Through the Eyes of a Male Submissive (15 page)

My mind flooded with worry and questions. “How can you be so sure this is Martinez? What is it that I need to do to keep her safe?”

“No more last second business trips would help. My team and I can handle the rest, Mister Rayner. Charlie and I have been working on this case non-stop. This is something right up his alley,” Madison informed me with a friendly smile.

She looked at Via. “What I said about my mother making dresses is true, but since I couldn’t get a hold of her, I went ahead and scheduled you for a fitting a La Belle Reve for tomorrow afternoon.”

Via smiled at her. “Thank you. So Jennifer knew that you were a FBI agent the entire time?”

“Yes I did. I have not been allowed to speak a single word about anything because I couldn’t risk blowing Madison’s cover.” Jennifer smiled at Via, but smirked in my direction. “How could I refuse an offer to get under Ryan’s skin?”

“Is everything alright, son?” my father questioned as he and my mother strolled into the room.

He took too long of a glance at Samantha, now Madison. “Were you just a blond a few seconds ago?”

Madison politely smiled. “As much as I would love to fill you in, Ryan can take over from here. I must be getting home. I have a kitty to go feed.” She looked at Charlie and grinned. “Would you mind walking me out, kind sir?”

Charlie escorted her outside with a bewildered expression on his face.

I sensed everyone’s eyes on me as Madison left, wondering if anyone else caught on to her sexual innuendo at Charlie.

“Are you going to tell us what happened?” my mother chimed in, probably not able to take the silence any longer.

I shrugged as I ran my fingers through my hair. “Someone is pissed I put them in jail. I have a feeling he will not be bothering us anymore.”

Jason couldn’t take his eyes off Jennifer even if he tried.

I would have been jealous and mad as hell a few months ago. There was no fucking way I would have allowed him to even so much as talk to an ex-submissive of mine. Since Via had come along, though, the way I thought about things had changed. I almost blubbered today as my wife-to-be bestowed the ring on my finger. As I felt the weight of it for a few brief moments, I knew I would never want anything more than to be married to her. She pulled me out of the darkness I had been living in for so many years. I held on to her a little tighter as I looked at Jason and then over to Jennifer.

“Jen, this is my brother Jason. Jason, this is Jennifer Davis, an old friend of mine.”

Via coughed, passing it off as clearing her throat. I stared down at her and recognized what was going through her mind.

“She is an old friend my ass,” she whispered into my ear.

* * * *

Charlie and I waited in the car as Via and Madison went into the dress shop for their appointment. There was no way in hell I was going to step foot in that shop. Besides, I didn’t want to see my bride wearing her dress until I gazed down the aisle at her.

“So, you and Madison are an item now, huh?”

Charlie looked back through the rearview mirror at me and politely smiled. “I guess you could say that, sir.”

I opened the back door and stepped outside to stretch my legs. Waiting on a woman was a long and agonizing process. Now Charlie and I were waiting on two,
and
they are shopping for a wedding gown! This should simply take about three, maybe twelve, hours knowing my Via and her indecisiveness.

I fished my phone out of the front pocket of my pants. I thought I might as well make a few business calls while I was waiting on my bride.

“Baby, we could always go this route—it’s cheaper!” Via was shouting from the front entrance.

My jaw almost smashed the concrete as I looked up to see her in nothing but her strap-less bra and panties. She held up her half-empty wine glass to me.

I couldn’t believe it—she was toasted!
How many glasses of wine has she had already?
“That’s cute, babe.” I rolled my eyes playfully. What was the point of getting mad when the damage had already been done? I was not about to start any arguments with her.

Via giggled and shut the door to re-open it. “Peek-a-boo, I see you!”

Thankfully, an apologetic Madison, who was carrying four huge boxes, came up from behind Via and escorted her to the car. “Let’s get you home.”

Charlie and I met them halfway. He took the boxes and I grabbed on to Miss Tipsy. Before I escorted her into the car, she pinched my cheeks and stretched them out a bit. “You are too pretty for this to be real. I want to see the tangible you, Ryan William Ray-Nerd!”

“Oh, no need to fret, Miss Johnson, You will be seeing the real me sooner than you believe,” I assured her while ushering her into the backseat.

She giggled and patted my knee. “Ah,
I
get a nasty spanky
.
Happy early boom-boom day to me!”

* * * *

By the time Charlie pulled into the driveway, Via was sacked out and snoring.
Something I can antagonize her about later…

I stepped out of car, turned around, picked her up, and slung her over my shoulders. Walking upstairs, I laid her down and chained her limbs to the bed. I sat on the foot of the bed and observed her. I stared at every detail of her elegant face—the light freckling on the bridge of her nose, how her lips moved as she snored. Every damn thing about the woman was perfect. Well, with the exception of the fact she was a lightweight. She would not drink more than one glass of alcohol at our reception!

My manhood hardened as her eyes gradually opened. She peered about the room with a curious look on her face. Attempting to sit up, she failed since she had been restrained.

I crookedly smiled at her. “Have a nice nap baby?”

Her eyes blinked a million times as she realized which room we were in. Her mouth fell open. “
Oh shit,
what did I do?”

“You know how much I despise your drinking too much due to the fact that you are such a lightweight.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “Do I have to treat you like a child and limit your alcohol consumption?”

“No sir.”

My manhood lunged in response to her words. I wanted to take her right then and there, but first she had to be punished in order to realize how serious I was about loathing her drinking.

