As always: DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fanfiction using characters from the Twilight world, which is trademarked by Stephenie Meyer. I do not claim ownership of the characters or the world that I'm playing with. This is a work of my twisted imagination and is not purported or believed to be part of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight canon. This story is for entertainment purposes only. I am not profiting financially from the creation or publication of this story or any of the others that I post.
Warning! Rated M for Mature Content. 18 and older only, please!
This is not a drill! ADULTS ONLY!
This is my very first shot at BDSM. I've read it and barely dabbled in it so I'm not sure I can do it justice at all but I thought I'd try something. If you don't like it, please don't be too rude or critical. It's just me trying to broaden my writing skills.
Contains graphic sexual situations, spankings, voyeurism, name-calling, swearing, and violence. Reader discretion is advised.
Also: Fuck imprinting. This is a Twilight AU (that means Alternate Universe) and thatmeans I can play how I want with characters I do not own. If you don't like the pairing, the scenes, the plot, the speak, the anything...Kindly stop reading and go on your merry way. :-) (Psst: For real. This won't be for everyone. Be kind, or kindly read something else.)
He told me that he liked it when I walk around on my hands and knees like a dog.
Like the bitch that I am. His bitch.
Every day that he came home from patrol on the days we played, he preferred that dinner be cooked and ready for him on the table while I sat back on my heels on the floor. The leather red, sparkly collar he'd chosen for me is wrapped around my neck and the matching leash hooked to the small silver clasp, draped over the chair at the head of the table. My hair is cascaded down my back loosely in dark brown waves, the ends tickling my ass cheeks. The wood floor was cool under my toes and knees, though uncomfortable but I am used to it now. Goosebumps form on my arms and thighs as I think of what's in store for tonight and my nipples pull taut as the images of nights passed run through my mind's eye. My lower lips are already slick with arousal and I'm anxious.
I waited for him everyday like this. Naked as the day I was born, every part of me on display for his wandering eyes…
Anyone's wandering eyes.
Not only was Sam Uley my Dom, he was also voyeuristic. He loved to show off what others could never have.
The door opened and my breath caught in my throat in anticipation of my man coming home to fuck me into submission.