Saving Her

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!

** As previously stated all chapters in Gideon's perspective are titled Saving Her, and all perspectives in Lilah's perspective are titled Saved By Him. Administrators told me I needed to keep the same title. So I will put a title before the beginning of the story.

***Also this chapter is the longest I've ever written on here, so I hope you enjoy the long read. Stay tuned for chapter three for the long-awaited erotic scene!

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SAVED BY HIM:

I awoke the next morning in my bed, I couldn't remember last night entirely or how I had got there. I could remember the passionate kiss I had shared with Gideon though. Closing my eyes I groaned into my pillow, the throbbing I felt in my head was unbearable. As I laid there gathering my thoughts I replayed the scene in my head.

He had been so sexy and refined and controlled. I let his name roll off my lips as I saying it out loud.

"Gideon."

Even though my head was throbbing I could feel the spot between my legs become damp. I needed to feel release, but before I could even touch myself my phone went off. I picked up the phone bringing the small screen to life.

"Good morning beautiful, how are you feeling?"

I smiled after reading the message, looking at the contact name it was Gideon. My phone began to beep signaling a low battery, it hadn't been plugged in all night. I frantically got up searching for my charger, when I finally found it I plugged it in typing him a response.

"I feel horrible :("

Setting my phone down I started to undress. I was still in last night's clothes and definitely needed a shower. My girlfriends had made sure I had gotten home, but they didn't bother to undress me.

My phone beeped again and I quickly picked it up reading the message.

"Let me take you out for brunch, you'll feel better after eating."

I didn't hesitate with an answer and sent him a text accepting his offer and my address.

"What time do you want me to pick you up beautiful?"

Even over the phone, he made me blush uncontrollably.

"Give me an hour and a half to recover and get ready :)."

I didn't get an instant reply after that, so I let my phone charge in my bedroom while I showered in the bathroom. The hot water massaged my aching body. It felt so good I stood there frozen for a few minutes, before finally forcing myself to wash my hair and body.

Back in my room, I dried off checking my phone which had no new messages. I normally didn't indulge in really long showers, but the warmth healed my aching body enough to the point I would be ok out in the real world.

If he was a man of his word, which I was positive he was, I had an hour left before he arrived. I wanted to impress him, but I also still felt my hangover throbbing in the back of my head.

I searched my closet and settled on a summer dress. It was my favorite color teal, and since it was cotton it was super comfortable against my skin.

A flawlessly simple outfit, I applied a little makeup. I didn't do all of it like I had the previous night, but rather just applied my foundation, mascara, and a light pink lip gloss.

My phone went off and I grabbed it reading the message.

"Almost there."

I didn't bother with a reply, I still needed to do something with my hair. Since It air dried it had become frizzy, so I brushed it down watching as it laid flat against my face. My hair was straight and usually, I would curl it, but I didn't have time this morning.

KNOCK KNOCK

I slipped on a pair of black strappy flip flops and opened the door. Instantly I felt my cheeks grow hot, he had brought me flowers.

"Thank you so much, you didn't have to."

"Yes I did"

Even his voice was perfect, I wanted to study his body but ALSO knew I wanted to do it discreetly. Now that I was sober I was fully aware I didn't want to appear clingy. In past relationships, men came to feel trapped.

I was never controlling, but I needed constant reassurance of their love for me to be satisfied. I made a plan to wait until we were in the car.

"Let me go put these up and I'll be right back."

He nodded, and I quickly went inside placing them in a vase of water. When I came back out he was leaning against the stair railing and I couldn't help but draw in a breath as I took him in.

I could smell his cologne and it was intoxicating, I wanted a repeat of our kiss. Would I still feel the same fire even though I was sober?

As much as I wanted to test my body, I also wanted to take things slow. It was the whole reason I wasn't paying attention to the boys last night. I had recently left a verbally abusive relationship and the thought of mingling with men didn't appeal to me.

My clingy nature of needing constant reassurance had gave him control over me. Then I would give into his pleading and begging thinking it was my fault he lashed out.

