Through the Eyes of a Male Submissive (12 page)

This is not the way I had been hoping to be tied. I sat there in the spacious back seat, my heart thumping against my chest.
I’m dead. They are going to kill me!
The nicer, older man had been kind enough to blindfold me. At least I will not have to witness how they were going to kill me.

Since I could no longer see, I had to rely on my hearing. “Drive faster you moron! We have someone on our ass!” the older one with the somewhat warm touch yelled.

My ears perked up at the thought of Charlie coming to my rescue, but I did not dare to let my excitement show.

I almost fell out of the seat as someone tapped the rear of the van.
Come on, Charlie, you can do this!

We must have reached the interstate since the van had accelerated.

“Fuck!” the driver yelled as the vehicle lurched frontward when we were hit with a harder blow this time.

A loud bang
s
ounded and the back left tire ruptured. Seconds later, the opposite back tire did the same.
Way to go Charlie!
My stomach curled as the van spun out of control.

I felt my head crash into the roof when the vehicle rolled three times before landing on its tires. Everything started to turn into blackness. My hearing even became faint and muffled. My body fell limp against the seat.

* * * *

I woke up to the sound of a beeping heart monitor. Opening my eyes, I saw a doctor checking my pulse. “Welcome back”, he said to me with a friendly smile, shining a bright light in each of my eyes. “How are you feeling?”

I groaned as I sat up. “Sore as hell. Where is Charlie?”

As if on cue, Charlie opened the door. The doctor left the room to give us privacy.

“Miss Johnson, I am genuinely regretful this happened. Is there anything that I can do?”

“Does Ryan know anything about this yet?”

“No ma’am, I am still trying to reach him,” he informed me. “I take full responsibility for this. If there is anything I can do for you at all, just say the word.”

I nodded as I laid my head back on the pillow, since it had been pounding like hell. “What happened to the men who kidnapped me?” I asked, staring back at him. “I blacked out after the van rolled.”

“They stole a car and drove off before I had a chance to get to them. My sole purpose was to get you out and make sure you were still alive,” he informed me, running his fingers through his hair. “I was not about to let you die. Mister Rayner would have killed me if I had left you behind.”

“Thank you for coming to my rescue.”

He shook his head and shrugged. “Just doing my job, Miss Johnson.”

Sitting down on the chair closest to the wall, he questioned, “Did those men look familiar to you at all?”

“I never met them before in my life, but I did notice they appeared to be amateurs and they were working for somebody. The younger one mentioned someone else as their boss. Wait a minute—would Ryan’s big trial case have anything to do with this?” I wondered, the thought making me shudder.

“I will have to dig further into it. I will find who is responsible.” Charlie sighed.

“All I need for you to do now is rest. I will be flying to Alaska to bring Mister Rayner back home. The doctor will be back in to check you out thoroughly.”

Before I rebutted, he disappeared out of the room and shut the door behind him.

At least Ryan would be returning home. Even though there had been a possibility he was the reason for this, it didn’t mean that I had not missed him.

Kindred Hospital-Seattle, Washington. Samantha Benson.

I paced the waiting room as Charlie tried to reach Ryan on his cell phone.
This is my fault! I should have gone into the house with her. Shit! Ryan is going to be so pissed!
“Have you gotten a hold of him?”

Charlie shook his head. “I’m not having any luck. I have no choice but to fly to Alaska. Will you please stay here with her?”

“Yes, of course. Just please, be careful.”

He kissed me on my cheek and smiled. “We will be back before you know it. The doctor is examining Miss Johnson. She looked fine when she woke up, but I ordered him to double-check.” With that said, he strolled away.

I tried sitting on one of the chairs, but I was too stir-crazy to. I had always hated this waiting game doctors and nurses play with everyone.

Damn! Who would have the balls to do this to Via?
Certainly, it could not have been any of Ryan’s ex-subs. They were married and leading lives of their own, except for Jennifer. However, I knew Jennifer well enough to know she would never do something this drastic just to get Ryan’s attention. She and Ryan had not spoken in almost five years.

Finally sitting with a small notebook, I wrote Jennifer’s name and everything I recalled from my last meeting with her. My gut instincts told me she wasn’t the one behind this, but I had to check in to every possible suspect. It was my duty.

Beginning to pace the room again, I just about jumped out of my skin when a doctor grabbed my shoulder. I quickly turned around to face her. “How is she?”

“She is still sore. A few bumps and bruises, but she will be fine. She is asking for a Samantha…”

I smiled, thankful she was alright. “That would be me.” Making my way to her room, I opened the door and went inside. “There is something I need to tell you…”

* * * *

Juneau, Alaska. Ryan Rayner.

Even though Dean asked me to run the place, I had to get out there and join the guys in digging for gold. I had never been one for physical labor, but this wasn’t as bad as I believed. No wonder Dean had always been interested in this.

Dean’s right-hand field man ran up to me. “Sir, you have a phone call up in the office. It sounds important.”

I stopped what I was doing and quickly made my way back to the office, picking up the phone that lay off the hook. “Hello?”

Charlie’s voice came over the phone. “Mister Rayner, I have called your cell phone multiple times. Miss Johnson has been in an accident. I am on my way to come get you now.”

My heart sank as my free hand morphed into a tight fist. “What happened?” I demanded, through gritted teeth.

“I’m halfway there. Meet me at the airport and I will give you the details.” With that, he hung up the phone.

