Copyright © Normandie Alleman 2013. All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing. Ashley snuggled down under the lofty comforter. Sunlight floated in lazily through the bedroom window, the yellow light blending with the cream-coloured walls of the old Victorian tenement. Lounging around on Sunday mornings, curled up in her Egyptian cotton bed sheets, was when she felt the most cosy and secure. She and Roger shared the newspaper—he read the business and sports pages, while she perused the comics and the lifestyle section. Ashley sipped her coffee daintily. She pretended to be reading an article about the latest colour trends, but took a sly peek over the top of the paper to observe the man she loved. He sat next to her, reading. That broad, muscular chest, those deep blue eyes...he was everything she could want in a man. Watching him caused her heart to skip a beat. But lately, Roger had been acting a bit off. What is with him? He seems restless. Wonder what it is... Roger's coffee mug made a clinking noise when he set it on the bedside table. "Darling," Roger said, looking up from his newspaper, "I'd like you to learn to cook." "Cook? Me?" She arched an eyebrow in his general direction without completely turning her head. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Roger give her that benevolent, indulgent grin she loved so much. The one that told her he adored her. She softened. "Yes, you know? Cook. Prepare food," he teased, running his hand through her hair, mussing it up. He winked at her. It made her insides go all mushy, and she felt a tingle of delight between her legs. Ashley hesitated, but only for a moment. "All right." She had never tried cooking before. This was unchartered territory for her. She hated to admit it, but she felt uncomfortable with something so foreign to her. What if she was a flop? But a sub's job was to make her Master happy. To comply with his requests, to serve him. So she agreed. Anyway, lots of women do it. How complicated can it be?