This thinking only resulted in an infinite loop of him abusing me, and me apologizing for it. If it weren't for my best friend moving near me, I would have never had the courage to leave him on my own.

I couldn't help myself with Gideon though, something about him pulled me to him. I felt his strong hand at the small of my back as he guided me down the steps. I lived on the top floor of an apartment, while it was small I was proud that over the past couple months I was able to become independent.

I felt secure knowing my ex-had no financial control over me anymore, but I still felt controlled by his words. When we came to a stop I realized we were standing in front of a black Porsche.

"Is this your car?" I asked looking over at him for a reaction

"Yes," he replied nonchalantly

He opened my door and I slid into the seat.

When he got in the driver seat I took the opportunity to speak out.

"I never learned last night what you do for a living."

He smiled at me then started the car slowly pulling out.

"I own my own company."

He said it like he was wasn't impressed, but I was impressed.

"What kind of company?"

As he merged onto a road I took the opportunity to study his body. He had broad shoulders, brown eyes, and short black hair. His hair was short enough to be manageable but long enough that I knew I could run my finger through it.

I could tell he worked out, and the white button up shirt he chose to wear hugged his muscles well. The shirt wasn't too tight, but tight enough that when he moved I could see his muscles flex underneath.

"I own a line of hotel industries." He answered in response to my question.

"Wow, you're obviously very good at it," I replied immediately waving my hand around the car.

He let out a deep chuckle.

"Yes but I want to know about you, Lilah." "I never learned what you do."

I paused then replied,

"Currently I'm just a waitress, but I want to learn sign language and teach it to kids."

He seemed taken back by my answer, not in a bad way but in a curious way.

"What made you want to do that."

A painful memory of my ex then flooded my mind as I recalled why I wanted to do it.

"No one should feel trapped without communication."

I felt his eyes on me as we came to a stop light, but I didn't want him to see my face.

"Do you feel trapped Lilah?"

"Not anymore"

I could tell he was still processing my answer, but I wanted to change the subject.

"Where are you taking me?"

"It's a surprise"

I let out a playful sigh

"pleaaseee tell me..."

"Sorry sweetheart that's not happening."

He called me such sweet names but they just seemed so natural. It almost made me feel giddy whenever he would call me a name.

I wanted to see if his willpower was as strong as last nights. I leaned over in my seat still buckled and placed a soft tender kiss on his neck. Immediately I felt his jaw clench and smiled to myself.

"Please, will you tell me?"

"No" he calmly replied

I was hoping for that answer, his voice was calm but his entire body was tensing up now. I kissed his neck softly again but this time I gently sucked it into my mouth. My urge for him was too strong, and I let myself give in.

I immediately felt his strong arms around me. I didn't even realize he had pulled the car over and had unbuckled me. A moan escaped my mouth before I felt his lips cover mine.

He bit my bottom lip sucking on it, then I teased his tongue with my own using soft flicks. My hands were in his hair and our bodies were in sync as we melted into each other.

His hunger was rooted deep and I could literally feel how much he wanted me. I felt it in the way he kissed me, and I felt it in the way he hardened between my legs. He once again managed to pull himself away.

"Not here baby."

His control impressed me, I knew I could get to him for a few seconds but he was very much in control. Something about that turned me on, and all I wanted to do was see how crazy I could make him. I was sure though sober or not I felt a strong desire when with him.

"Let's eat and talk first, then if you still want to I promise I won't deny you ok?"

He was genuine and I knew he wanted more than just my body, which only made me wetter. I had never felt so out of control of my body and it be a good thing. With my ex, I felt trapped and obviously didn't have control, but with him, I felt helpless but at the same time safe.

I nodded my head biting my lip thinking about what he said last, "I won't deny you." I settled back into my seat buckling up, and he rested his hand on my knee.

He didn't try to move his hand up or rub my skin like I wanted, instead he just rested it there like it naturally belonged there. When we finally arrived at the location I looked up to read the sign that said THE SOCIAL HOUSE.

"I've never heard of this place."

He placed his hand on the small of my back guiding me along side of him.

