Submit to Me

24 - Aaron *

This morning was full of surprises.

My first surprise was waking up to an empty bed with a cup of hot coffee sitting on the nightstand for me. Shocker? Yes. Sloane's never made me coffee in the mornings on the nights she's stayed over.

The second surprise was her making breakfast for me. Another first—she's never cooked me anything. And she blamed that on her deceased husband. Apparently, he told her she needed to go to school to learn how to cook.

What an asshole. What did Sloane ever see in this guy, anyway?

Nevermind. I already know the answer. She hoped that staying with him would get me off her mind.

The third surprise was her entering the shower with me. I know some women are shy about showering with their partner because of body image issues, even when they've already seen the other person naked. And I never asked Sloane to shower with me because of that reason.

The fourth surprise was her giving me one hell of a fantastic blowjob for her first time. That one shocked the living fuck out of me. I knew she was nervous about it. I felt her hand trembling when she held my cock. But she still did an excellent job of wanting to please me. And I give her tons of credit for trying.

When I observed Sloane head toward the bed, she had a look in her eye that showed she was nervous about something or that she had a lot on her mind.

I've perceived her long enough to know when she's thinking long and hard about something. And even though she made my morning with all her surprises, I still saw something else was on her mind.

On top of seeing it, I felt it.

I badly wanted to push her for more of the truth about what else was on her mind, but after my sister had told me not to, that it wouldn't be wise to do, I dropped it.

Eventually, she'll tell me. She always seems to open up to me what she's hiding on her own. Which I gather this is one of the reasons Shayla told me to refrain from pushing her into doing something she isn't ready for.

And I hope she tells me soon what was on her mind this morning because when I came home and saw her sitting at the table, in deep thought as she held a pen in her hand, a notebook in front of her, it told me there was definitely something on her mind.

I didn't want to startle her since she seemed to be in another world, so instead of greeting her with a kiss as I would've liked to have done, I went straight to my bedroom and changed into something comfortable: sweats and a T-shirt.

Then I went into the kitchen and looked in the fridge to see what I could make us for dinner since my girl's afraid to cook. I also ruined the one thing she did cook for me just this morning. So we'd be going out to dinner tonight, which Sloane is still nervous about doing.

Thankfully, I learned to cook in my teenage years. My parents worked second and third shifts. My father was a sheriff, and my mother was a 911 operator. So I was the one who had to cook dinner for my sisters and me.

After my parents passed away and my grandmother took over caring for us, I continued cooking, amongst other things, to help her out. It was my way of showing appreciation for her taking us on when she was in no condition to do so.

While removing a package of chicken breasts from the freezer, Sloane grabbed my attention when she finally said, "What are you doing?"

"Making dinner," I said, setting the chicken on the countertop. Then I returned to the fridge to grab the other needed items, saying, "I figured I'd make us chicken cacciatore tonight. Does that sound okay?"

"It sounds good, but I thought we'd go out tonight?"

I stood fast, and with my hand on the door, I turned around, shocked to hear her say she wanted to go out for dinner. That meant going out of her comfort zone. "Go out? For dinner?"