Through the Eyes of a Male Submissive (40 page)

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Mrs. Claus and I found ourselves in the bedroom again a couple of hours later. She looked sexy as hell in her outfit, but that did not keep me from shredding it off her.

“You are my Submissive Santa tonight,” my wife growled, pushing me on to the bed and clambering on top of me.

She tugged my pants and boxers off, tossing them on the floor. Turning her body around, her ass was in my face as she forced all of my manhood into her mouth.

Shit! Damn! Fuck!

My hands took a hold of her hips as I buried my face into her, using my fingers to spread her apart.

I could feel my dick growing inside of her mouth as I felt her wetness on my tongue. “Oh, baby… I’m going to come!”

Adjusting her body, she slammed my dick into her. “I want you to fuck me hard Santa!”

Tackling her, I rolled us over so she was on bottom. Grinding into her harder than I ever had, I held on to her headboard for support.

“Oh… Son of a bitch, baby!” I groaned, pushing into her deeper as she spread her legs.

She began to twitch and move her hips along with my movement, a sign letting me know she was getting ready to come. Instead of easing up on her, I fisted her hair and yanked a bit as I drilled faster and harder into her.

Her body detonated around me like a ticking time bomb. “Ho, ho, ho. Merry fucking Christmas to me!”

I pumped myself in and out of her, clutching on to the sheets as I came into her body over and over. Pulling out, I laid on the bed beside her, reeling her body closer to mine, and kissing her.

“Oh, Santa—you sure know how to deliver a package!” she spoke, still working on catching her breath.

I took a hold of her hands and kissed them. “Everyone knows that Santa is nothing without Mrs. Claus.”

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My wife rolled her eyes from the passenger seat of the car as I drove towards my mother’s annual Christmas party.

“Thank you so much for warning me this party is one of the fancy-pansy ones. I left the stick to put up my ass at home.”

I couldn’t hide my smile at her sarcastic words. “I have no idea why you complaining. You charm everyone at these functions. You always have everyone eating out of the palm of your hands.”

“I have a surprise for you, Mister Rayner.” Biting her lip, she fluttered her eyes in my direction.

“What’s that?”

Without saying a word, she grabbed my right hand, placing it between her legs.

My manhood became alert at the fact she has not been wearing any panties. I was salivating for her the second my finger touched one of the silver balls inside of her.
Holy fucking shit!

She must have noticed the shocked expression on my face, since she was now grinning. “We are going to see how good I have gotten. This will end in one of two ways, total embarrassment or hot as hell.”

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At the dinner table, I found my hand wandering up and down my wife’s thigh more than usual.

It baffled me at how often her submissive side had showed since finding out about being pregnant. She had gone so far as to beg me to take control, which was not like her at all!

“Ryan, Olivia tells us the two of you have started work on franchising her restaurant business.” My father spoke, disturbing me from my thoughts.

I flashed my business-like grin after taking a sip of wine. “We have bought a building in Vegas. The place will be up and running in a couple of months.”

He nodded in approval. “I think it is marvelous that you have married a young woman with such amazing talent.”

“Oh believe me, so do I.”

I gave her knee a light squeeze as I stared in her eyes, reflecting back on all of our memories in this house, good and bad.

The moment I thought I had lost her forever when she walked in on Jennifer kissing me. Slapping my cheek seconds before locking her lips on Charlie and dashing out of the house.

Looking around the table, I realized my wife and I were sitting at the exact spot the evening I had proposed to her in front of her father. She had already agreed to marry me, but I sensed the need to seal the deal with a ring and proper proposal. That little stunt earned me my first ever playroom spanking. My ass was sore as the hell following morning, but worth it.

Chapter Thirty-Four

“Hurry up, Via! We are late enough as it is!” I called out from the bottom of the stairwell to my stubborn wife. She had been spending the last three hours dashing from our closet to the bathroom, putting on and stripping off dress after dress.

This woman never ceases to amaze me! She can wake up late on a Monday morning, but still manage to shower, dress, and scurry out the door all in twenty minutes time without being late to work. Tell her weeks before about my company’s annual New Year’s Eve party, though, and she will still spend hours upon hours preparing herself until the last possible second.

At last, her breathtaking figure glared at me from the top of the stairs. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, biting the insides of my cheeks as I skimmed her luscious impregnated body. She sighed with aggravation as she tapped her right foot, a small habit I have grown quite fond of.

I stared at her, bewildered.

“I look like a pregnant cow. See what you have done to me?”

My lips pursed together to keep my pearly whites from flashing.

I stared up into her beautiful green eyes. “Yes on the pregnant and no on the cow. You look perfect, Via. Aside from that comment you just made, you took my breath away the second I looked at you.”

“Uh-huh. You are just saying this so I won’t turn around to find something else to wear. On second thought, maybe I should.” She contemplated the idea, her foot tapping coming to a complete halt.

“Woman, you leave me no choice.” I jogged the short amount of stairs and hoisted her into my arms.

“Why can’t you ever believe me when I tell you that you look stunning? You are too obstinate for your own good, Olivia Rayner.”

She squirmed as I held her slung over one of my shoulders, smacking her ass cheeks all the way out to the car. Even though she was begging me to put her down, I sensed her smile burning a hole in the middle of my back.

“You don’t play fair,” she complained seconds before I placed her into the passenger’s seat.

She eyeballed me as I walked around to the other side. She didn’t speak a single word to me, and knowing my Via as well as I do, she wasn’t about to say anything, either.

