair behind her ear.

"I am a writer in a way, but I'm not published or anything," she said, biting her bottom lip.

"What kind of stories do you write?"

"Fiction mostly," she said, handing me the receipt to sign. I quickly signed, but the English professor in me wanted to know what she wrote about.

"Fiction, well that's a good place to start. How do you find inspiration?" I asked curiously.

She giggled, "Everywhere really … songs, movies, TV shows, things I've read and things I see."

"I would love to read what you've written," I said, and she turned as red as a tomato.

"Uhm, I don't think you would be interested in reading what I write," she stammered.

"Why not? It's fiction right? It's not real life and I am an English Professor over at Peninsula College," I said shrugging my shoulders. If she only knew, I had seen it all.

"Well … it's, shit. It's not shit literally; look, I like to write fan fiction. Are you familiar with that?" she asked.

"Yeah, I've heard about it. Those are stories based off movies, books, cartoons … whatever someone likes … right?"

"Yeah, something like that anyway … the stories I write well, they reference the books and or the movies in The Sunrise Series," she said biting her lower lip again. I found it rather cute the way she was worrying.

"Those stories about Edison and Annabelle, wasn't that a vampire thing?" I asked. It seemed all the girls were a little crazy over that series.

"Yep, I love to write stories about that couple."

"Still doesn't bother me. I've read the books and watched the movies, they're okay." I shrugged; it didn't bother me. Most men wouldn't have admitted to it if they had read it, but I knew there were a couple of men in the theater when I took Tanya to see all five movies. They were probably dragged there by their girlfriends, just to get on their good side hoping for something in return.

"You are a rare breed Mr. …" she stopped mid sentence looking down at the receipt. "… Cullen."

"That I am Miss …" I stopped posing the same question to her.

"Swan … Bella Swan," she said holding her hand out for me to shake.

I reached out and pulled her hand to my lips; the shock that I received from touching her wasn't too bad, but the jolt my lips received as I placed a kiss on her hand was orgasmic. I could feel my cock swelling already, and I hadn't done anything other than talk to her and touch her hand.

I looked deep into her chocolate eyes and saw straight to her soul. It was at that moment that I saw the generosity, innocence, and desire; however, I don't think it was the same as my desire to own her or love her. Hers was the desire to feel accepted, wanted, and loved. I could see the sadness that clouded her eyes evaporate by the second as I gazed at her.

I slowly let go of her hand.

"You kind of look like Edison," she said still staring into my eyes.

"I've heard that before … it's the copper hair," I said.

She wasn't the first one to tell me this, about every girl at the University of Chicago has told me. I usually just laughed it off.

"Yeah, the copper hair," she sighed.

"You kind of look like Annabelle," I said.

She did too with her long mahogany hair and her big brown eyes.

She giggled, "I don't think I look anything like her. She's so beautiful."

She lowered her head and pushed the hair that had fallen down in her face behind her ears. I reached over and lifted her chin, making her look into my eyes again.

"You've got everything she has and more," I said.

She blushed scarlet again, but didn't stop looking into my eyes. I could get lost in her eyes. The clearing of a throat broke our gaze. I looked to see who was interrupting our dazzling moment. There was a blonde haired gentleman standing at the end of the counter.

"Isabella, don't you have work that needs to be done?" he asked.

"Uhm, yeah sorry Mike," she said getting all my items into bags and finally handing me my receipt.

"Good luck fishing, Mr. Cullen," she said handing me my bags.

"I'll need all the luck I can get," I replied winking at her.

I stepped away from the counter and sized up the gentleman at the end. He wasn't anything I couldn't handle, but I wondered if he was with Bella.

I walked out of Newton Outfitters with more questions than answers. I had to make a choice to stay away from Newton Outfitters because there was something about Bella that called to the dominant side in me. Or, give up trying to go vanilla and go there every chance I got.

I was officially stuck between a rock and a hard place. I wanted to be with Bella and make things happen with her, but I didn't want to ruin everything with being a Daddy Dom. I mean, what if she didn't want that? Need that? Or, even like that? I wouldn't force her to be with me like that. I would rather walk away than force her.

~MFIR~

I was sitting out in a little boat with Jasper with my line in the water. Fishing hadn't been as relaxing or as fulfilling as Jasper had led me to believe.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked pulling his line out of the water.

"Nothing," I replied quickly.

"Bull shit!"

"Look, don't worry about it. I will figure it out eventually," I said.

I didn't want to tell him about the chance meeting with Bella. He already thought I was completely nuts for not wanting to be a dominant anymore.

