[Disclaimer] Everything Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer

[A/N] I want to thank all of you for supporting my attempt at writing a BDSM themed story. Your love for my work means everything to me. Without you I wouldn't be here. This is the last chapter for TD. It doesn't have to be a goodbye forever though...


My fingertips circle around the metal of my collar before I take a last glimpse in the mirror. Lovely, I think. She's going to be pleased to see me like this. The dress she has bought for me is gorgeous. It's a one-shouldered purple-colored silk dream that shows just enough of my thighs to be considered sexy and not cheap.

Bella is all in black lace. She's breathtaking. I swallow when my eyes wander over the paleness of her full cleavage. The skin looks like soft velvet. I want to stand up on my toes and press my face into this warmth. Unfortunately we don't have time for this.

During our ride to the reception, I wait for her to give me instructions. They don't come. Instead she takes my hand and lifts it to her lips.

"I'm sorry. This is going to be awkward."

"I like weddings." I tell her. "Maybe it's going to be fun."

She shakes her head and parks the car. The moment I step out, her arm is already around my waist. It's like she's desperate to keep me close to her today.

The ceremony is short and sweet. I sit between Bella and her father on the bench and stare down at the pink rose-petals that cover the ground of the little church. Finally everything is over. Sue hugs her daughter and her new son-in-law. He's crying.

"Congratulations, Sam." Bella tells him before she leans forward to plant a kiss on his wet cheek. "I hope you'll be happy."

I can hear Leah click her tongue when her eyes met mine. Again and again she looks down at the collar around my neck and something like pure disgust reflects upon them.

She knows. She knows what I am and she doesn't like it one tiny bit.

Charlie hands me a glass of champagne and I take a hesitant sip from the crisp liquid. Maybe I shouldn't have worn the collar to this occasion. But the thing is I want to. I take pride in knowing that my mistress has found me worthy to wear her collar.

The alcohol makes me a bit dizzy and I'm glad when Bella suggests that we could go outside for a moment to catch some fresh air.

"Leah knows, doesn't she?" I whisper, leaning back against a cold wall. "She stared at my collar."

"Yep, she knows." Bella hisses through her teeth. "Jessica told her. Now, my stepsister thinks I'm some kind of pervert who gets off on torturing others."

"But that's wrong. It's not like that between you and I."

She chuckles bitterly and pulls me closer to her. Her lips are warm against my head when she kisses it gently.

"You brought your slave here? Don't you have any respect?" Leah snarls at Bella when she joins us a few moments later. Her face is red. She's furious. "Did you bring a whip with you as well? God, Bella, you are so sick. Please, get some help."

"Alice, we're leaving." Bella says in a cold voice. "We shouldn't have come in the first place."

I nod my head and try not to stumble over my feet when Bella pulls me after her in the direction of the parking lot. Leah's heels click on the asphalt. Why the hell is she following us?

"Wait! She's not forcing you to go with her, is she?"

God, damn it, this woman knows shit. She makes Bella feel bad about who she is and I can't have that.

"No one is forcing me to do anything." I tell Leah. "I'm the one who is making the choice. If I choose to let her take control over me it's my decision."

"I know what she does! Jessica told me that she used a cane on her. A fucking cane! That's sick."

"Alice, get inside the car. We're done talking here."

I do as she tells me and sit down. My knees are trembling. I'm close to tears.

"Don't cry." Bella says. "If you cry now I will turn the car around and rip Leah's face off. That would upset my father, so please just don't cry."

I take a few deep breaths. Bella squeezes my hand so tightly that my knuckles hurt. The pain helps me to calm down somehow. After a while I feel a bit relieved.

"You didn't have to do this." she whispers, killing off the engine in front of her house. Our house, I force myself to add in my head. She wants me to think of this as my home too.

"I wanted to." I mumble. "I'm not ashamed of what we are."

"I don't know exactly what we are. With you everything is more complicated."

We enter the house and I kick off my heels. My feet are killing me. I sit down at the stairs and rub my ankle.

"I'm sorry for making your life complicated." I tell her. "I never meant to."

"I know, Alice." Bella states as she kneels down in front of me. She takes my left foot between her hands and starts massaging it. Oh yes, this is good.

"Why did Jessica tell your stepsister she was your sub?"

Bella sighs and clears her throat before she speaks up again. "It's complicated. Jessica was not only my sub. She was my girlfriend too."

"I already know that. It still doesn't make sense to me."

"She cheated on me with some guy she had met in a club. I caught them together in her car."

"Oh my god, that's horrible. Is that why you broke up with each other?"

"There is more," she whispers hesitantly. "Do you want to hear the rest too?"

I nod my head and try to force my lips into an encouraging smile. I want her to feel like she can tell me everything. Her trust is important to me.

"She didn't know I was there. I mean, I was like frozen somehow and so I just stood there and watched them."