"Most people haven't, it's a really good brunch restaurant."

"It's so cute," I said smiling at him.

I couldn't help but let my excitement out with a small jump.

He laughed and pulled me against him.

"Yes, I guess it is."

I couldn't help but feel like butter in his arms, but before I could kiss him again he spun me back around. He was once again guiding me with his hand at the small of my back.

We were instantly greeted with the pleasant smell of coffee. Until that moment I hadn't realized how hungry I was. The waitress seated us at a quiet booth in the back.

As I looked over the menu everything looked so good and I couldn't decide.

"Will you order for me?"

I looked over at him waiting for a response. He didn't seem to mind the request but he still asked why.

"Because everything just looks so good, and I don't know which one to choose."

Again he smiled at me softly and nodded his head yes in response. When the waitress came he ordered me cornflake crusted French toast with bananas and ordered himself steak and eggs. I was pleasantly pleased with his order for me.

We began talking about what I remembered from the previous night.

"You intrigue me, Lilah," he said finally after our food arrived.

His voice was soft and calm, but it caught me off guard as I took a bite savoring the soft bananas and crunchy French toast.

"Really... how so?"

"It's hard to explain."

I was confused and I could see my look of confusion humored him.

"Can you try to explain?"

He took a small but deep breath as he finished chewing a bite of his steak.

"I require a certain woman Lilah, and I can't decide yet if you can handle me."

His answer both scared and intrigued me. I kept taking small bites of my French toast but was hanging onto his every word.

"What kind of woman do you need?"

"A woman that needs me entirely."

I studied his words but was still confused, I pushed my plate to the side. I leaned on the table to get closer to him.

"Doesn't everyone want someone that needs them?"

"Yes but not in the way I want someone to need me."

He finished his bite before pushing his plate aside. As he placed his hand on my face I closed my eyes enjoying his soft warm touch.

"I need a woman that can submit herself physically and emotionally to me."

My eyes shot open but I remained still for some unknown reason, everything in me was screaming to be careful. I couldn't deal with any more abuse than I had already experienced.

I don't know what caused me to speak and say something, but I seemed to want to tell him everything.

"I've been abused before and controlled, I can't do that again."

He remained silent but began to stroke my cheek with his thumb. I took a deep breath in and continued.

"My ex-boyfriend was verbally abusive toward me and controlled what I did." "I just recently was able to financially get away from him, but his words still haunt me."

I was holding back tears, and I wasn't sure why I was telling this man my story.

"Even before him though I always felt controlled in past relationships." "I have been told I am clingy and that either resulted in them running away, or taking advantage of me."

I saw him stand up then felt him slide next to me.

"I wouldn't control you like that, and I definitely wouldn't hurt or take advantage of you."

"How would you control me?" I managed to ask behind restrained tears

"One I wouldn't control you, I would take care of you, but that's beside the point."

"Two I don't find the trait clingy unappealing, on the contrary, I very much need it in my life."

He studied my face for a minute.

"Come on beautiful let's get out of here."

He placed some money on the table and escorted me out. The drive wasn't long and he pulled into a park. Parking the car he turned in his seat facing me.

"Lilah are you aware of what a dominant and submissive relationship in BDSM is?"

I shifted in my seat so I could meet his gaze.

"Are you talking about the people that use bondage, spanking, humiliation, and the submissive calls the guy, Sir?"

My mind was full of fear and my body was starting to show it. My hands started to tremble and Gideon wrapped his hands in mine holding them. He smiled though I didn't know why.

"Yes some do that, but not me."

"What do you do then?"

"I'm referred to as a Daddy dom in the BDSM community." "Every Daddy dom and little relationship is different, but what I want is to take care of you, nurture you and guide you."

"I don't know if I'm that kind of girl."

He let his fingers lightly glide down my face and arm.

"I see characteristics in you, Lilah." "Will you give me two nights to prove you belong with me?"

"Why two nights?"

"Well, tonight I want you to rest and read some things I'll send you." "Then tomorrow I want you to come somewhere with me."

"What happens if I still decide I'm not the girl for you?"