"You've found the one, haven't you?" he asked raising his eyebrow at me.

"I don't know what I found."

"Pull your line in," he demanded.

"Why?" I asked.

"I said to pull in your damn line," he demanded again and this time it wasn't a question. I started reeling in my line, but apparently, Jasper wasn't going to let me have enough time to finish.

"Where?" he asked starting the motor and practically drowning out any sound I made.

He was on a mission.

Once we reached the bank, he didn't take long to drag the boat ashore and walk to his car.

"Where?" he asked again, but I didn't know if I wanted to tell him.

"Look Edward … there are only a couple of places you could have met this girl. Remember, this town isn't that big. I was with you at the diner; so you didn't meet her there. You went to work yesterday and then Newton's today. Now, I can go to the college first, but it will probably take us a while to locate the girl, and I doubt she will be there unless she is studying in the library or something on the weekend."

"It's wasn't at the college," I whispered.

"Good, that narrows down my search," he said stepping on the gas and getting us from way from the Dul Sol River.

It didn't take long for Jasper to pull up in front of Newton's. I prayed for her not to be there. I don't know why because I wanted to see her again, but I didn't want to hear the lecture I knew Jasper was planning.

God didn't answer my prayers, and she walked out carrying her clipboard.

"That's her, isn't it?" he asked.

I nodded.

He didn't say anything and watched her walk to her vehicle. When she pulled out of the parking lot, so did Jasper; following right behind her, but at a distance she hopefully wouldn't notice us.

"Don't follow her," I begged, but it fell on deaf ears.

"Look, I know you don't want me to know, and I know you don't want me to follow her. But, it seems like you pick from the bottom of the barrel in your choice of women, and I want to make sure she isn't like the others."

We followed her as she pulled into the grocery store down the block. When she went into the store, Jasper whipped the car into a spot two cars down from hers.

"Stay here," he instructed leaving the car.

I worried the whole time he was gone. What was he doing? Was he talking to her? The thought of him talking to her began to unnerve me. I reached for the door handle to open the passenger door. I was crawling out of the car when he walked up wearing a smile.

"Why are you smiling, fuck face?" I asked pissed.

"She's absolutely perfect for you, my dear friend," he said walking around the car.

"And what makes you think that, Obi Wan?" I asked.

"Oh, I talked to the lovely Bella Swan. It seems she is rather knowledgeable about the ponds around here. She even told me to stop by the sporting goods store, and she would hook me up with some good bait."

"How in the hell did fishing come up?" I asked puzzled; it wasn't like she was at work selling him a fishing rod or something.

"She was standing at the meat case, and wouldn't you know, the meat case and the fish case are right beside one another. I asked her if she knew a good recipe for fish, and she quickly told me a way to prepare it. She was very polite. I bet she can cook too. I asked her if it was the same preparation for fish I had caught on the Dul Sol River. She said it was that fresher fish from a good days catch was better than the supermarkets. I agreed. She starting talking about the best bait to use to catch catfish, and I listened," he shrugged.

I climbed into the car. Jasper climbed in, and when he didn't start the car immediately, I was scared to ask what else he had up his sleeve.

I caught a glimpse of brown hair. I turned to watch Bella hop into her old rusty looking Chevy. She backed out of the store and pulled out of the parking lot. Jasper was on her tail again. We must have followed her home.

Her house was modest, but nice. It was a two-story house in a decent looking neighborhood. It looked like she didn't have too many neighbors on the block. So, we sat for awhile without being noticed. It looked like her house attached to the woods, and I briefly wondered if I could get a closer look at her, but decided that might be a little too much. It was bad enough we were parked on the curb watching her house.

Jasper and I talked off and on about her, and made different speculations by the looks of the house, her truck, and the fact that cats apparently resided with her. I figured she lived alone, and with the presence of cats, I wondered how alone she truly was. Was that what had caused her to write in the first place?

When nightfall came, we pulled from the curb, satisfied that she was indeed alone, but I made myself a promise that I wouldn't bother her again. I didn't want what I was to corrupt her. It wasn't that I felt like there was something wrong with what I was. If she liked her life or the things she liked to do, I would try to change, but I was beginning to agree with Jasper. I didn't think it was possible to erase those tendencies for anyone, no matter how great.

A/N: All right, this story changed from where I was originally taking it. After some research and long time thinking about what to do with it, I concluded that this was the best course. One way or another life is going to morph from fiction to a reality. This story will be a slow updater so please click the follow button before you go. I have three other stories running at the moment, and want everyone to get their update notices. As always be kind and show some love … we all need it.