Through the Eyes of a Male Submissive (33 page)

Before I could say a word to the woman who had been my submissive before Jennifer, my cell phone rang.

I looked at the ID, sliding the screen with my fingertip to answer it.

“What?” I shouted into the phone.

My eyes widened in horror at the words spoken into my ear. “We will discuss this when I return!”

Hanging up, I shoved the phone back into my pocket.

“Are you having problems on the home front, Ryan?” Ashley wondered, staring at me with worry.

I ran my fingers through my hair, tears pushing the rims of my eyes. “My wife is going to kill me.”

“It can’t be that bad. What did you do, impregnate a woman?” Ashley snickered.

The expression on her face went from sarcastic to horrific in a matter of seconds once she saw me cringing as if I was in pain.

“Holy fucking shit! You did!” she exclaimed, her jaw almost hitting the floor.

I stood there, shaking my head in bewilderment. “I’m a fucking dead man…”

Snapping her fingers, she brought my back from my horrendous thoughts.

“Ryan, listen to me, no matter who you did this to, you have to tell her. Keeping a secret like this from her will only get you into deeper shit.”

Shit! Damn! Fuck! If I had known Jennifer was not on any contraceptive, I would have never even… ugh!
Via is going to go ape-shit. Wait… It is going to be much worse!
You might as well kiss your sorry ass goodbye, Rayner!
My thoughts were becoming darker as I walked back into our dining room.

Ashley is right. You have to tell her now and not procrastinate on it.

Sliding the door open, my breathtaking wife smiled the second she saw me. “There you are. I was beginning to think you got lost.”

I sat down and ran my fingers through my hair. “No baby, I didn’t get lost.”

“What’s wrong? You look like you have seen a ghost.” She was gazing at me with concern in her eyes.

Not yet, but getting ready to!

“Jennifer called. She’s pregnant.”

Via took a bite of her salad, obviously not thinking much of what I had just said.

“Jennifer is having a baby? She and Jason must be happy. I bet William and Sarah are through the roof with the whole two grand babies being expected.”

She paused to gaze up at my restless face. “Wait, when you say Jennifer is pregnant…”

“I mean the child she is carrying belongs to me, not Jason.” I finished her sentence, fidgeting in my seat.

My heart pounded against my chest as I waited for her response. To my surprise, she didn’t say a single word. Picking up her wine glass, I had expected her to chuck it across the table at me. Even though all she did was take a sip and set the glass down, my body still ached.
I know silence is deadly, but my wife’s stillness is fucking lethal!

* * * *

Via remained quiet throughout dinner and the ride back to the house.
Shit! Damn! Fuck! You have fucked things up this time, Rayner!

She still refused to talk as she walked into the house, and made her way into our bedroom. I watched from the doorway as she pulled her suitcase out of the closet, and packed her clothes into it.

“Baby,
please
, I am begging you, do not do this.”

She picked up her bag and stood right in front of me. “Out of my way, Ryan.”

Her tone was furiously bitter as she glared at me. I had no choice but to step out of the doorway.

I followed her outside. “Baby, please talk to me about this. Don’t leave angry.”

She stopped to turn around and stare at me. “Don’t leave angry? Fine!”

Forcing a smile on her face, she walked backwards. “Are you happy now, Ryan? I’m not leaving fucking angry. I’m not shitting anything but rainbows and bunny rabbits over here!”

I tried my damnedest not to crack a smile as I crept closer towards her. “If you want to leave, we can leave. We arrived here together, we are leaving together.”

She gripped her suitcase tighter. “I want to go home! Back to where life was much simpler. I wish I had never met your fucked up ass!”

Understanding her spiteful words were out of anger, I nodded. “At least let me drive you to the airport.”

Without saying a word, she walked to the car and settled herself into the passenger seat.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

My stubborn wife did not speak a single word during the drive to the airport.

“Olivia Marie Rayner, you are going to talk to me sooner or later. It may as well be now,” I insisted as we waited for her plane to Aspen.

She looked over at me. Her anger had turned into sorrow.

“What is it that you want me to say, Ryan? Tell me how I am supposed to feel?
Oh
, congratulations Mister Rayner, you managed to impregnate your wife and your ex-submissive!” She rolled her eyes in aggravation.

She shook her head before continuing, “I could never hate you, Ryan, but everything has gone to hell in a hurry!”

My eyes flitted over to meet her gaze. “You believe that running away is the solution?”

“I’m not running, Ryan.”

“Oh really, Via? Take a look around. You made me promise always to talk to me whenever we come across a problem. You are such a hypocrite!” I was trying to keep my cool.

Her eyes blinked a few times, taken aback by my words. “I’m the hypocrite? Are you fucking serious?”

“If I recall, the threesome was your idea!” I hissed.

She stood up, grabbed her suitcase, and slapped me hard across the face before trotting off to board her plane.

Shit! Damn! Fuck!
My fingers fisted through my hair at the thought of her being gone and out of my life just like that! I stood there, gawking at Via’s plane until it left for take-off.

Where in the fuck do I go from here?

* * * *

The beach house was lonely and empty without the company of my wife. My parents had warned me about the first year of marriage being a doozy, but they did not caution me about the first forty-eight hours!

Plopping my ass on to the couch with a beer in my hand, I took a swig and contemplated my options. I sank into the couch. I could stay here forever, sulk in my misery, and let Via and Jennifer split my bank accounts. Of course, my family would be pissed about this choice to seclude myself from everyone, particularly my future child…
Wait
—
children!
My head flung back at the thought of having more than one baby with two different women.