“Are you planning on ignoring me the rest of the night? If you are, would you please stop flaring those cute little nostrils of yours? It’s rather distracting.”

“You just don’t get it, do you Ryan? I hate it when you feel the need to man-handle me.” She scowled in my direction. “Don’t look at me like you have no idea what I am talking about, and keep your eyes on the road. I’m not in the mood to pay a visit to the Emergency Room.”

A smile wanted to form on to my lips, but I managed to refrain by keeping my eyes on the road. They would flick over to her every few seconds on their own free will.

Before I said anything to rebut, a set of bright headlights came straight towards us.

“Ryan, look out!” she yelled as she grasped on the handle near her head.

“Hold on, baby!” I tried my hardest to keep the impact from happening, but failed. Inadvertently, I made it worse as I swerved on to a patch of black ice.

The speeding car slammed closer to my side, causing my face to slam against the steering wheel. After several minutes of being unconscious, I came to. My eyes fluttered open and adjusted to see my wife’s head smashed up against the window. My eyes fixated on the blood dripping from her nose.

I tried shaking her awake while calling her name, but her body fell limp.

I searched for a pulse… Nothing.

My heart raced and my mouth went dry as I began to panic. “No, baby, no. You can’t do this to me! Come back to me, damn it!”

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I fisted my fingers through my hair as they trembled with fear and anger. The alcoholic bastard who slammed into us was walking around, talking with his words slurred. My pregnant wife was unconscious, now being cut out of our car by firefighters, and what—the asshole who caused all of this shit was allowed to stumble out of this with hardly a scratch?

A couple of the officers on the scene spoke to me, keeping my mind busy so I would not kill the son of a bitch myself. I observed as another officer arrested the low-life prick
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placing him into the backseat of his squad car, and driving off with his lights on and siren sounding.

The dick had no fucking clue that he had messed with the wrong person.
I am going to throw the entire fucking book at him. His ass will have to take out a loan just to shit by the time I am finished!

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The hospital instantly admitted my wife into the Intensive Care Unit upon arrival. I hated seeing her this way, hooked up to machines and lifeless.

Thankfully, they did not have to hook her to any breathing machines, but the doctor made sure to drill into my head her condition was still critical until her brain swelling subsided.

With my head in my hands, I peered up to stare at her heart monitor and listen to the beeping. The lines were falling as she struggled to catch her breath.

“Come on baby, breathe for me
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” I rushed to her side, taking a hold of her chilled hand.

She flat-lined and my heart stopped.

I darted out of the room and into the hallway. “We need some help in here right fucking now!”

A pile of doctors and nurses flew into my wife’s room, shutting me out so they could work on her.

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Pacing the floor a few feet away from her door, I was not able to sit even if I wanted to. After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened and the doctor from before stared at me. The expression on his face was neither hopeful nor sorrowful.

“We have hooked her up to a machine to help her breathe. She is stable now, but who is to say she will not take a turn for the worse? We are going to keep a close eye on her. Hopefully the swelling will go down within the next twelve hours.”

“What about our baby?”

He reassuringly smiled. “The baby is stable as well, but everything is just too early to tell.”

Shaking my head, I no longer wanted to listen to what he had to say. All I needed was to be with my wife—hold her hand and kiss her. Make it clear to her I wouldn’t be too upset if she decided to let go. I needed to let her know I would always love and cherish her. No matter what happened, she would always be my beautiful and stubborn wife.

Taking a hold of her, my tears fell onto her hand. Sensing my faith slipping away, I gazed at the lifeless expression on her face.

“It’s okay to let go, baby.” I kissed her cold and dry lips.

My heart sank when her heart monitor didn’t beep like crazy like it had the time before.

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As much as I hated to, I had to get out of there. My heart couldn’t take watching my wife and child die.

Madison agreed to stay with her as I stormed out of the hospital. I wanted the son of a bitch who did this to my family dead and gone!

“If you want somebody, take me—not them!” Once I was far enough from the hospital, I shouted up at the dark sky at the top of my lungs.

Falling to the ground on my knees, I did something I had not done in years—I prayed until my head ached. I allowed my body to collapse on the grass, unable to feel the beating of my heart as I sobbed into the earth.
How in the fuck am I supposed to go on without my wife and little one?
I won’t be able even to breathe if they are snatched away from me!

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“How are they?” I asked Madison the second I stepped back into the room after gaining some control of myself.

Madison stared up at me with a heartfelt smile. “The doctor checked her over and said the swelling is going down. We are still playing the waiting game, but honestly Ryan, have you ever known Via to give up so quickly?”

A small grin escaped from my lips as I shook my head. “No, it isn’t her style. She is so damn stubborn.”

“That is because Olivia Rayner isn’t going anywhere!” She patted my shoulder right before leaving the room.

Lying beside my wife, I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her hair.

“Baby, I need to make a confession. I lied to you before when I told you it was alright if you let go. The truth is, my dumb ass would not have any idea how to live without you.”

Holding her hand, my thumb rubbed her skin. “I need you to wake up. Not just for me, but for our beautiful baby. She is depending on her mommy to be strong enough to pull through this. I do not have a single doubt in my mind your stubborn ass can.”

Bringing her hand up to my lips, I kissed her fingers.

“All you have to do is let me see those gorgeous eyes of yours. If you can do this for me, I promise to be a better husband and not surprise you anymore. For a while, that is.” I placed my hand on her belly as our little one kicked.