He scooted closer and his lips stopped right in front of mine. I could feel his breath on mine and felt goosebumps go down my neck.

"Then I will let you go."

I don't know why but when he said he would let me go I felt my heartstrings tug. I wanted to be the girl for him, but I didn't know if I could, or if I was ready for that.

"Ok two nights."

He smiled and pulled away from me. I wanted to kiss him, but I had learned that he had a deep control over himself. My control, however, wasn't as strong, and I knew if I tried to kiss him and was successful I would become irritably horny.

"Where are we going next?" I asked as he started to pull away

"Well, I'm taking you home so you can rest."

I was sad that he would be leaving me, but I also knew going back to bed sounded really good. When we arrived at my apartment Gideon walked me to my door and gave me a single kiss on the cheek. I longed for more but I also didn't want to rush into something I knew nothing of.

"Gideon will I hear from you tonight."

I cursed at myself in my mind, I was already being clingy.

He pulled me in for a hug.

"Yes, of course, look forward to it."

"What's that.."

I began to ask but he cut me off placing a small kiss on my lips.

I instantly wanted to deepen the kiss, but he pulled away before I could even try.

"I'll talk to you later beautiful."

I smiled again loving how he called me sweet names, then let myself in my apartment. I stripped my clothes off laying on my bed in my underwear, it didn't take me long to fall asleep.

I woke up to the sound of knocking at my door. Quickly throwing my robe on I ran to the door, there on my doorstep was a wrapped box with a big red bow on it.

Taking it inside I placed it on my dining table, there was a card. I opened it reading the impressive handwritten note.

Here you go beautiful, something to make you smile.

-Gideon

I put the card down and unwrapped the box in it I saw an array of snacks, a stuffed animal, and some aspirin. He was right, it had made me smile. A man I barely knew had gone through so much trouble just to make me smile.

I skimmed over the snacks and saw a bag of gummy bears, jumping with excitement I pened it eating one immediately.

Then I heard another knock at my door, was he here this time?

This time I saw a smaller box wrapped in the same paper on my doorstep. I once again brought it inside. There was a neatly sealed envelope on top of some white tissue paper. I opened the envelope and pulled out the note.

I have sent you some links to read for homework, so check your phone. But to prepare for tomorrow night be ready for me at noon. I will pick you up then, wear something comfortable.

P.s. hope you're feeling better beautiful

-Gideon

I could feel my flushed cheeks, when I pulled back the tissue paper I saw a single red rose. His gifts were so simple, yet thoughtful. I couldn't wait to see what he had in store for tomorrow night.

Remembering his letter I went to my room and brought my phone to life. 10 new messages all from Gideon. Every message was a link, nothing more nothing less. He really wanted to make sure I read and researched whatever he thought he saw in me.

I gathered some snacks and made myself some coffee before sitting down with my phone.

Then proceeded to go through each link carefully, every now straying off to research something I was confused about that was said in an article. By the time I got to the 6th link I was feeling more comfortable with what a Daddy dom and little relationship was.

I could see how my clinginess was a desired trait for a Daddy Dom. I also couldn't help but notice all the Disney accents I had used to decorate my small one bedroom apartment. I was always happy when I embraced my childishness, it was freeing. It was the main reason I had chosen to work with kids, they never seemed to judge the weird things I liked or did.

I still had reserves though and the complete submission frightened me, especially since my ex took so much control away from me. However, I was now aware of how different the relationship was compared to a typical dom and sub dynamic.

During my research, I also learned about the way Daddy doms would treat their Lil's. Besides caring for them, they would also over spoil them, call them pet names and of course satisfy them sexually. They embraced their submissive's childlike needs and even found pleasure in it.

They were the protectors and guides that a lot of submissives lacked growing up. I finished reading all the links and then settled back into bed.

When I awoke the next morning I felt better, my hangover was gone, but I still had work that night to deal with. I wasn't about to go to work though, I needed to know what Gideon had to show me. If it didn't work out I would always go back to work the next day.

I checked my phone and saw a message from Gideon.