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."
