All participants in the story are over the age of 18. This is intended for those who like BDSM stories centered around DDlg. This is NOT a tale of incest!
**This story is told using alternating perspectives. This first chapter is told from Gideon's perspective. To help with any confusion chapters told in Gideon's perspective will be named Saving Her. While chapters told in Lilah's perspective will be called Saved By Him. To give you guys a juicy storyline the first two chapters are non-erotic. From the third chapter and on will be erotic.
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I don't know why I decided to go to this new rave club, instead of my usual BDSM night club. The reason will never matter anymore after finding her. I went with no intention of a hookup or finding a submissive, but rather just wanting to enjoy a different atmosphere.
I saw her for the first time standing with her friends. I took a deep breath in as I studied her body and movements. She was short and curvy and had an hourglass figure. Her movements were sporadic yet elegant as she jumped to the beats of the music. With each jump, I could see her rounded behind bounce under the soft fabric of her skirt.
I enjoyed the music and watched from afar, I could tell she was younger than me. I was 28 and she was in her early 20s. I knew she was at least 21 or older because she bared no x on her hands. An x on the hands would be there if she wasn't allowed to drink.
She was accompanied by two friends, both pretty, but my eyes were focused on her. Men would approach her and she would oblige them with a short dance before leaving them to rejoin her friends. She kept this up but then she started to wonder to the bar.
Hmm, what kind of drink does she like? I asked myself.
I pegged her for a fruity drink girl, but to my surprise, she ordered two vodka shots. I watched her throw them both back with ease and was impressed. Over the next hour, I tallied a total of five vodka shots, and her body was beginning to show the effects of it.
Either she didn't care or didn't notice, but more men were coming up behind her and dancing with her. She closed her eyes feeling the beat of the music, and let the poison in her body wash over her. Her friends were diligent at getting the dancers off eventually.
I admired her friends and her for that. I could tell even though she was intoxicated that she was still trying to maintain an innocence. Her friends obviously knew how she felt on the matter, which made me wonder if she was in a relationship.
The dance floor was becoming more crowded, and her friends became distracted with potential one night stands. I watched more closely now feeling almost the need to keep my eye on her and protect her.
I wouldn't approach her though, I needed a certain woman in my life that could handle my fantasies and control. The more time passed the more independent woman became, and while that was empowering nothing seemed sexier to me than completely caring for a woman.
As I sipped on my cold beer I looked down to find I could no longer see her. I strained my eyes leaning over the top railing that overlooked the dance floor. There in a crowd of boys, I saw her, they were groping her taking advance of her absence of mind.
My blood boiled and I immediately slammed my drink down. When I got through the crowd of sweating jumping bodies I pushed through the boys and grabbed her arm rather hard pulling her out.
I could feel her tugging back fighting me, but I was stronger than she was. When I got her out of the crowd of people I let go of her arm and looked down at her.
"Are you ok?"
My voice was calm and soft, but my eyes were stern and searched her face for a response.
She nodded her head yes looking up at me.
"thank you..."
She hesitated for a minute but I remained silent to allow her the opportunity to keep talking.
"I didn't know how to get out."
My eyes became softer as I realized she was scared and had probably thought it was one of them pulling her away.
"Come on I'll get you a water."
