Dominating Secrets [BDSM]DISCONTINUED

CHAPT3R S3V3NT33N

This chapter took me really long to write. Please. Comment. And vote. I really appreciate it. I hope you like it, it took me a while. :)

I'm not sure if Matt is mad at me , but he's locked himself in his office. I think it has to do with what we did in the playroom. So I wanted to please him and I did, I tested my limit. He looked at me like I've never seen before. It was warm and kind, loving almost. But what did I do. I mean it makes no sense. He thinks he's the only one hurting. He didn't ask once if I was okay with the hand cuffs. I didn't like them. Maybe because I feel the police should of stopped my dad and me being in hand cuffs makes me feel like it was my fault and. Besides he tells me nothing about His personal life but I half to tell him. Ugh... I put away those thoughts and knocked on his door.

" come in" he command. I slowly enter cautiously closing the door behind me.

" hi "I breathe.

" what do you want?" he doesn't look up from his laptop. He must be busy.

" you look busy I'll come back."

"What do you want Ashley?" he says more annoyed than the first time.I know he doesn't like to repeat himself.

"I would like to go clubbing with Paul... for his birthday" he glances up with the same blank expression.

"No" he says simply looking back down

" but I-"

" the answer is no"

"why?" This isn't fair. He sighs, shuts his laptop and stands, coming around he leans against the edge of the desk. He crosses his arms tightly over his chest.

" why do people go to clubs?" He says simply.

"to have fun" I shrug.

"wrong. Try again"

"To dance" it sounds more like a question.

"And?"

"To drink"

"Good. Now what does drinking lead to?"

I sigh "getting drunk"

"and what does that lead to?"

"dancing"

"dancing while being intoxicated. Now what does that lead to?"

"Um..."

" some fucker touching you inappropriately. Next thing you know you wake up in his bed. So no you cannot go. There's your explanation" for some reason I want to cry. I return to the door reaching for the handle.

"Ashley" he calls after me. I turn to look around at him "don't disturb me again" he says acidly. I frown closing the door behind me. I practically sprint to my room. why is he like that? He's so mean sometimes. If he doesn't want me to disturb him, in other words see him, then I won't come out my room. I go to the window curling up in the seat. its raining and the drops remind me of the time my dad came to my room its a sad disturbing memory but I can't stop them from coming to me. Outside was just as muggy and I feel the same... worthless.

The door creaks open and I hug the sheets tighter around my body.

"Baby cakes" he calls after me. He tries to sound sweet but I know what he wants. I cover my mouth with my hands. Please. Please Go away! His footstep ring loud and clear on the old wooden floor. Each step sparks more fear in me and I grasp my mouth tighter. Please don't think I'm here! He comes around the side of my bed and a leering smile stretches across his face.

"Were you trying to hide from me" he shakes his finger chucking softly.

" daddy please" I whimper.