Setting the small tray down on the bed beside her, he sheepishly shrugged at her question, responding with whatever came to mind.<strong> "Oh well um, you know, its rare that I ever get to make breakfast for us both, and figured you deserved breakfast in bed"</strong>he smiled, kissing her forehead.  Inside he scolded himself for telling that fib. In truth, he felt ashamed, for his performance, or lack their of, and guilty for not confiding in his wife, telling her how he felt.  it certainly wasn't for the way she threw him to his knees and forced him to eat her out, because he was still unsure if he actually liked her domineering side, or if it was just so new, that well he liked what was different.<br/><br/><strong>"Let me know if you want more, I'll be downstairs doing the dishes and reading the paper" </strong>he smiled, and turned, side-stepping the blouse and skirt which were thrown with reckless abandon on to the floor the night before.  He smiled as he picked them up, turned to her and winked.<strong>"Still not sure what got into you last night.   Someone slipped you something?" </strong>he joked.<strong>"But I liked it....Hope you did too"</strong>he blew a kiss, before tossing the clothe sin the hamper, and leaving Serena to enjoy breakfast in peace.