Dominating Secrets [BDSM]DISCONTINUED

CHAPT3R FOURT33N

The sun beams burn thew the curtains hitting my eyes. I groan stretching out in Matthews bed. Minus one Matthew. Were is he? I climb out of bed sliding on a robe. Its much bigger that mine. It must be his.

I walk to the mirror fixing my mess of hair. Last night was different. He was different. He wasn't cocky or rough. He was the right amount of perfect. It was gentle, sweet, completely Bliss. I know in my heart that I Made love to him yesterday, but did he make love to me? Just because someone is slow and gentle during sex doesn't mean they made love to you... right?

The way he looked at me. It was like he new my pain and wanted to make me feel like the safest person in the world. The way he touched me was like I was the most important thin to him. I was fragile and needed to be safe. I poured everything i felt into him with my body. I want him to know that.

What if he takes it the wrong way? What if I was just a late night fuck? I sigh not knowing what to do or say. Should I tell him I love him? No he wouldn't understand... Maybe he would. I sound crazy. I decide to stuff these questions and get to work. A good submissive makes breakfast, hopefully sir hasn't eaten yet.

I walk down the steps stopping before the kitchen. He's on the phone and he sounds angry. I know that dominating voice, he's used it on me before, but this time it has no sexual tone. He sounds boiling angry.

"No... Well who the fuck took them" he shouts. "That's not important... So you can't do anything about it?" He sighs loudly " fuck it.... Forget it. It doesn't matter now" There's a loud bang and I'm guessing its his phone. I would hate to be on the other end of the conversation.

I walk out into the kitchen. He's pinching the bridge of his nose while the other hand is holding him up against the breakfast island.

"Good morning" my voice is soft and hesitant. This could go both ways. He looks up at me and rolls his eyes. Yup. Its going to go bad .

"Would sir like breakfast?" I try to lift his mood. I know he likes when I call him that.

"No" he snaps. I frown. I didn't do anything to him.

"Is... Is something wrong? Are you okay?"

"I'm fucking peachy" he snorts and shakes Head. Almost like I have some nerve to ask him such a question.

"I just want-"

"What. You want to what? Do want to know why I'm so fucking angry. Pull up a chair this might take a while. But lets start with this." He slaps a news paper down on the island. My fear has risen and I swallow past the lump in my throat. I take a couple of steps forward and I grab the paper up. On the front cover is a picture of him... Kissing me! Titled looks like Mr. billionaire has been snatched up! This was at the dinner. How is this my fault?

"I'm sorry..." I whisper starring at the ground.

"You think I give a fuck about the picture? Its the people who are going to see this I give a fuck about" he snaps

"But I told you they were-"

"Did I ask you to speak?" He snaps. My heart sinks. Why is he doing this?

" no sir" I whisper. He wipes his face sighing loudly. He doesn't want to be seen with me. Yet he takes me out to a public event filled with paparazzi. There's a chill that runs up my spine. I haven't gotten that in a long time. Maybe he's having a bad day. That still doesn't give him the right to talk to me like that. The doorbell rings putting me out of the misery of standing here.

"Look I'll get the damn door. Don't you half to get ready for work?" I nod.

"A verbal response Ashley" he growls.

"Yes sir" I mutter

"Go get dressed then. I have no idea why your still standing here?" I step back and turn fast dashing up the stairs into my room.

So much for telling him I love him. Its to soon. Way to soon to know that. Maybe I should stay at my place. I haven't been there in a while and it looks like he needs the space.

Why was he so mean the me though? I just don't understand. Who doesn't he want to see that picture?

I dress quick deciding on my black work skirt instead of pants. I never liked them before. they were to sexy but there fine now.

I bolt down stairs and stop when I nearly bump into a women. She's in her fifties or so. She has brown fading hair that's being replaced by grey. She's a bit shorter than me. Who is she? She smiles and it hits me like a freight train. Its his mom! That's were he gets his dazzling smile. I warm to her immediately.

"Sorry I didn't mean to-"

"That's alright dear. I've been in your shoes to many times before to complain" her voice is sweet. I smile at her.

"It was really nice meeting you"

"Actually your the one I wanted to meet"

"Me?" Why me?

"Yes you. I saw your face in the paper. Well if I'm completely honest I saw a piece of it. My son was to busy sucking your lips off."

I blush the color of her pick shear scarf "oh..." What do I say to that.

"I didn't mean to embarrass you dear."

"No its okay. I'm sorry I wish I could stay longer but I'm late for work" she nods and I head for the door.

"He loves you. You know" I stop and look at her.

"N-no... He doesn't he was just...."

"sexually heated. So were you, but my son is a stubborn man who thinks he's undeserving of love. He may not say he loves you. But by the way he's kissing you and holding you. You know he does, because... Looking at you right now tells me you love him to."

"I wish that were true. I wish he loved me the same way I love him"

"I may be old but I do know what love is."

"Mom! You haven't gotten lost have you" he walks into the foyer and stops when he see's me.

"So you weren't going to introduce me to your girlfriend"

"Well by the looks of it. You two have already met" he says tight lipped. she has her back turned to him still facing me.

"She's very beautiful" she says gazing at me. I blush starring down at my feet.

"That she is. Please come inside your tea will get cold" he has an annoyed tone. But I don't think its with his mother. I bite my lip trying not to frown.

"Of course dear. It was nice meeting you Ashley. I'm having a family dinner on Saturday . I would love for you to attend"

I look at her ,then at Matthew. I would love to meet his family. He shakes his head telling me no. I honestly want to cry.

"I'm sorry but I half to work." It breaks my heart to lie to her.

"I understand. Darling aren't you taking her to work?" She turns to him.

"She has a car. And your here."

"And I'll be here when you get back. Now shoo take your girlfriend to work" she smirks

"Yes ma'am" he grins leaning down to kiss her cheek. That's the first person I've seen give him orders. Its a mothers gift I guess. You can tell he loves his mother very much. Is she the reason he didn't want that picture to be seen? He didn't want his family to know? To some extent that makes some kind of sense. He doesn't need the outside world including his family to know about his BDSM lifestyle.

He leads me out grabbing his keys heading for the car. Once inside he pulls off not saying a word to me. I'm thankful my job isn't to far. Ive been tortured enough this morning. My thoughts are still on his mother. His mother is so kind and warm. How could he turn out so... Him?