Through the Eyes of a Male Submissive (23 page)

She moaned and stuck her ass further up into the air, pressing it against my stomach. The pressure built in my groin. I pulled out of her.

“On the bar now!” Without any hesitation, she crawled on top of the counter. I clambered atop her and found my way inside her once more. “Wrap your legs around me!”

With her legs wrapped around me, I was able to push deeper into her.

“Oh…” she groaned aloud, gripping on to either side of bar.

Her back arched, driving me insane. The pressure was building inside me once more. “Come for me, baby!” I drilled harder into her, forcing her breasts to bounce.

Just like that, her body shattered all around mine. I pressed my hands against the countertop as my world traveled so high and crashed back down.

My dominance vanished the second I rested my head on her chest. Still inside her, I kissed every square inch of her neck and chest. “I love you, Olivia Marie Rayner.”

“Marry me, Ryan.”

I couldn’t hide my smile at her words. “We are, in less than a month.”

She shook her head. “I don’t know if I can wait that long. I’m a little anxious about this honeymoon sex you speak so highly of.”

“Let me get this straight. You want to marry me, not because you are in love with me, but because you are curious about the sex?” I attempted to contain my laughter. “I thought a woman’s sex drive disappeared shortly after saying ‘I do’?”

“Believe me, that is not the case here.” She looked around as if she realized where we were. “Shit! I need to get up, but first…” She banged her lips against mine.

Sliding out of her, I stood as she sat up. I grasped her thighs and smashed my lips against hers once more. Pulling away, I grinned.

“I love fucking the boss.”

She hopped off the bar and recovered her slacks. “Well then, this counter better be spotless by the time I return.”

Straightening out her outfit, she trotted away from me.

Holy shit!
This woman is sexy as hell when she allows her dominant side to take over.

Deciding to be a good submissive, I scrubbed the bar until my hands burned, somewhat due to being scared of what in the hell she had in store for me. I also needed her in a decent mood when I tell her about her estranged mother’s visit.

It didn’t take long for her to stroll back into the room with a smirk on her face. “You look so sexy behind that counter.”

I rolled my eyes. “I have some news for you. Sit.”

She took a seat on a stool and stared, waiting for me to speak. “What’s wrong, Ryan?”

“There is no easy for me to tell you this, so I am just going to come right out and say it.” I sighed as I looked into her eyes. “Your mother showed up at the house the night you were with your friends.”

Her eyes widened as her mouth fell open. “Claire was in our home? What in the hell did she want?” she asked through gritted teeth, fists forming.

I shook my head. “She never told me what she wanted. Personally, I believe she was here to check me out, making sure her daughter was marrying a worthy guy.”

“Humph. She wouldn’t know what worthy was even if it bit her on the ass!” She hit her hands upon the counter.

It took her a few moments, but she composed herself. “Have you heard any more from her?”

“No I haven’t, baby. That was the first and only time I have heard from her. Maybe Anthony had a few words with her.”

She glared at me. “My dad knows she is here? Of course, that’s why he showed up at the house when I wasn’t there.”

Walking around the counter, I touched her shoulder. “Please don’t be mad at me. I was trying to protect you. I know how you feel about your mother and I didn’t want to stress you out, but there is more you should know. Madison was the one who gave her our address, but she had a reason. What that is I have no clue. I haven’t had the chance to talk with her yet.”

“Will you please keep me informed on this?” She relaxed her hands and took a hold of mine. “Before the wedding would be nice. I don’t want that bitch showing up!”

Picking her up, I slung her over my shoulders and tapped her ass. “I’m taking you out of here whether you like it or not, Mrs. Rayner.”

I carried her outside and into the car. Smiling as I made my way over to the driver’s side, I heard her swearing at me.

Her eyes burned my skin. “You just love manhandling me, don’t you?”

“Just a tad.” I sped off, burning rubber as I drove towards the other house.

“Where are we going?” She stared at me in confusion.

“Until Madison, Charlie, and I can figure out what this deal with your mother involves, you will be staying with your friends,” I instructed, hoping she would not make a big deal out of this.

She blinked a few times. “You’re kicking me out of our home?”

“Just until we get everything straightened out. I’m sure your friends will enjoy your company.” I pulled up to the house. “Just please, I beg of you, no more Evel Knievel stunts while you are here.”

“I can’t make any promises.” She winked at me as she climbed out of the car.

She stopped to turn around and stuck her tongue out at me.

Oh, what I would like for her to do with her tongue!

“Don’t stare at me like that or I will spank you right here and now!”

Before I was able to rebut, her friends burst out of the front door. The song
Gangnam Style
blared from the stereo.

Great, I’m entrusting my wife’s life into the hands of monkeys. Wait a minute
, I thought, taking a whiff.
Drunken monkeys
!

“Good evening, Ryan. Thank you for bringing Via back. We promise not to render her comatose this time.” Leslie, the quiet and responsible one spoke. “I will personally ensure that Victoria will not pressure her into anything reckless.”

“Thank you, Leslie.”

I grinned as I spun Via around and plowed my lips into hers. “You will be home as soon as we dig up more information on Claire.”

* * * *

Madison and Charlie were waiting for me at the house when I arrived. Tossing my keys on the counter, I asked, “How is the search coming along?”

“Not well, Ryan. We cannot find any shred of evidence to link anyone to the kidnapping,” Madison stated as she handed me a manila folder.

