Through the Eyes of a Male Submissive (13 page)

Revealing my manhood, her naked ass was in my face as her lips surrounded my erection.

Shit! Damn! Fuck!

I felt an alternate form of wetness on my stomach and her lips on mine.

“How is that pill feeling, baby?”

Holding on to her hips, I tried my damnedest to speak.

“I love you, Olivia Rayner,” I slurred.

She bounced harder and faster atop me. “Shh baby…”

* * * *

My mind screamed at me to wake up the following morning and my eyes jolted open. Looking around the unfamiliar hotel room, my heart began to race. I tried moving, but was bound to the headboard with handcuffs.
Holy Fuck!
What happened to me last night?

“Good morning, handsome. Did you sleep well?” the familiar voice said, as she walked into the room.

No…Please tell me I did not fuck her last night. Shit! I’m a dead man!
I glared at her in horror. “Jennifer, how did I get chained up to your bed? We didn’t do anything. Tell me we didn’t do anything!”

She playfully smirked at me. “That is only for me to know, Ryan.”

I took a deep breath in relief. “Why am I chained to the bed?”

She didn’t speak a single word. Instead, she looked outside of the room.

A pair of heels clanked against the hardwood floor, making their way closer to the room. She took a blindfold out of her pocket and placed it upon me so my vision would be impaired.

“Have fun,” she stated, strolling out of the room.

The pair of heels from a moment ago appeared and the door shut. Soft fingers unbuttoned my jeans and tugged my pants off me. My erection hardened as she traced her index finger from my big toe all the way to my inner thigh. The sharp pang of her crop came into contact with my skin.
Holy Shit!
“This has to be Via. Baby, I’m so sorry for not telling you everything.”

She smacked me again in the same spot, but harder this time and I cried out.

“I believe I didn’t tell you to speak, now, did I?”

I pursed my lips together and shook my head. “No ma’am.”

“Good boy.” I sensed her smile as she strolled closer.

Without much effort, she ripped my shirt off me and tossed it on the floor. “I will talk and you will listen. How can I trust you if you believe you cannot tell me everything about you, Mister Rayner?” She smacked my ribs with her crop.

“Marriage is about partnership, Ryan! We are supposed to be in this together. I told you everything about me, but I find out about you through somebody else? How fair is that? Not very much in my book!” She tapped me again on the opposite rib. “Now I have to punish you even more.”

Trying hard to contain my excitement, I laid there like a good submissive. She bent down so her lips could touch my ear and whispered, “Until we get home, I am going to fuck you and fuck you hard, baby.”

She sat up and uncuffed me from the bed, and removed the blindfold. My arms wrapped around her body. I wanted to keep her in my arms forever, but I wasn’t about to let the perfect opportunity for make-up sex go. I rolled us over so I was the one on top and stared into her domineering eyes with my own. “No baby, I am going to fuck you.”

Without warning, she pulled me in for a hard kiss. Pushing me away for a second, she removed her white sundress and tossed it aside. Kissing her again, I worked my way down to her neck and then her chest, making sure to kiss each breast, trailing down her stomach. I stopped and slid her silky white panties off, trailing kisses up her right leg until I reached her inner thigh. She moaned in pure pleasure the second I held her legs down and buried my face in her sex.

My erection hardened when my tongue explored how wet she had already been. I wanted to take her right then and there, but I was determined to make her beg for it. Licking, sucking, and fingering her until she couldn’t take anymore.

“Oh Ryan, I want you now. Please baby,” she groaned, begging for mercy.

Mercy was the last thing I wanted to give her. I ceased and stared up at her. It was now my turn to dominate. Standing up out of bed, I could tell she was curious as to what I was doing.

I grabbed one of her ankles and flipped her over on to her stomach, pulling her closer towards the foot of the bed. Close enough so her ass had been sticking up in the air. I caressed her ass for a few minutes and then smacked her. She whined in pleasure.

“Hush baby.”

Massaging her ass-cheeks and grabbing a hold of her hips, I slammed into her. I felt how ready she was all around me as I thrust hard and deep into her. With a firm grip on her hips, I was able to go in further since she had spread her legs apart and pushed her ass up more.

Frequently, I would tap or squeeze her just to listen to her groan. Pulling out of her, I pushed her on the bed and rolled her over on her back. I clambered on top and pushed myself into her willing body again.

The pressure began to rise with each shove. In order for us to enjoy each other, I slowed my speed.

“Please, harder baby.” She moaned, spreading her legs further once more.

Without hesitation, I did as she commanded and pushed into her hard, causing her tits to bounce. I bent down and sucked on one of her nipples as I continued to thrust deep into her. Her back arched and she was almost there.

The pressure returned, but instead of trying to control it, I forced myself faster and harder in and out of her. I came in her first and she shattered around me not even a nanosecond later.

I positioned myself on the bed beside her, holding her body close to mine.

She stared into my eyes. “Why did you do it?”

“I had planned to visit you in Aspen to tell you everything, but then you showed up with amazing sex and an offer I couldn’t refuse. I didn’t care about being your sex slave. If the contract was the only way to keep you in my life, I would do it all over again.” I brushed my thumb against her cheek.

“Olivia, I have loved you since the moment I saw you, and I would have been crazy to turn you away over something as simple as kinky sex.”

She snuggled up closer to me, burying her head in my chest for a few minutes.

Looking up to meet my gaze, pouting playfully, she asked, “Does this mean you are going to take my dominance away?”

I shook my head. “You make an amazing dominant, Via. I must admit, I had my doubts, but I’m glad to say that you have proved me wrong. I would like to offer a proposition to you,” I said, pausing for her reaction.

