His Broken Submissive : Mercy

8 Home

My hips sway to the upbeat music as I saunter around Anne's kitchen, hunting for ingredients. The only thing that got Jack to agree to leave the mall was the promise of fajitas. Five seconds into Jack 'helping' me cook makes it clear he's not much better than Jonathan in the kitchen.

Between talking with Marilyn and the massage, I'm feeling relaxed and more like myself. The only thing missing is Jonathan, but he'll be back soon.

"Seriously?!" Anne chides, walking into the kitchen and locking her green gaze on Jack.

"What?" He asks, innocently. As if Anne didn't just catch him sitting he slips out of the chair and starts peeling an onion.

I can't help but giggle at them as I try and keep my attention on the beef in my skillet.

"Nice try pup, but the whole point of having a house guest is to spoil her," Anne mumbles as she moves over to check what I'm doing.

"We did!" He groans. "Hot rock massage and everything! You know Izzy can out cook me in her sleep!"

She cocks her head and glares at him, clearly not impressed by his excuses.

"I don't mind," I blurt out, not wanting him to get in trouble. "Honestly, I like cooking." My heart hammers leaving me wondering why on earth I opened my mouth.

"You're too good to us," Anne sighs, instantly softening. She opens her mouth to say something more but her phone rings drawing her attention. "Saved by the bell. At least try to be useful..."

"Yes ma'am," he concedes, scooting over to me at the stove while she walks into the other room. Anne gets to work setting the table while she talks on her phone leaving us be.

"So what can't I fuck up?" He asks, side-eyeing the hot skillet.

"Just move it around," I say with a laugh, surrendering my wooden spoon and shifting back to the cutting board.

"That I can handle," Jack replies with a grin. He bops around to the beat of the music focusing his full attention on the task at hand.

"I'm used to cooking alone, I don't mind," I assure him.

He shakes his head and waves the spoon around like a magic wand. "If I sit after that warning, I won't be sitting for days if she catches me," he replies matter-of-factly.

Of that, I have no doubt. I've seen firsthand how firm she can be when people cross her.

I finish cutting up the green peppers and onion and toss them in the pan. Jack jumps as the steam cloud puffs and sizzle making me laugh at his reaction.

With Jack taking care of the skillet I shred some cheese and set up a platter with sour cream, guac, and hot peppers. Lastly, I take the tortillas out of the oven and dash out to the dining room before checking back with Jack.

"You're testing me," Jack groans, looking longingly at the pan in front of him. "Seriously, I can eat this whole skillet myself!"

"How?!" I gasp. "There's enough for like six people there!"

"How?!" He parrots back, scrunching up his face. "Woman, the way you cook, I would eat till I explode!"

I shake my head and laugh, grabbing pot holders to take the sizzling skillet to the Dining room. Jack follows on my heels like a lost puppy, his eyes never leaving the food.

"Down boy," Anne teases as we come in. I set the skillet in the center of the table and stand up, furrowing my brows as I look at the place settings.

There's an extra set...where do I sit?

I lift my gaze to Anne, hoping she'll shed some light on the situation but she's just sitting there grinning. A soft click sounds behind me making me turn.

The sight stops my heart in its tracks.

"Jonathan," I breathe out.

He stands with a bouquet of flowers, his arms spread wide beckoning me. My body moves towards him before my mind even registers it.

In an instant, I'm in his arms and melt. He sweeps me up in a bear hug and in that simple moment, everything feels right. After a moment he loosens his hold only enough to steal a quick kiss.

"That's my girl," he murmurs, resting his forehead against mine. "God I missed you!"

My heart swells hearing him utter those words. After everything he still missed me.

"I missed you too," I whisper, earning a dazzling smile.

He breathes deep and straightens slightly. "Smells good."

His eyes never leave me, making me wonder if he meant me or dinner. "A-are you hungry?" I stutter as my heart skips a beat.

"Starving," he replies, not missing a beat.

"Us too old man," Anne teases from her seat. She's grinning, resting her chin on her laced fingers as she watches us. "Dinner before dessert!"

Jonathan sighs, turning his head to glare at Anne who just arches a brow in response. My cheeks heat under their scrutiny leaving me scurrying to my seat. Before I can scootch it in, Jonathan tucks me in then takes his seat.

"Happy?" He clips, giving her a pointed look.

"Ecstatic," she laughs, sliding him the platter with tortillas first.

Jonathan just shakes his head and gives in, setting two down for me before placing a couple on his own plate. I smile and watch as he artfully builds our fajitas.

Such a small, simple gesture leaves me feeling so much for him. He always makes sure I'm taken care of first.

Dinner is easy, filled with good food and light conversation. After my busy day and a full stomach, I'm beat. I sit, happily listening to them banter back and forth as I struggle to keep my eyes open.

Jonathan leans over and tucks my hair behind my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "What do you say we go home?" He whispers, his breath fanning over my neck.

"I'd love that."

"You know you can stay the night and head home in the morning right?" Anne teases as she piles up the plates.

"As much as I appreciate that, all I could think about was sleeping in my own bed-"

"With you're teddy?" Anne cuts in with a laugh.

Jonathan isn't fazed and simply turns to me and takes my hand in his. "Of course... I don't know about you, but I sleep better knowing your safe, curled up beside me."

I bite my lower lip, hearing him say that like it's no big deal.

"Me too," I admit, looking up through my dark lashes.

"Then it's settled. Let's go home Izzy."

Home...

"Let's."