“Shit! Damn! Fuck! How could I let this shit happen?”

“That’s right Ryan William Rayner, how in the hell could you let this shit happen?” a familiar voice spoke.

I nearly broke my neck, turning around to meet her gaze. “Via, baby, you came back!” Rushing over to her, I almost knocked us over as I wrapped my arms around her. I held her face in the palms of my hands, while I kissed her sweet lips.

She pushed me away. “The plane was just about ready to leave for the runway until I bolted out of my seat and ran to the captain’s cockpit. I explained everything to him, in much detail, and he was kind enough to let me deboard. I had to catch a cab because you had already left. Are you going to explain to me why in the hell you didn’t come after me?”

“I thought you didn’t want us anymore, Via.”

Before she spoke to rebut, she grabbed my hands and held the left for display. Waving it around, she traced my wedding ring with her thumb. “Ryan William Rayner, I married your dumb ass for a reason. I do not go around promising forever to every man on this planet. I am just not that type of woman!” She peered up at me. “I am in love with you, you idiot! We may drive each other bat-shit crazy, but you are the only man I want to do that with.”

I held on to her left hand, tracing her ring as she did the same with mine. “You mean to tell me that you are not upset about Jennifer’s condition?” I questioned, looking into her eyes through my lashes.

“Oh Mister Rayner, I am beyond upset about this. The thought of you fathering another child irks me to the extreme.” She took a deep breath in and released it before continuing. “
But
, we do not know if this child is even yours. There is the possibility of it being Jason’s. It also has not been proven that she is even pregnant.” She shook her head.

Waving her hand, she glared at me as she spoke. “All of this will be discussed once we return home. The rest of this week, you are mine and only mine, do you hear me?”

Before I could even respond, she reached into the pocket of my jeans and pulled out my phone, as well as grabbing her own and turned them off.

“No more techno-gadgets during the remainder of our honeymoon. If any of us need to make a call, we may use the house phone and that is it. Is this going to be a problem for you, Mister Rayner?” she wondered, narrowing her eyes at me.

I playfully bit my lip. “No ma’am.”

She smiled as if those words were her absolute favorite, tapping my ass as she strolled towards the bedroom. “If you knew what was good for your health, you would be getting your ass in gear and following me.”

* * * *

“Ah, baby!” I winced in both pain and pleasure.

My wife had me blindfolded and bound to the headboard of our bed.

“Silence, Mister Rayner!” she demanded as she slashed me with the whip once more.

I heard the whip fall to the floor, then felt Via straddle herself on to my manhood as she removed the blindfold. My head went back as she moved her hips.

Leaning her torso into me, she pressed her lips against my ear. “You are hereby grounded from coming in me until further notice, Mister Rayner. You must learn that you are not, by any means, a sperm bank. Impregnating a woman other than your wife is an absolute no-no!”

“What will you do to me if I come, Mrs. Rayner?” I asked bringing my head up to look at her.

She narrowed her eyes at me. “Ryan William Rayner, if you come after I have specifically told you not to, not only will you suffer from having blue balls for the rest of the week, but I will punish you like you wouldn’t believe!”

I could feel the pressure already building up as she rode me harder and faster, “Oh baby, I am so close!”

“I mean it! You shatter in me, your ass is toast!” She quickly untied me and rolled us over so I was on top.

“You are so domineering, Olivia Marie Rayner.” Pulling out of her, I trailed kisses from her chest all the way down to her stomach.

Powerfully spreading her legs wider with my hands, I buried my face in her sex, and enjoyed every second of her moaning.

Her body began to twitch. “Oh baby!”

Seconds before her body prepared to release, I removed my face from her sex. “Since I cannot come tonight, neither can you. Good night, Mrs. Rayner.” With that, I threw my body on my side of the bed, kissing her hair and turning over.

“You have to be kidding me!” she growled.

I couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of victory being mine. I knew she would find a way to pay me back somehow, but I didn’t care.

* * * *

My body practically bolted out of bed the moment feeling the slight pressure building up in my manhood.

Holy fuck! Is this happening?
I had to adjust my eyes more than once for my brain to process that my wife was straddling her moist self on me.

Wait a second… Is she asleep? Holy fucking shit!

Resting my arms behind my head, I obeyed the rule of never waking up a sleepwalker or in this case, sleep-fucker.

Before I could so much as even blink, my wife’s hand slapped my face, causing my erection to reach further into her. Groaning, she shattered all around me and crashed her body against my chest.

* * * *

“Good morning, baby.” I decided to surprise my beautiful wife with breakfast in bed.

Sitting up, she glared at me with a confused look on her face. “What did you do now, Mister Rayner
,
in order to feel the need to treat me like this?”

“Oh Mrs. Rayner, this is from nothing I did. This is all you.” Setting the tray across her lap, I smiled at her.

A line in her forehead appeared. “Me? What did I do?”

“Let’s just say you gave me quite the wake-up call earlier. Trust me baby, I did not mind at all.” I kissed the line on her forehead.

“Eat. I have a big day planned for us.”

She frowned at me. “I was hoping to lounge around today and have sex with my husband.”

“Believe me, baby, we will be getting wet today. That’s all I’m saying. Eat up and get dressed. I will be waiting for you in the living room.”

She rolled her eyes as she started in on her chocolate chip pancakes and apple-buttered toast.