Strolling closer towards her anxious body, I set her free from the handcuffs. In one, swift motion I turned her on to her stomach and bound her wrists together with my tie. Sitting down, I pulled her across my lap so her ass was proportionate to my right hand. Without any warning, I swung back and smacked her behind nice and hard. She cried out as her ass-cheeks tightened. I massaged them until she relaxed and then whacked her again. She winced once more.

“You are going to learn to control this drinking habit of yours, Olivia Marie Rayner. Even if I have to spank the living shit out of you until you do so!”

The way her soon-to-be last name escaped my lips had been a turn on for the both of us. I smacked her once more, then pulled her up to my eye-level and forced her to sit on my lap. As I gazed into her eyes, I couldn’t help but ponder. Oh, all the things I would be doing to her if we had known each other a few years back. I would have, without a doubt, used a cane on her.
What in the hell has this woman done to my dominance?

“Is something wrong sir?” she interrupted my thoughts.

I slumped down with a sigh. “I lost it, Via. My dominance is no more.”

She stood and held out her hands to me, her way of asking me to untie her. “I know you well enough to know your domineering abilities have not vanished. I’m going to help you find him just to prove you wrong.”

I placed my hand in hers, astounded by her strength to lift me to my feet.

“Stand right here sir,” she pleaded as she walked to the closet. Within seconds, she came back scarcely wearing anything. Her bright red lingerie outfit was super-thin and frilly. The heels on her feet matched, as well as her lipstick. Her tousled hair had been a turn on by itself. My chin just about hit the floor when she pranced past me, opened the door and danced out into the hallway.

Her heels clanked against the hardwood floor. I couldn’t get to the doorway fast enough to see her coolly stride down the stairs. She was well aware I could not tolerate her displaying herself with Charlie present.

My fingers trembled as she looked back and winked at me. “Oh Charlie, would you mind pouring me a glass of white wine?”

I felt my eyes bulge out of my skull as her foot touched the living room floor. She was halfway to the liquor cabinet when Charlie strolled into the room. He stopped once he perceived her attire.

She grinned at him. “Hello Charlie.”

Was that a pleading expression she carried on her face I just saw?

Charlie grinned at my woman. Before I could even blink, he twirled her around and dipped her. He bent and nipped her neck with his lips as if to plant one on her. I couldn’t tell if he kissed her not. “Miss Johnson, you are ravishing as always.” Bringing her back up, he winked at her.

As I stood there with the fire building in the pit of my stomach and listening to my heavy breathing, she gave him a slight nod.

No, she wouldn’t!

Within seconds, she had him pinned against the nearest wall. Her lips dove for his neck. The fire in my stomach had now exploded through the rest of my body. I was not about to stand there and witness my wife dominate another man! She was mine!

Flying down the stairs, I picked her up and suspended her over my shoulders. I smacked her ass with each footstep, alternating cheeks, as I carried her back upstairs and into the playroom.

Chapter Thirteen

I kicked the door shut with my foot and carried her over to the cross. Placing her on to her feet, I shackled her wrists and ankles. “That was a very daring move you just made, Mrs. Rayner.”

Bending to meet her ear, I whispered, “You will never do anything like that again.”

“Yes sir.”

Blindfolding her, I picked up her crop and tapped her on the ass with it. She winced as I whacked her again on the opposite cheek. It felt so good to be in control again. Treading the crop up and down her legs, I swatted her left inner thigh.

She drove me wild by moaning.

I wanted her so desperately, but I was going to drag this out.

Raising my Dom from the dead or not, she would learn not to seduce my staff! “You are mine, Olivia Rayner—nobody else’s. All mine!”

“Yes sir!”

I bent down to whisper in her ear again, “Thank you baby.”

A smile developed on her face as I nibbled on her ear, working my way down to her neck. She moaned again, sending shivers through my spine.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to have her!

Unchaining her from the cross, I held her in my arms and kissed her. Leading her over to the bed without breaking our lips, I pushed her on top of the mattress and, with her assistance, stripped off my clothes.

I dove on to her and caressed her smooth lips with mine. “I love you, Mrs. Rayner.”

She smiled as we took off her scanty outfit. “I love you, Mister Rayner.”

* * * *

“Wake up baby.” Via woke me up by planting light kisses on my face.

I looked at her and smiled.

She returned one of her own and stroked my cheek. “Happy Fourth of July and thank you for my early boom-boom last night!”

Pulling her in tighter to my chest, I kissed her hair. “You are welcome and anytime, Mrs. Rayner.” Sitting up, I told her, “We need to get dressed. I have a tiny surprise for you.”

She playfully rolled her eyes at me. “I should have never told you how much I loathe surprises.”

“Trust me baby, this one you will love,” I said, bending and giving her a soft kiss.

“Mm mm, will I ever grow immune to how sweet you taste?”

“In about ten years when you are going through a mid-life crisis, then it will be all about a Harley and a big-chested blond!” she assured me with a shrug.

“Ouch. I love how you display so much faith in me baby.”

She smacked my ass and stood up out of bed. “Get up so you can show me what this wretched surprise is. I’m going gray over here.”

Shaking my head, I crawled out from the warm blankets. “I must really love you if I allow you to drag me out of bed this early.”

“Or I am just too damn worthy of a dominant.” She winked at me as she slipped on her shoes. “I will be waiting in the kitchen.”

I showered, dressed myself, and made my way downstairs. Charlie and Via were chatting in the kitchen. Thankfully, they were nowhere close to how they were communicating the night before. She was telling him about how the Fourth of July had always been one of her favorite holidays—that there was nothing like cookouts, family, and fireworks.

She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. “There he is, my amazing man.”

“Nice try, but I’m not telling you what the surprise is.” I glanced at Charlie. “I hope you enjoyed last night. It will never happen again.”