What is with everyone and hanging up on me today?
I slammed the phone down and left the office, locking it. I rushed to the car and sped off towards the airport.

Chapter Ten

Charlie’s plane landed the same time I hurried into the airport.

“What in the hell happened?” I demanded to know the second he stood in earshot.

“She had been kidnapped this afternoon, but not to worry. I managed to track her down. Miss Benson is at the hospital with her. She just called and left a voicemail saying that Via has a few bumps and bruises, but is fine.”

I hung my head, grateful she didn’t suffer much damage. My eyes focused back to Charlie. “Do you believe he is the reason for everything?”

He nodded. “I have yet to dig deeper into who is behind all of this, but at this rate, it’s likely Mister Martinez is behind this.”
Damn! Shit! Fuck!
Of course the bastard had something to do with this.

* * * *

By the time Charlie and I arrived at the hospital and made it to Via’s room, a nurse was already giving her the release papers.

Once she realized I had been standing near the door, the expression on her face changed from relaxed to mad as hell.
Shit!
She’s pissed at me again.
She didn’t speak a word to me until everyone left to give us privacy. Knowing I was in deep doo-doo already, I didn’t make a single sound. Instead, I waited for her to talk first.

“Is there anything you would like to tell me, Ryan William Rayner?” she hissed.

Fuck!
T
he middle name with the folding arms… This cannot be good.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“Does the name Jennifer Davis ring a bell, Ryan? Or should I say Master!”

My eyes wanted to bulge, but I refrained for both of our sakes. “Who told you about her?”

She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter who told me. All that matters is the fact that you lied to me, Ryan.” She was still shaking her head. “I’m going home, and I suggest you find somewhere else to stay for a few days. I need to clear my head and I do not want you around.”

Before I opened my mouth, she had breezed past me.
What in the hell just happened? Somebody tells my future wife about one little detail in my past and now I am a liar?

I tried catching up to her, but she and Miss Benson were already out of the building as Charlie led the way.
Shit!

* * * *

“Honey, I’m home.” I said the moment I stepped inside the apartment I shared with an old law school buddy of mine. Marcus still resided in the apartment.

He poked his head around the corner. “What brings you here? Shouldn’t you be getting married or something?”

“A little difficult to do if your fiancée kicks you out of your own house…”

He pursed his lips together to keep from smiling. “Ouch. That’s harsh bro.”

I plopped my ass on to the couch. “Tell me about it. She thinks I lied to her. I may not have told her the complete truth about things, but I never lied to her. I love her, Mark.”

“Give her a day or two to cool off and go talk to her. Explain to her why you didn’t tell her whatever you should have.” He shrugged, propping his feet up on the coffee table.

“Would you mind if I crashed here?”

He shook his head. “Nope. My
casa
is your
casa
!”

I forced a smile. “Thanks. Is my room still the same?”

“Never even touched it. It’s good to have you back man, not under the circumstances, of course.”

Standing up, I made my way to my old room. “Yeah, sure, I missed you too.” Opening the door, I stepped inside the familiar space.

I looked around the room and everything was the same, all the way down to my Bob Marley poster.

Marcus snuck up behind me. “I told you I haven’t touched anything.”

“So I see,” I replied, nodding in his direction. “Thanks.”

“Alright, tell me what your deal is. Something else is up besides your woman kicking you out.”

I took a deep breath in and released it. “She was in an accident. They came into our house and took her, Marcus. She is fine. Pissed at me, but fine. I am pretty certain that I know who did this and I am going to need help in bringing them down.”

“You know I am here to help in any way I can, but tonight, you need to party with me.” He grinned.

Marcus dragged my ass out of the room and out of the apartment.

* * * *

“This place is great!” he stated, holding the door to the bar.

I rolled my eyes as we walked in. “You only like it because it’s in walking distance.”

We sat at the bar and chitchatted while drinking beer, until a redhead with a swollen chest distracted Marcus.

“Hey there, stranger.” An unfamiliar feminine voice spoke from the opposite side where Marcus had been sitting.

I looked up to meet her gaze. “Jennifer! What are you doing here?”

“Seeing you, of course. I had to witness for myself if the rumors were true,” she stated in a matter of fact tone, then took a sip from her martini.

Guzzling my beer until the last drop, I set the bottle aside. “They are. I am getting married to an amazing woman this September.”

Jennifer looked around the place. “Is she here with you?”

I shook my head. “I’m afraid not. She is pissed at me at the moment—long story.”

“I’m sorry, Ryan. It is a good thing I showed up. Come on, dance with me!” she commanded, pulling me out on to the dance floor.

Her body bumped against mine on the floor as I stood. She made it impossible for me not to touch her body.

Oh, fuck it!
Reeling her body closer to mine, I bent down and plowed my lips into hers. To my surprise, she didn’t resist me as I grazed my tongue against hers, tasting her martini.

I was not sure how, but Jennifer and I ended up at her hotel room. With my back pressed against her door, she unlocked and opened it. Using her foot, she closed the door, then shoved me on to the couch. She straddled herself on my body, her ass sitting atop of my bulging erection. Removing her shirt to show her bra, she bent down and rammed her lips into mine.

“You have no idea how much I missed you these past few years, Ryan,” she confessed as she unbuttoned my slacks.

The room was spinning by this point and I had a difficult time concentrating.
Ugh, how much alcohol did I drink?