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 true events. The location has been changed to protect everyone involved. Apologies in advance for what will happen to some of our beloved characters. Story does contain lemons.

A/N: Thank you all for following the story, those that have just started to follow the story and those that have commented. It really does mean a lot to me. Thank you to my awesome beta, Mrs. SWS. You make me a good dealer! This is my therapy and thanks for taking an interest.

CHAPTER 6

"My favorite part was when I had you bound to the bed..."

I knew I heard him clearly, but the only feeble response I could give was a sharp intake of air into my lungs. In a flash his words only encouraged the reaction my hormones were already causing. My body gave off a tremble before I could stop it. I tensed up to stop any further involuntary shivers from coming and I'm sure he felt me stiffen under his hands. I had nothing to say. What could I say? If I looked at him right then, I would give myself away. I am not scared of him. No, never of him. I didn't want him to be nervous in telling me his thoughts either though.

Was I turned on? A little… Okay, a lot. But I was more curious and anxious than anything else.

Ta-lub, Ta-lub, Ta-lub, Ta-lub, Ta-lub, Ta-lub, Ta-lub

Don't turn around. Can't look at him. Breathe. Just breathe and calm yourself.

I hated when my body betrayed me. The water from the shower was nice and warm, but I felt this cold sensation traipsing along my spine, playing games with me. I couldn't think. My heart was pounding too loudly in my ears. Too fast; way too fast.

Focus, damn it!

Ta-lub, Ta-lub, Ta-lub, Ta-lub, Ta-lub, Ta-lub, Ta-lub

"Tell me what you are thinking about right now…now that you know..."

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! – Fuck!

"Or are you afraid to tell me what you're thinking? You know I won't hold it against you."

"I am n-not afraid..," I said, jutting out my lip as I leaned further back onto him. "Why would I be afraid?"

I sounded like I was trying harder to convince myself, not him. I knew my attempt to sound as blasé as possible had failed. I knew my body was giving me away. I felt his chuckle before it actually escaped his lips.

"Would you be willing to try that again? We haven't since that day."

"What was it that you liked about it so much?" I asked. I closed my eyes, maintaining focus on my breathing in an attempt to slow my heart.

I was paying attention to him with my body. I felt the muscles in his chest flex as his hands started to caress my arms. I heard him emit an animalistic low groan as he kissed my shoulder and neck. Instinctively I bit on my lower lip, feeling the warmth of his mouth on my skin. I felt his member twitch against my back. I contemplated telling him that his dominance of my body was an enormous turn-on. Not knowing how far I would or could actually go with him gave me a heightened sense of anxiety and excitement. I didn't know how to put any of that into words for him.

At his mercy alone, I am a phoenix resurrected with two heartbeats and a burning passion. With trembling lips and an insecure smile, I finally turned to face my fire's accelerant. I would wait patiently forever for the sweetest burn only he could give. After an unmistakable visual caress, Edward traced over my lips with his finger and then slowly let his eyes drift to mine. Those hypnotizing orbs said so much.

"You looked beautiful to me and completely at my mercy. From the position I had you in, I was able to see your body erupt without being touched. I watched your flower bloom at my touch and your nipples harden and strain for relief. Your moans were otherworldly cries of pleasure and, if I had not known that it was your first time, it would have been hard to believe. I struggled against my own release just watching you before I actually claimed you. Because of your hunger and enthusiasm I almost lost total control of myself. But most importantly you trusted me so freely."

He looked at me so intensely I felt the need to lower my eyes. Before I could step away or say anything, he placed a hungry kiss on my lips. His tongue started to explore my mouth, pleading for my tongue to play with his. Closing my eyes, I gave in to him and was willing to accept anything that he wanted to give me. I felt his left hand cup my head and pull me even closer into him. His mouth stifled my moans. With his right hand, he traveled along my side with a slow sensuous pace down to my pelvis. I felt his mouth leave mine and I still had my eyes closed, lost in the moment.

"Do you still trust me? Open your eyes before you answer me. Do you still trust me?" he asked, ever so sweetly.

"W-what? Yes, I still trust you. You would not be here if I didn't. Why are you asking now?"

I immediately saw the trepidation on his face. It was as if he was fighting some internal battle in answer to his own question. A deep crease appeared on his forehead as he continued to look at me.

"What are you waiting for?" I gasped as the previous coil and tingle had returned to my body, demanding attention. He raised an eyebrow after seeing me fidget in this dueled state. His jaw muscles tightened as he deliberated. Then, there was a strain to the smile he gave me in response.

"For now, I'm not waiting on anything more. Thank you for telling me you still trust me."

This reaction didn't feel right. I was still on this peak and my body was waiting for the catalyst I needed in order to come down. I needed my fix. The fix that was exchanged was more of mutual body worship. We paid special attention to each and every curve of each other. Every moment was purposeful but affectionately done.

By the time he made it to the bundle of nerves at my core and searched using two of his skilled fingers there was already a small explosion taking place and I could not withhold my release. I was panting and screaming his name to all that could hear my voice as my climax erupted. I continued to stroke his manhood with increased enthusiasm and vigor wanting to bring him to his pending climax. His release was right on the verge of springing forth when, he stilled my pumping hand and his body tensed, with one final thrust, his body shuddering, he leaned forward and whispered in my ear with a rough breath….

"I love you more than you know and one day I want to show you just how much…". Following his confession of love my hand was covered with the evidence.

Anticipation can be a hell of a drug.

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