Through the Eyes of a Male Submissive (18 page)

The button she pushed turned the ceiling fan on.

“Good grief! What does a girl have to do to get the television on around here?”

I smiled at her short fuse and impatience. “It’s the first button on the left, second row.”

Pressing the button, the TV flickered on and she switched the channel to some late night show.

“The only thing I am missing now is my man to join me. An ice cream sundae would be perfect too.” She glared at me.

“I will go make you one, baby.” Kissing her hair, I left the room.

Jogging downstairs, I made my way into the kitchen and opened the freezer door. Scooping some ice cream into a bowl, I perfected the damned sundae with chocolate syrup, caramel, whipped cream, and sprinkles, skipping the cherry because I knew Via hated them. I shook my head at the last conversation we had about her hatred of cherries. I believe she mentioned something like,
“If I were meant to eat cherries, I would have been a lesbian! You should be grateful.”

Oh, that woman and that smart-mouth of hers!

I placed the ice cream carton back into the freezer, picked up the beautiful creation I had made, and went upstairs to rejoin my favorite smartass.

Strolling into our room, the lights were brighter and Via was standing near the door which led into my secret room. I could see that she had pressed more buttons on the remote.

She stared at me. “What the fuck is this?”

“It’s not what you think. I go in there when I need to escape from the world, whether it is to meditate, play music, or whichever.”

She nodded as she peeked inside. “Would you mind if I go in?”

“Go ahead.” Carrying her sundae, I followed her into the room.

Acoustic guitars, paintings, and posters hung along the freshly painted dark red walls. She walked around the room. “I never knew Dracula was quite the musician.”

“It used to be my playroom, until recently,” I confessed as I watched as she walked about the room.

She stopped walking and stared at me. “If you already had a sex room, then why did you put together a new one?”

I couldn’t hide my grin from her. “I wanted to destroy my playroom since I laid eyes on you. To start fresh with you, if that’s what you call it. It is why I had a new sex room built. You deserve more than a hidden room, Olivia. I don’t want there to be any secrets between us.”

“Should I go first?” she wondered, dipping her finger into the bowl I held in my hands and sucking it clean.

“You have secrets to share, Mrs. Rayner?”

She nodded, taking a bite of the sundae. “I have tons. You may want to sit down for this.” She grinned as I stared at her in horror.

“Are you sure you are ready for this?” She then began to giggle.

“When I was seventeen, I had given up on love and everything of the sort. Out of nowhere, this gorgeous man took my breath away. Ryan, you know more about me than my best friends do, and this is saying a lot since I have known them my entire life.” She rolled her eyes.

“They think you are a good influence on me. They have seen me at my worst.”

“I already have your friends’ approval?” I asked, once I was able to breathe again.

“Don’t be too impressed—they just think you are sexy. If they knew the truth, they may die from exhaustion.” She grinned.

“They are not entirely wrong. You are pretty damn beautiful.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

She shook her head. “Quit stalling, Mister Rayner. What is one of your deepest secrets?”

Chapter Fifteen

She sat on the bench of the piano after she took the ice cream from me.

“For the longest time, I believed Jennifer would be the only woman to understand me. I had been lost these past few years. As much as I am sorry for running to her earlier, I just knew she would let me rant or vent if needed. It has been five years since I have laid eyes on the woman and I had been shocked when everything still came easy to us,” I began to explain with a little sigh.

“Both of us made the wrong decision with that kiss, but I’m a little glad it happened. Now please let me enlighten you before you start beating my ass. When she plowed her lips on mine, I will admit, it felt amazing. However it just made me want
you
even more.”

She glared at me, blinking her eyes. “Kissing her made you want me. How in the hell does that even add up?”

“It made me realize I cannot live without you, Via. You are the one I want to wake up to every morning, not Jennifer. I thought I had made myself clear on this detail.” Taking a seat next to her, I continued. “I understand it is going to take a while for you to trust me, even more so since what happened this afternoon, but I’m here and I love you, and I’m willing to love you for the rest of my life.”

Turning to face me, she caressed my cheek. “Did you love her?”

My face fell against her palm. “I thought I did. Then I met you. Via, you have changed my outlook on life, love, everything.”

Kissing her, I pulled away and my eyes blazed into hers. I was hungry and my erection had been throbbing for her body. “I have always wanted to try something, but I need your permission.”

She weakly nodded. “I trust you, Ryan.”

Without missing a beat, I stood up and extended my hand for her. She placed a hand in mine, a little curious as to what I had up my sleeve. I jerked her off the bench and closer to my chest. “I want you naked, baby,” I told her while trotting small kisses upon her neck.

Amazingly, she did as I pleaded without any hesitation. I closed the lid of the piano and spun around to face her. She had every article of clothing off except for her panties.

“Allow me to assist.”

Picking her up and placing her atop of the piano, I slid her undergarment off. I kissed the top of her foot, making my way up to her inner thigh and then buried my face in her sex.

Holy shit!
She is so wet!
My manhood hardened against the wooden instrument.

The dominant inside me took over. I grabbed a hold of her knees and lifted her up and closer towards me. She landed on the top of the piano rather hard, but moaned in pleasure. Taking a hold of her right ankle, I flipped her so she landed on her stomach. I pulled her down on to her feet so she was standing.

“Lean on the piano, baby.”

My hands trailed up and down her thighs, squeezing her ass as she leaned forward. Spreading her legs apart with my foot, I slammed into her. She let out a loud groan and I thrust deeper and faster.
Oh, this woman drives me wild
!

