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 is rated M and if you are under 18, you really should not be reading this.

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CHAPTER 8

Being around him, there is no need for clothing or anything else. You get dressed only to be undressed. Get up only to be laid down. Get wet to get wetter. It is a beautiful never ending cycle of sensual bliss, keeping all of your senses in hyper drive. All I felt was soft comfort; I was the most relaxed I had been in ages. Stretching out my arms, I realized his side of the bed was cold.

Where the hell is he?

"Look, don't you think I know what I'm doing here? I needed to take care of some business. I'll..."

He's on the phone, I think. What time is it?

"I know what is at stake here! I don't need a reminder from anyone, especially one from you!" He let out a long breath.

I had never heard him like this. I had no idea who he would be talking to like that. Then there was a loud bang of something being slammed on to the table that made me jump and sit up straight in the bed.

"Don't you dare question my dedication on this. You have no idea what I have given up already and will give up if necessary…"

His voice was cut short in this statement. I got out of the bed and stepped half-heartedly into the hallway. There was such a want for me to go and ease him but a part of me was telling me to stay put. My head and body were not working together on this and before I comprehended what I was doing, I was already on the staircase in my robe going to him. I was at the bottom of the stairs when he came into my view, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. Whatever was being said to him did very little to ease the tension in his body. The beauty that was there not too long ago was replaced with what looked like murderous intent. He was thumbing through some papers he had on the table.

"Fuck you and your advice! I had a situation that I needed to deal with. I had pushed it aside for far too long and I'll be damned if I have to hear any shit because of it. I have not been made…"

Situation? I was a situation? Was it even about me? And 'made'? What the hell is going on with him?

His jaw muscles were jumping and twitching as he continued listening to the other person on the phone. My mind and my body were still arguing over flight or fight and I was getting confused. My mind was screaming at me to stay by the staircase. Not to go into the kitchen; stay where it was safe. My body yearned to go and sooth whatever it was that had gotten him in this state of being. There was a deepening scowl on his face. My body wanted the lover back. I was feeling greedy, as this was my weekend and I wanted my time. And of course my conscience came in at the fifth hour, reminding me to respect Edward's need for privacy.

I immediately felt a stern reminder of how he loathed being cornered or feeling an encroachment into his private world. I still could not stop my legs, which were barely hesitant, from walking towards the argument. I was longing to be near him, not sure what I could do, just needing to do something, anything. His facial expression showed he was becoming more enraged by what he was hearing. He had closed his eyes and pinched his eyebrows. That was when I noticed the actual phone he was using. It wasn't his Blackberry, but a satellite phone.

Why would he need a satellite phone?

"Look, like I said, nothing is going to fuck this up. Not you, not anyone…" his voice trailed off as he turned and looked directly at me standing just outside the doorway. His pupils were fully dilated. He did not blink as his eye got as big as saucers and then there was a strain that showed on his face. It was positively unbearable. There was nothing of the person I knew there, just a vacancy.

"This conversation is over!" he shouted at whomever he was talking to and ended the call with a scorn on his lip. I was too shocked to know what to do or say.

Move Swan! Move your ass!

"You know, good girls don't sneak around listening to other people's conversations, Isabella," he growled at me touching his lips with two fingers.

Isabella?

"I was not sneaking. Plus this is my house. I can go where the hell I want!" I shrieked in retort with a furrowed brow.

Why are you talking? Did we forget the way he looked talking on the phone? Damn!

Either my mind blanked out or he moved faster than I was able to register because, by the time I blinked, he was in my face. We were standing nose to nose and he had me backing away from him. His face was flushed red and at this moment I was more afraid of him than I was of Riley. There was a panicky tremor that was taking over my body and I could not stop it. Throwing his arm in front of me, he blocked my escape. He had me pinned against the wall.

Officially fucked!

"So where do you think you're going? How long were you there and what did you hear?" he asked me all of this as if it was some kind of interrogation.

Answer. Don't answer. Break down. Fuck!

"I … I just got here."

You need to lie better than that.

"You just got here? Why do I think you're lying to me?" as his face took on a contemplative air to it.

Because I am…

"I don't know what you are talking about. You're starting to scare me now," I responded, knowing 'starting to scare me'was an understatement for this hour.

"You had to come down just then. I already told you about me and my privacy, but you just couldn't help yourself, could you? You just had to get closer." He tapped the tip of nose as if to make a point.

"It sounded like you needed some support. I was trying to help you. That's all."

"So you were there for a while. I thought you said you didn't know what I was talking about." shaking his head at me now with unblinking eyes, "Why did you lie to me? You know just how much I hate being lied to, Isabella."