“This is all I found on her and her family. I am still going to dig more. I dusted your office for any fingerprints and sent them to the lab this morning. My forensic team is expected to call with whatever they come across.”

I opened the folder and skimmed through the paperwork. “Thank you for offering to help, Madison.”

“Anything for you and Via.” Tucking her hair behind her ears, she continued. “She made me her maid of honor. I know this isn’t relevant, but I do not get to do very many girly things.”

Before anyone could say another word, the doorbell rang. I strolled to the front door and opened it. My eyes widened in bewilderment.
You have to be kidding me!

“Well, if it isn’t the infamous Mike Hunt. I’m sorry, Via isn’t here. She is staying with her friends for a few days.”

“Please, call me Michael, and I am here to pay you a visit.” He extended his right hand out to me.

I glared at him for a few seconds, shaking his hand with a firm grip. “What may I assist you with this evening, Mister Huntington?”

“Mister Rayner, I had no idea Via had not discussed her business strategy with you first. If this arrangement is going to be an issue, I can back out.”

As delectable as his offer sounded, I shook my head. “No man, we’re cool. Via and I had a nice long chat about everything.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “However, if you ever hurt my sister in any way, shape, or form, you will no longer be able to dance to
Baby Got Back
.”

He nodded. “Right. Sorry. Via can be convincing when she wants to be. She offered me two-hundred bucks to strip for you that night.”

My eyes widened in shock. “Did Via by any chance pay you to flirt with my sister?”

“Don’t worry. I gave her the money back once I realized I didn’t need it.” He rolled his eyes.

I held up one of my hands as if to stop him from talking. “No need to go into any details, Huntington. My wife seems to have a lot of trust in you. You better not screw her over, either.”

He shook his head. “I would never hurt Via, Amanda, or anybody. What is with you and believing that I am out to get everybody?”

“It’s not you. We are a little high-strung here, trying to figure out who kidnapped Via a few weeks ago.” I ran my fingers through my hair.

He had been silent as he followed me into the living room where Charlie and Madison waited.

“Michael, this is FBI agent Madison White who is helping me with the case. I believe you have already met Charlie…”

Charlie stared at him as we walked into the room. He had to turn his head in order to keep from laughing, remembering that night.

Michael’s eyes grew wider. “Wait a minute…Via had been kidnapped?”

“Yes and whoever did it knows how to cover their tracks well. We haven’t had any leads to go on or anything. If you spot anything strange or out of the ordinary at the restaurant, please let me know ASAP,” I pleaded, the tone of my voice sincere.

He looked at Madison and back to me. “Now you mention it, there was a car parked across the road before tonight’s trial run. I did not pay much attention, but this vehicle gave me the creeps.”

Chapter Nineteen

Floating Home-Seattle, Washington. Via Johnson

When the girls passed out, I tiptoed upstairs to check out mine and Ryan’s bedroom.

I opened the door and flipped on the lights. Light pink rose pedals ascended from the floor near my feet to the bed. Right smack-dab in the middle of the bed, there sat a teddy bear with a small card propped in its lap.

Picking up the card, I read it.

Thank you for the kinky bar sex, Mrs. Rayner. Just wait until the honeymoon.

P.S. I’m looking forward to your punishing me later.

P.S.S. Sleep well, baby. 

I picked up the teddy bear and held it against my chest. Strangely enough, it even smelled like him!
How is it possible for me to miss this man after a few short hours? What on earth has he done to me?
He had turned me into this vulnerable individual-the kind of person that I had poked fun at not even a few months ago.

Everyone has seen those people—the couples at the grocery store with their hands all over each other like two wolves in heat with their
I love you baby’s
all over the place.

Yeah…
Those
. The ones that make a single person want to vomit. Even when I had been dating Michael, I always wondered how in the hell someone would allow themselves to act like that, and in public even!

Ryan Rayner had turned my world upside-down. He had transformed me into a hypocrite!

The couples holding hands and being lovey in public had nothing us, especially considering we had sex in a hospital bed and on top of a bar.

How in the world could I have let this happen? Not the sex—the sex was amazing! The fact that I had let him turn me into one of those women that has to pine over their men, however…
I am so spanking him for this!

Being my usual nosy self, I sniffed around the room, opening the closet and dresser drawers.

Ah-ha…Found it!
Mister Technological himself always had a gadget hidden in the bedroom. At least it was a computer this time instead of a concealed camera.

Switching the contraption on—I believe it was called iPad—I stared at it in amazement. How in the hell did I become so techno-illiterate?
I think I can blame my father for this one.

Give me a decked out kitchen and some ingredients, and I will be able to charm the pants off anyone. Hand me anything high-tech and I transform into an idiot!
Quit belly aching, Via. This is just like the phone Ryan gave you. You can do this…

Unlocking the screen, I smiled the second the background image appeared. It was a picture of Ryan kneeling in front of me, when he proposed while we were at his parents’ house. I didn’t recall anyone taking any pictures, but then again, I wasn’t paying a bit of attention to our surroundings.

My finger swiped the screen towards the right, revealing more of the picture. The phrase “The Second Best Day of My Life” had been scribbled in big green neon letters closer towards the bottom and where I couldn’t see before due to the apps on the previous page.

Before I could pick up my phone to text and ask him what he meant by second best day, an alert note popped through the iPad and I tapped on it.

The number one best day of my life will be the day we say “I Do”…