Through the Eyes of a Male Submissive (26 page)

“You never cease to amaze me, Mrs. Rayner, but you know you just about made my fucking heart stop! For those little stunts you pulled, I am forced to punish your ass!”

My heart almost jumped to my throat at the sound of his words.
He wants to spank me for doing stunts on a horse… Hmm, I think I have a way out of this one
.

“Oh Mister Rayner, if you think my riding a horse is extreme, just wait until we get back to the stables.” Before he processed what I had said, Oreo and I raced back to the stables.

As I was securing him in his stall, I waited on Mister I Never Get Nervous
.
I had to bite my lip in order to refrain from laughing my ass off at him.

It wasn’t the fact he was riding my horse that made me snicker. It was how he represented himself. Try imagining the most egotistical and “I do not get my hands dirty for anyone
”
man on the planet attempting to climb on a horse and ride. That was how Ryan looked! He may have gotten the jeans and white T-shirt part right, but he seemed rather nervous and constipated as he rode up to the stables. Thank goodness Brownie had decided not to be a bitch today and buck Ryan off.

“Not a single smart word out of you,” he demanded, picking up on my sarcastic vibe.

I couldn’t help but giggle at this point. “Why Mister Rayner, I am shocked that you would think I would ever poke fun at a first time rider!” My smile grew wider. “Tell me something. Did you make the same face when you lost your virginity? You looked very constipated…I mean concentrated!”

“Keep running that mouth Mrs. Rayner and see where it gets you.”

Ushering Brownie into her stall, I turned around to face my fiancé, who stood like he was afraid to even walk. “Is something wrong, baby?”

Before he answered my question, I already knew what was wrong with him. He was suffering a numb ass from being pressed up against the saddle too long.

Picking up a small riding crop, I made my way over to him and whacked him across the ass. A smile spread across my face as he winced in both pain and pleasure.

“That is for threatening punishment upon me when all I was trying to do is share everything about me with you.” I smacked him again. “That one is for thinking I was going to allow you to punish me in front of my own horses! I don’t think so. You are in my city now, Ryan William Rayner, and I run the show here!”

“Yes ma’am.” The only two words I wanted to hear out of him.

“Good boy.” I slapped his ass again. “That is four… Well, because I felt like it!”

Teasingly grinning, he made his way closer and wrapped his arms around me. “I am impressed with your riding skills, baby. I guess you can say that I am a tad bit envious.”

A line between my eyebrows formed in confusion. “Envious?”

“You ride a horse better than you ride your fiancé,” he replied with a smirk on his lips.

Being the smartass I am, I nodded in agreement. “That is true, but you know, it just takes practice—years upon years of practice. Do you think you can handle that?”

“Until death do us part, baby,” he stated, before slamming his lips on mine.

It took me a few seconds to catch on to what he was trying to pull. I pushed him away from me. “Mister Rayner, there will be no trying to steal my thunder!” As I was contemplating how I was going to go about doing this, an idea popped into my head. I grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him into an empty stall. Pushing his back against the far wall, holding his hands above his head, my lips trailed along his jaw and down to his neck.

Holding his hands in place by having a grip on them with my left, I unbuttoned his jeans with my right.

“Don’t move a single muscle,” I growled as I used both hands to yank his pants down, including his briefs.

Ripping his shirt off his luscious body, I took a hold of his face and pulled him atop me on a huge bale of hay. His heart slammed against his chest as he began to slide my denim jeans off.
Oh my damn, I have the same effect on him that he does on me!

Before he inserted his erection into my body, I rolled us over. Hovering over his masculine form, I carried a smirk on my cheeks. “You want me now. You can just taste me on the tip of your tongue. I am so mouth-watering to you, aren’t I?”

“Yes ma’am.”

My lips ever so softly pressed against his chest. “I would love to fuck you now, but you must learn to stop with the underestimating me. I warned you that I was not like most girls. Did you believe that I was only talking about the sex?”

“No ma’am.”

“Did you have it set in your head that my life had been set on autopilot before we met?” I shook my head.

“Not at all, baby. Please do not make me have blue balls, I beg of you.”

My ears perked up in amusement and I could not hide a grin to save my life. “You beg of me… So, we are pleading now?”

“Olivia, I have done nothing but beg for you since the day my eyes fell on you.” His eyes were sincere, and the tone of his voice was deadly serious.

Shit! Damn!
How could I turn down those dreamy sad eyes of his
?
Come on Via, you can do this. Stay strong. Don’t let him get to you so easily! Why does he have to be this damn sexy and appetizing?

Chapter Twenty-One

Keeping my poker face, I glared at him.

“Except for an orgasm, what is in this for me if I take you now on this bale of hay?”

“I would say I will buy you pony, but it seems I am a little late on that one,” he replied with a smirk.

“Why Mister Rayner, for someone who wants me so badly, you sure do have a smart-mouth.”

His grin never left his lips. “I guess you could say I have learned from the best,” he sarcastically said, pulling me in for a swift kiss before I had a chance to react.

Pushing him away once more, my eyes glowered at him. “I am being serious here, Mister Rayner. I want to know what in the hell is in it for me!”

Narrowing his gaze at me, I could tell he was becoming impatient. “If you don’t, I am going to buy you the most expensive thing I can find and wait to present it to you in front of everyone at our wedding.”

A look of horror swept across my face as I smacked his cheek, his erection pressing into my flesh. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Try me…”

Before I could say a word to rebut, I banged him inside of me.

“You are so manipulative, Ryan Rayner. We are going to have to work on that!”