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry this happened to you."

"You should be sorry for Jessica." Bella whispers after a short break. "I acted as if nothing had happened. During our next weekend together I…I caned her. I was so furious. I could…I could have killed her."

I swallow hard. This is bad. I understand her anger, the feeling of disappointment and betrayal. Still, the fact that she took out her aggression on her girlfriend in the playroom, that's something that scares me. I don't know what to tell her and for a few minutes the silence between us is worse than any kind of physical torture.

"See? I'm a monster. I liked hurting her. I enjoyed how she screamed each time I hit her bare flesh with the cane."

"Enough." I croak. "I don't want to hear any more of this."

"Are you going to leave me now? I could understand if you would."

"I won't. Bella, I love you. What you did to Jessica was wrong, very wrong but this has nothing to do with us."

"It has," she tells me, her voice almost lifeless now. "Love makes me weak. It makes one lose control."

She turns around and walks off. I can hear her un-locking the door of the dungeon. It takes me forever until I manage to compose myself enough to stand up and follow her.

"Mistress?" I whisper, instantly falling down on my knees in front of her as soon as I enter the room.

"You sure, you still want me as your Mistress?" she asks while her fingers circle around my collar. Please, don't take it off again, I think.

"More than anything, Mistress, I love you."

"I love you. I never loved anyone as much as I love you. It scares me how much you mean to me."


She pulls me up and makes me sit down next to her on the bed. "I don't want a repeat of what happened with Jess."

"I'd never cheat on you. I don't wish to be with anyone but you."

Her mouth twitches. "That's what you're saying now. But I'm your first Domme. One day you'll start wondering how it would be like to submit to someone else."

"Why would I do that? You give me everything I need. Before I met you, I always felt like there was something wrong with me. You're my answer to all the questions I ever had: Who I am, what I need and what I want."

"You're mine," she says. "That's what you are. I'm nothing though without you. Oh Alice, I need you so much."

I close my eyes when she wraps her arms tight around my waist. "I thought you'd leave once I tell you the full story about Jess."

"I won't." I assure her. "But you can never use a cane on me in anger. It's a hard limit."

"I swear. Anything else you want to add to your checklist? We can always discuss it."

"I want you to start having faith in us. We belong together. You and I are two sides of the same fantasy."

She cups my face between her hands and kisses my mouth. Her tongue demands entrance between my lips and I part them with a low moan.

Her phone starts ringing and doesn't stop no matter how much we try to ignore it.

"That's Charlie. I have to take that call or he's going to show up here."

"I'd like to see his reaction to this room. It might be interesting."

"It gave him a heart attack." Bella murmurs, before she stands up to grab the phone.

"Dad? No, I'm not fighting with Leah. Why are you doing to this to me? She's not even my real sister. Yes, fine I'm coming back if it makes you happy. Bye, Cha- Dad."

She hands up and rubs her temples as if she's trying to fight off a migraine attack.

"He wants me to come back. I don't know why I let him talk to me like that."

"Maybe because you care about how he thinks about you."

"Maybe. Look I'll just go there and force a piece of this ridiculous wedding cake down. You can stay here. There is no need for you to spend any more time under my bitchy stepsister's glare."

"I don't mind. I want to come with you. I like cake."

"We can share some then. Let's go. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave again."

I feel her hands at the clasp of my collar and shrug back.

"No, it stays on. Leah doesn't need to like what we do. The collar proves that I belong to you."

"You do," she whispers, lowering her head to press her lips softly against the crystal on the collar. "Inside and outside of this room,"

Her hand stays around mine when we walk up the stairs again. Maybe what we are is not how love stories are supposed to be like. This is just us and for us what we have is perfect.

"Will you dance with me at the wedding?" I ask her, putting my shoes back on.

"If you let me lead."

"I'll let you lead anytime."

"You're saying that without knowing that I'm the world's worst dancer in history."

"I don't think so. Dancing is easy."

"We'll talk about it later. Hmm, I think I have an idea though. Take off your panties."


"Do it. I won't ask a second time."

I quickly pull up my dress and fumble my silk thong down my legs.

"Wait. I'll be right back."

She storms off to the playroom again and a minute later she's back with a pair of small black plastic balls. I whimper when she squirts a bit of lube on them and commands me to part my thighs so she can push them deep inside me.

"This should make dancing far more challenging for you, my darling. Now, come with me. There's a cake waiting for us."

I follow her, pressing my lips together to suppress a groan when I feel the balls vibrating slightly inside me with every step.

"Feels nice, doesn't it? I want you soaked until the end of the night. You'll be begging me to let you come and maybe if you please me, I shall let you."

"Yes, Mistress," I whisper and in my head I add, I'll please you good. I bet you never let one of your other subs climax on the middle of a dance floor before…