Before I was able to say or do anything I felt the belt on my robe being untied and the front swing open. He was still looking intensely into my eyes. I only had underwear on and the cool air brushed against my nipples, puckering them as he pushed the robe open more. My heart was hammering against my chest, feeling like it was trying to escape out of my body. With one good pull he had the sash for my robe completely in his hand.

"E ̶Edward, I'm sorry… I don't know what I was thinking…."

This was all I was able to get out before his hot hand covered my mouth. He pressed me even harder against the wall. I don't know how much closer he was trying to get me. My breath started to hic-cup in my chest.

"Do you want to know… what I do to naughty little girls just…like…you, Isabella? Little girls who eavesdrop on other people's conversations?"

If not for his hand covering my mouth, I would have said no. At least I'm fairly certain I would have. My body was betraying me again. I was scared and ashamed, but also curious because everything he did was triggering a dark awakening within my body. It was intense arousal.

I should not be feeling the last part, right?

"I think you would like to see just what happens, Isabella. I would even bet my life that right now, this very moment, you are getting turned on by this. Are you getting wet for me, Isabella? I wonder if I should just find out…" He drew in a long breath and let it hiss out slowly.

Please don't…

He removed his hand from my mouth as if he was waiting for me to say something. Nothing! Nothing came out of my open mouth; I just gasped for the air that did not want to come to me. I don't know what I looked like to him at that moment, but whatever it was caused a wicked looking grin to appear across his face as I sucked in desperate gulps of air. I felt his hand glide over my sternum, across my quivering stomach, and finger the top of my underwear. His skilled fingers dipped under that thin piece of lace that was my excuse for underwear, searching for my core. Once they found the apex, he played with the bundle of nerves there and dipped inside as if to check the temperature. To my embarrassment, I was inundated.

"Just as I thought; you're more than a little aroused by this. Deep down, you really like this, don't you? You don't need to answer me. Your body is telling me everything I need to know."

Don't you just hate when your body chooses the wrong time to tell the truth? Hello, earth? You can swallow me now.

"Well then, I just have to show you how you should be dealt with - not only for eavesdropping, but also for lying about it."

There was no time for protest as the robe was pulled off of my body forcefully. It felt like my skin was on fire. He spun me around to face the wall, pulling my arms behind me. He leaned on my shoulders to keep me pinned to the wall. My logical mind told me I should have been crying by now, but I couldn't. I was in a fog of sensations and not really sure what was going on. His fingers found my core again and he continued his ministrations. With each sweep of my moist folds, I found myself shuddering under his touch, almost arching into him for more attention. My breath was coming quicker and there were beads of perspiration around my mouth. He was withdrew his fingers only to provide the evidence of his discovery.

"Yes my naughty, naughty girl. You were being bratty just so that you could get my attention. Well, now you have it -all of it. You should have known that it was a loss for you the second I saw you standing there like a deer caught in the headlights."

"I am so sorry. You don't have to do this. You're right; I should not have been listening. We don't have to go any further with this." I responded with bated breath.

"Too late, Isabella, way too fucking late," he whispered into my ear with heated breath along my neck. "Don't you move! Did you hear me?"

"Y-yes..."

What the hell am I doing?

With one strong pull, my underwear was ripped off of me. I was sure that was going to leave some kind of mark. I couldn't see what he was doing but I heard the buckle of his belt being pulled loose from the waist of his denim jeans. There was a roughness there that reached a part of me that I did not want to acknowledge. Then there was hard snap of the belt on my ass.

"Yeow! Shit! I am sorry! Please don't do this to me."

He was at my ear again. The heat rolling over his body was palpable. The temperature from his body was even more intense than the heat coming from my behind.

"Don't beg. I have told you before, you are mine. Don't ever forget this. "

Just as soon as he stepped away from me there was another snap landing just a little higher than the first. By the time the third one found its mark, I was shaking uncontrollably and was starting to blubber.

"Please… don't…"

"You color so well. I didn't notice that the first time. I think I am going to enjoy this even more than I previously thought."

You know that you can run…

He was standing there admiring his handiwork on my flesh. Mortification was killing me and I think he knew it too. From the stillness came my moment of clarity as if a whisper.

Run

As my thought became more pronounced, I ran up the stairs full force, heading to the bathroom, and locked the door behind me. I was scared, confused, embarrassed, hypersensitive, and extremely turned on.

This should not be happening. Not here, not now.

A/N: Darkward strikes. Let me know what you think. Thanks for reading.