Fandom Category: Twilight
Fic Title: The Submissive
Author: Tara Sue Me
Genre: Romance/Angst/Dark Fic - All Human Characters
Why This Must Be Read: I lurked in the fanfiction community for a very long time. I finally picked up my laptop and started to type when Star Trek caught me and wouldn't let go but before that, there was my Twilight love. I know...I know...don't look at me like that.
Number one - The Submissive is written from the standpoint of the two beloved main characters, being all human. They are also very adult and of age. The story is extremely sexual. There is plenty of heat to go around but what caught me off guard was the author's emotional development of Bella and Edward. This has always been my fascination with the Twilight Saga and its characters. There was so much that could have been done that was not done. In my mind I don't even associate this great work with the movie or book verse. Give it a try. It's not for everyone but some of you will truly enjoy it.
The Submissive - Chapter 1
"Ms. Swan," the receptionist said. "Mr. Cullen will see you now."
I stood, wondered for the twenty-fifth time what I was doing, and went to open the door leading to the office I'd traveled across town to enter. On the other side of that door was my darkest fantasy and by opening the door I'd be doing more than fantasizing, I'd be making it reality.
I was proud of the fact my hands didn't shake as the door opened and I walked through.
Step one – done.
Edward Cullen sat at a large mahogany desk typing on a computer. He didn't look up or slow his strokes. I might as well not even have entered, but I dropped my eyes just in case.
I stood stone still while I waited. Face looking at the floor, hands to my sides, feet spread to the exact width as my shoulders. Had it been ten minutes? Twenty? Outside the sun had set, but the lamp on Edward's desk gave a muted light.
He was still typing.
I counted my breaths, acutely aware of my heart finally slowing from the rocket speed it'd been racing at before I entered this office. Another ten minutes passed.
Or maybe thirty.
He stopped typing.
"Isabella Swan," he said.
I started slightly, but kept my head down.
Step two – done.
I heard him pick up a stack of papers and tap them into a pile. Ridiculous. From what I knew of Edward Cullen, they would have already been in a neat pile. It was another test.
He pushed his chair back, wheels rolling over the hardwoods the only sound in the quiet room. He walked with measured, even steps, and I felt him behind me.
One hand lifted my hair away from my neck and his warm breath tickled my ear. "You have no references."
No, I didn't. Just a crazy fantasy. Should I tell him? No. I should remain silent. My heart beat faster.
"I would have you know," he continued. "I'm not interesting in training a submissive. My subs have always come fully trained."
Crazy. I was crazy to be here. But it was what I wanted. To be under a man's control. No. Not any man. This man's control.
He wrapped my hair around his fist and gave a gentle tug. "Are you sure this is what you want, Isabella?"
My throat was dry and I was fairly certain he could hear my heart beating, but I stood where I was.
He chuckled and returned to his desk.
"Look at me, Isabella."
I'd seen his picture before. Everyone in Chicago knew Edward Cullen, owner and CEO of Mason Industries.
I'm pleased to say that the pictures I'd seen didn't do the man justice. His skin was pale, but not in an unhealthy way, just pale enough to set off the deep green of his eyes and the breathtaking bronze of his hair. Hair that begged you to run your fingers through it. To grab on and pull those lips to your own. And his fingers tapped methodically on his desk. Long, strong fingers. I felt my knees go weak just thinking about what those fingers could do.
I made myself remember where I was. And why.
Across from me, Edward gave the faintest of smiles. Could he read minds?
But he was talking again. "I'm not interested in why you chose to come here or what your background is. If I chose you and you are agreeable to my terms, your past won't matter." He picked up those papers again and ruffled through them. "I know what I need to know from this report."
We stood in silence for several long minutes.
"You have no training," he said. "But you're very good."
I felt my face heat.
"Ah," he said. "The one response you can't hide. I think I rather like it."
Silence again as he stood and walked to the large window behind his desk. It was full dark now and I could see his reflection in the glass. Our eyes met and I looked down.
"And I rather like you, Isabella Swan. Although I don't recall telling you to look away."
I could feel my face grow several degrees hotter as I looked back up.
"Yes, I think a weekend test is in order." He turned from the window and loosened his tie. "You will come to my estate this Friday night at six exactly. We will have dinner and progress from there."
He laid his tie on the couch to his right and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. "I have certain standards my subs must live up to. You are to get at least eight hours of sleep every Sunday through Thursday night. You will eat a balanced diet - I will have a meal plan emailed to you. You will also run one mile, three times a week. Twice a week you will engage in strength and endurance training at my gym. A membership will be created for you starting tomorrow. Do you have any concerns about any of this?"
Another test. I didn't say anything.
He smiled. "You may speak freely."
Finally. I licked my lips. "I'm not the most…coordinated, Mr. Cullen. I'm afraid it's hard for me to walk, much less run."
"You must learn not to let your weakness rule you, Isabella." He walked to his desk and wrote something down. "Three times a week you will also attend yoga classes. They have these at the gym. Anything else?"
I shook my head.
"Very well. I will see you Friday night." He held out some papers to me. "This will have everything you need know."
I took the papers. And waited.
He smiled again. "You are excused."