He placed his hands on my hips as I pressed my pelvic bone into his. I would bite my lip when he would close his eyes and lean his head back, letting me know I was doing my job right. As I made him drill into me deeper and harder, his mouth formed the shape of an ‘O’, sending me through the roof!
Oh Mister Rayner, if fast is what you want, fast is what you shall receive!

I rammed his erection into me at a rapid pace, beginning to feel his warming liquid caressing my insides.

My mind went blank except for wanting and needing him more and more as the pressure kept building up within me.

Seconds before I allowed him to release, I pulled away from him.

“Sit up and do not move a single muscle.”

I trotted out of the room naked to return in my bright pink Stilettos.

“Remind of you something, baby?” I wondered, breezing past him and leaning against the wall. “Get your ass over here and fuck me!”

“Yes ma’am.” Striding over, he restrained my hands above my head.

A faint moan escaped my lips once he entered my body. My hands were aching to hold onto him. I was salivating at the thought of my fingernails piercing his back.

“
Oh baby
…I love you!”

“You have no idea how much I love you.” Slamming further into me, he released his grip on my hands.

My body began to twitch as my fingers traced up and down his back. My walls constricted as I began to shatter around him. Without warning, he scooped me into his arms and turned around to lay me on to the haystack. He drilled into me harder as he went into frenzy.
Oh, the faces he makes when he has reached his climax! Will I ever grow tired of him? I think not!

He stared at me with a questioning look in his eyes. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“My stepmother insisted on a family dinner tonight, and believe me, our family gatherings are polar opposite from the ones you are accustomed to.”

Having a hard time containing his laughter, he said, “There is no way it can be that bad.”

“Would you like to place a bet on this? The last time we had one of these, the cops crashed the party and one of my uncles got arrested for squirting the officer with a water gun. Yeah
,
he was drunk.” I covered my eyes since I couldn’t control my giggling.

Once I was able to regain control of myself, I ran my fingers through his hair. “My family my drive me crazy, but they have been my rock for so long. I’m nervous for you to meet them because I am really hoping that you accept them.”

He swiftly kissed my lips. “Olivia, if they are anything remotely like you I will be honored to even know them.”

“Mister Rayner, is there a reason you are trying to butter me up?”

Playfully biting his lip and looking about the room, he said, “No… No reason at all.”

* * * *

Ryan clinched on to me as I sat on his lap near the bonfire in my father’s backyard.

I sensed one of my uncles making his way over toward us. Bending until my lips met Ryan’s ear, I whispered, “I am apologizing to you now. Please ignore my loud-mouthed uncle.”

“Holy shit…Via Johnson is alive and in the flesh!” my dad’s youngest brother hollered, once he was close enough.

I smiled, knowing he was already lit. “I am very much alive and well, Uncle Andrew. I would like for you to meet my fiancé, Ryan Rayner. Ryan, this is my father’s youngest pain in the ass–I mean brother–Andrew.”

The men exchanged handshakes.

I sat there, watching and emotionally preparing myself for whatever it was getting ready to fly out of my uncle’s mouth. Ryan placed his hand back on to my leg as I looked up to see my idiotic uncle’s devilish grin form.

Good grief. What is he going to mouth-off now?

“I overheard how well you have been doing. Mister Rayner here seems to be quite the catch. I would be too if I was one of America’s richest and finest.” He took a drag from his cigarette.

Folding my arms, I narrowed my eyes at him. “I believe Ryan’s salary is absolutely nobody’s business but his. It’s not even mine!”

Ryan wrapped his arms around me. “That will change in almost a week. Everything that is mine will be yours…
Ours,
” he stated, peering up at my uncle. “Then Olivia and I will morph into one of America’s richest couples. Just between us, though, we could be dirt poor and I would still love her.”

For once in his forty-nine years, Uncle Andrew was speechless. It took him a few minutes to conjure up the words to speak. “I am glad the both of you have found happiness.”

The second my uncle strolled away, I stared at Ryan in amazement.

“How in the hell did you do that? No one–and I mean
no one–
has been able to silence him. What is your secret, Mister Rayner?”

A grin began to spread upon his lips. “Olivia, I can disarm anybody I choose.
Almost
anyone
.
You are the single one who can see right through my charm.” Kissing my shoulder, he continued, “You literally have me by the balls, baby.”

I couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of this. “Well then, what should I do with these balls of yours?”

My eyes scanned our surroundings. The crease in my forehead returned when I stumbled upon a girl a few years younger than me glaring in our direction. I had a sense of a
déjà vu
as we gazed at each other.
Have I seen her before?

“Is she a friend of yours?” Ryan interrupted my thoughts.

Shaking my head, I focused my attention back to him. “She is standing with a couple of cousins of mine, but I’ve never met her.”

“She seems to know you…”

Before I opened my mouth to speak, my dad’s eldest brother’s band started to play.

“He would be my Uncle Jim. He is the lead singer and guitarist up there. My grandparents adopted him before my father and my uncle were born.”

“He plays very well. Are you musically gifted as well?” he wondered.

I couldn’t control my laughter. “Are you kidding me? You have heard me sing! I don’t have a single musical bone in my body!” Standing up, I heated my hands up over the fire.

“Olivia Johnson-Rayner, this one is for you.” Ryan’s voice spoke louder than usual.

Assuming he was still sitting behind me, I turned around to see his chair empty.
Alright Rayner, where did you disappear to?
Looking around, my eyes fell upon him on the small stage with my uncle.