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 a true event. The location has been changed to protect everyone involved. 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, license granted! It really does mean a lot to me. This is my therapy and I thank you for taking an interest.

CHAPTER 4

He looked deeply into my eyes, trying to get his breathing controlled. It was so intense; it felt like I was naked even though I knew I was fully clothed. There was still passion burning within him; nothing had changed. He was the same as always - too intense, too hot - and it took everything in me at that moment to break eye contact. I had to.

"You...you do know I am still very much in love with you, right?" he said, watching my quivering still swollen lips. I saw his jaw tighten as he caressed my stocking covered thigh. I didn't even realize that I was still being held by him against the wall. It was as if I weighed nothing in his arms. He relaxed enough to let his striking green eyes flutter closed, showing the sensation of enjoyment this small caress was giving him.

Please be rhetorical... Please be rhetorical... Please be rhetorical...

"Do you?" he asked again. Edward abruptly opened his eyes this time, revealing doubt that I had never seen there before. He cocked his head to the side, not only gazing into my eyes, but what felt more like searching my heart.

Shit! I do know he loves me. Just say it... Out loud... Say it!

I ran my fingers along his jaw, giving him a smile and a nod of my head as affirmation of a response to his question. We have never been able to hide anything from each other.

"I know. I have always known...," I responded hearing my voice quiver as I spoke the words. They did not belong to me. They came from the dreamer: the younger, more hopeful, unafraid, no-crazy-stalker-ex version of me.

I forced myself to stare into his face, even though I knew I was more transparent to him than to anyone else in the entire world. He had been gone for so long this time and I am not sure Alice told him everything that has happened...yet.

I wanted to turn away, almost ashamed to be in front of him right now. I felt too vulnerable, too exposed. His caress on my thigh brought my mind back into focus on him. He was making me squirm under each caress of his thumb and my stomach was in nervous knots.

He can't make me weak all the time, right?

In life, only a few of us are lucky enough to find someone we are sexually compatible with in all aspects. That is what we were, and more, for each other. For instance, we have had a lot of silent conversations that irritated our friends, who couldn't understand how we did it. With this level of compatibility came the downside of being completely vulnerable to one another.

Our current level of intimacy was getting a little too intense for me. I decided to play with him a little. I needed to regain control of the situation and make the most of whatever time I had left with him.

"...And knowing this little tidbit of information, tell me again why we aren't together? I just need a reminder," I shot at him with a raised eyebrow and a naughty smile. He released my leg, letting me slide back down to my feet, but keeping me pinned against the door. His expression grew elusive as he cast his eyes to the ceiling.

Yes, I am using my defense mechanism. So what?

I could see his thoughts processing in overdrive to find the best responses to my question. His face started to soften, making him look even more deviously beautiful than ever before. He heaved a sigh as he leaned in to nuzzle my neck, then pushed away from me. I gave him my best sideways glance before walking away, headed towards the bathroom to take my shower. I needed to wash off the internal shame of toying with him, but he need not know that.

I left the bathroom door open, knowing he would want to see me. I looked up in the mirror just in time to see a reflection of him righting his pants. He had a defined swimmers body that just got better as he aged. Everything was toned in all the right places. Looking at him always made my heart race, giving me a euphoric flush. Even after his orgasm, he was still somewhat aroused. I knew our evening was not going to end after our little heated interlude at the doorway. He must have felt me looking at him because he slowly raised his head and responded to my cheeky and accusatory question with heavy lids and a cocky smile.

"Because I was never secure being around you when we were together and..."

You mean you were afraid.

"...I just never wanted to be without you."

Then why are you?

"I couldn't stand the idea of you being with anyone else."

I never wanted to be with anyone else.

"Fuck, Bella, I just wasn't in control of myself with you then."

Okay... I don't quite know what you mean by that.

"Do you remember the first time we made love?," he asked.

Sweet tingles! Hell yeah, I do!

"How could I forget?" I replied, still watching him. His smile was stunning as he reminisced.

"Did you know that was my first time?" he continued.

Seriously? I almost want to call bullshit on that one!

"I...I didn't know that." There was a shakiness in my voice again. "Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I didn't think to tell you before. All I knew was that I wanted to experience everything new with you. A part of me still does, you know." There was a mischievous gleam in his eye and it was all the inspiration I needed to regain control of the situation.

Edward and I have experimented with our own 'kink' over the years. Edward liked to watch a show and I wanted to give him one: a show to make up for lost time since he was away so long.

Through the mirror I fixed my eyes on his as I slowly and purposefully undressed for my shower. I let my blouse fall from my shoulders to the floor. I watched the anticipation build in him as I unhooked my bra and dropped it to join my shirt. I stood topless before him. I could see the increase in the rise and fall of his chest; I knew I was getting to him.

Time to up the ante in my little scene.

I slowly guided my right hand up to caress my left breast. In response of his lustful gaze upon me, I tweaked my nipple just to see him shudder. He had this hungry look in his eyes now. Seeing them grow darker gave me more of a thrill than I wanted to admit.

He continued to watch as I unzipped and unbuttoned my skirt. His lips parted slightly in anticipation and there was an excited tremble to him now. This was new to see. He was normally so controlled when it came to this.

Is this what he meant by being afraid of losing control?

The movement of his body caught my eye and my gaze followed his hand. He adjusted himself ever so slightly. Thinking about the wonderful works of his masterful tool made me lick my lips. Taking a step back from the sink, I leaned forward so he would have a perfect view of my derrière as it came into view when the skirt fell. I had almost forgotten about the garters I was wearing. I knew he would enjoy seeing them come into view as much as he had enjoyed feeling them earlier.

Having his eyes on me was giving me a feeling of fullness in my breast and a lingering tingle between my thighs. I let my skirt pool to the ground and stepped out of it. Only wearing my underwear and garters, I turned and walked to the door as slowly and seductively as possible.

Feet, work with me so I don't fall.

I caressed the door knob...

And then...

Closed the door...

End scene...for now.

I knew this was just a momentary interlude before another round of feasting on lust of the flesh. He was mine and I was his.

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