“What is your proposal, Ryan?”

“As much as I love you and your domineering ways, I miss being in control.” With a small smile forming on my lips, I continued.

“I suggest we alternate the dominant roles. Whoever initiates the playroom gets to control what happens. Does that sound fair enough?”

A huge grin appeared on her face. “I agree. You still have a severe ass-whipping coming when we return home.” She stood up and slipped her clothes back on. “Is there any more to this proposition of yours?” she wondered, rather curious.

“Yes. About this contract of yours, I’m afraid I cannot work under these conditions.” I sat up, not releasing my eyes from hers. “I need to know where you are at all times. I believe that even more so since this recent incident.”

She stopped what she was doing and gazed at me. “Do you have any idea who is behind all of this?”

I nodded as I stood up out of bed. “I have my theories about who caused this, but there is nothing to worry about. Marcus and Charlie are going to help.” Walking up and wrapping my arms around her I asked, “Is there anything you can remember?”

Brushing her fingertips through her hair, she sighed. “One was a little nicer than the other. They kept referring to someone as boss. It’s difficult for me to describe their faces since I didn’t see them very long. They had me blindfolded and tied me up—something I usually love, but not in that situation.”

I picked up my pants. Sliding them on, she placed her hands on my waistline. “I know what it’s like to undress you. Now I have to know what it feels like to button your pants.” Biting her lip, she buttoned and zipped my pants.

“Just what I suspected—still sexy as hell. I need to get you home.”

Without warning, she pulled me out of the room.

“How did you find out about Jennifer?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “It isn’t important.” She looked back at me right before opening the door to leave. “I tried calling you last night and couldn’t get you to answer. Jennifer was the one who called me back. I told her to check you into a hotel and bind you to the headboard. I wanted you to feel significantly stupid and guilty by the time I arrived.”

Chapter Eleven

“Very well-played, Miss Johnson—having me believe that I had fucked Jennifer.”

Shit! Damn! Fuck! Did Jennifer and I fuck last night?

Holding the door open for her, I continued, “I must admit that was a nice move, only because it worked.”

Grinning as if she had won an award, she strutted out of the room and into the hallway. Her ego was already the size of Australia. “Just remember, I have tons more up my sleeve, Mister Rayner.”

“I will remember. That is, if you can fit it in your stubborn head you are not the only one giving the spankings anymore.” Smirking at her, I pushed the elevator button.

Her eyes widened a tad as we stepped into the elevator. “You would love to spank me now, wouldn’t you?”

“Olivia, my palms ache to redden that ass of yours every fucking night.”

A flirtatious grin appeared on her face. “If you are good, I may let you.”

My manhood stiffened at the thought of smacking her ass until it became a delectable shade of pink. It had been more than five years since I took on the role of a dominant. The strangest part was my Via, with that smart-ass mouth of hers, resurfaced my old self little by little each day.

“How much do you love me?” her voice wondered, bringing me out of the random elevator thoughts.

A line between my eyebrows formed as I stared at her. “Is this a trick question? You should know how much I love you by now.”

“Good, since you have this fixation of wanting to buy me everything on the planet, I could so go for some ice cream.”

I opened the car door for her, shutting it after she settled herself into the seat, then made my way over to the driver’s side. “If ice cream is what you want, then ice cream is what you shall receive. Whatever my queen wants.” Grinning, I sped off towards town.

She held up her hand as if to silence me. “For the love of pop-tarts, please do not call me a queen or princess.”

I playfully bit my lip. “Anything you say, your majesty.”

Her lips and nose scrunched upwards seconds before she sucker punched me in the arm. “You are already in deep shit. Do you honestly want to pile more on to it?”

Parking the car, I strolled around and opened her door. “Of course not, Miss Johnson.”

We walked hand-in-hand into the Lick Pure Creamery, the absolute best ice cream place in town.

My future wife read the print on the glass door, pursing her lips. “A dream in your mouth. I love it!” She was nearly bouncing up and down as I held the door open. I rolled my eyes, sensing this little tirade of hers was not over just yet.

She paused for a minute to stare at me. “I always believed that
I
was the dream in your mouth.”

Walking closer to the counter, the both of us stared up at the board to decide what we want.

“Oh, there’s a Mister Blissful!” She smacked my arm similar to a child. “The California Cheesecake sounds good. I love cheesecake!”

“Olivia, sweetheart, you are dessert addict.”

After ordering Via the Mister Blissful, I ordered a California Cheesecake for myself, so she would be able to eat off mine as well, of course.

“This place has only been up and running for a year and has already been voted the best place for ice cream.”

My bride nodded in agreement. “I can see why. I would love to get you and Mister Blissful here together in our playroom. Both of us would be in absolute heaven.”

* * * *

“Oh baby, you taste so delicious,” Via stated as she licked Mister Blissful off my chest.

I was unable to answer her because of being gagged, blindfolded, and bound to the bed. Flat on my back with my arms above my head and my legs spread eagle, I winced when she bit on my left nipple.

I heard the clinking of her heels and then the obvious sting against my thigh from her crop. “I did not like the fact that you lost your temper in court and I had to find out about it from somebody else, Mister Rayner.”

She whacked me again in the same spot. “You went to Alaska without me. Is there something up there you wish for me not to see? Heaven forbid if I were to get attacked by a moose!”

She tapped the other thigh this time. “Because of your disappearance, I was kidnapped! I have no idea who is behind this, but the both of us know it’s you they want. You should give me one good reason I shouldn’t leave you this way overnight.”