The dominance taking control again, I pulled out of her, picked her up and slammed her back on top of the piano. I clambered on top of her and entered her once more. The tip of my erection was ready to explode just feeling her body, but I needed to make this last. Her moaning brought me out of my thoughts. I pushed deep and hard as she positioned her legs so I could do so.

“I love you,” she groaned, running her fingers through my hair and pulling me closer towards her so she could kiss my chest.

Her warm liquid burst around my erection inside of her, mine shattering moments after hers.

“I love you too, baby,” I said, breathing out and burying my face into her neck.

* * * *

I fucking hate waiting. Via is well aware of this fact.

Yet she continued to make me wait every time we turned around. Impatiently, I paced the doctor’s office waiting room. I tried my damnedest to get her to allow me to hire a gynecologist to come to the house, but she wouldn’t hear of it, claiming we did not get out of the house enough.

This, in turn, led her to make a statement of my being ashamed to be out in public with her.

Holy Fuck!
Via and I may be becoming parents in a matter of minutes! What in the hell am I going to do? I have no idea how to be a father and raise a human being! Dean is right—I can’t even keep a goldfish alive, let alone a child! Besides, I have my wife to baby-sit on a daily basis. How is she going to react if she is pregnant before our wedding—upset, angry, depressed, or ecstatic? Are there any books available on how a dominant and submissive/former dominant raise a baby together?
Question after question swirled inside my head.

Hearing the door open, I looked up and met my woman’s gaze. I couldn’t tell if the expression she carried was good or bad. So I stood there, and waited for her response. I didn’t fucking care if it was a slap, a punch to the face, or a knee in the groin. I had to have something! She walked up and enclosed her arms around my torso. I held on to her, worried that something had gone wrong. “Please tell me, baby.”

“We are not pregnant. It was a false alarm. I know how much you wanted a baby. I’m so sorry, Ryan.” She began to sob into my chest.

Stroking her back, I kissed her hair. “Oh baby, no. I’m not upset. I want us to have a baby when we are ready, and we will be someday. We have plenty of time to settle down and have children.”

She looked up at me and I smiled. “This just means I get to keep you all to myself for a while longer.”

She sighed a breath of relief. “I’m so glad you feel this way. We are in no way ready to bring a baby into our lives yet. The doctor gave me a year supply of birth control pills.” She grinned. “Before you even say a word, I am capable of remembering to take a pill at the same time every day.”

“I have something to show you.” Leading her out of the doctor’s office, I added, “I know you hate surprises, but this one you will love. Trust me.”

* * * *

Charlie pulled up to the floating home I had bought for Via as a wedding gift.

She looked over at me in confusion. “Whose house are we at now?”

“It’s all yours, baby,” I informed her, kissing her hands. “Why don’t you go take a look inside?”

Completely baffled, she stepped out of the car and made her way to the door. Three screeching women flew out of the front door before she could even make it halfway. She jumped up and down, joining them in their madness. “Oh, my damn—I can’t believe you guys are here!”

“Your delicious fiancé invited us.” The leader of the pack spoke up, I believed her name was Rachael.

All of a sudden, I had four pair of eyes ogling me.

Strolling closer, I wrapped my arms around my bride.

“I made a few phone calls and invited them here to keep you company while I have to be away. Don’t worry—I’m not leaving the state again this time.”

“Not to worry, Mister Rayner, sir. We will take excellent care of her while you are gone,” the tallest one assured me. I wanted to say her name was Tory.

Rachael, Tory, and I believed the other one’s name was Leslie, went back into the house once they discovered their wine glasses were empty. I was hoping they were not planning on getting my wife too drunk while they were visiting.

Via stared up at me and smiled. “I can’t believe you flew my friends here. This means so much to me, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, baby. I just want you to be happy.”

She pulled me in for a tight hug. “I am always happy with you,” she whispered, running her fingers through my hair. “Now, about this business trip, how long will you be gone?”

“Just a few hours. I need to pay a visit to a client of mine,” I told her, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Don’t worry. The girls were brought here to keep you occupied for the entire night.”

“Why Mister Rayner, I do believe you are trying to get rid of me.”

I couldn’t help but grin. “You know me so well, Mrs. Rayner. Consider this my wedding gift to you. You deserve a night with your friends. Besides, I am just following the guidelines of the contract. Madison should be on her way to keep you women in line.” I kissed her lips once more. “Enjoy your night, baby. I will see you first thing in the morning.”

* * * *

My hands shook as I sat in the backseat while Charlie drove towards the town of Shelton. I had to make a small visit to someone—a Mister Martinez at the Washington Corrections Center. I needed answers and I wanted them now.

“Good afternoon, Mister Rayner. How’s the Missus?” the bastard himself had the nerve to ask the moment I sat down across the small table from him.

He was damn lucky there were guards in each corner of the room or I would have already plowed him.

Shaking my thoughts out of my mind, I smiled at him. “She is doing quite well, no thanks to you.”

“What do you want?” he asked, his face losing its sense of humor.

We stared at each other long and hard, trying to read each other’s expressions. I managed a grin. “I’m here to make you a deal, Mister Martinez.”

“You have my attention.” His reaction was expected and satisfying.

Forming a steeple with my index fingers, I placed them over my lips with a smirk. “You are aware that I have the power to reduce your sentence. That is, if you agree to comply. I want the names of the men you hired to kidnap my wife and for you to agree to leave us alone. You help me and I give you my word to reduce your sentence to, let’s say, ten years.”