Through the Eyes of a Male Submissive (27 page)

Oh, my damn… What in the hell is he going to do now?

My uncle placed a wooden stool near Ryan, handing him an acoustic guitar with a little smile as Ryan whispered something to him. He nodded and strolled to the back of the stage to chat with his band mates. After several seconds of waiting, Uncle Jim went back to standing by Ryan and began playing a familiar tune.

Is this
She’s Everything
by Brad Paisley?
My thoughts went wild as my fiancé stole the attention of my family members. My cheeks reddened in partial embarrassment and pride. Yes, I was proud my baby had found a way to bond with the Uncle I was closest to and was charming the pants off the rest of my family.

Making my way closer towards the stage, I gawked at him in utter amazement. Out of the corner of my eye, I recognized a girl staring at us a few moments ago gazing at my man!

Quit being a jealous fiancée, Via!

Ryan jumped down from the stage, still singing into the microphone, and strolled over to me. Taking a hold of one of my hands and twirling me around, he planted a huge kiss on me while Uncle Jim took over the vocals.

“How is that for spontaneity?” he whispered, then dipped me and kissed me once more.

“You are in deep shit for making me blush in front of our family, once again!” I warned him the second he picked me up and held me.

The girl who had been staring at us all evening gathered up enough balls to approach us, standing behind my cousin, Justin, of course.

Smiling at him, I tried my best not to glare at her. “Justin, I believe you have not introduced us to your friend.”

Justin grinned as he held on to her. “This is my girlfriend, Lauren Roberts. Lauren, this is my amazing cousin I was telling you about, Via.”

Ryan almost choked on the beer he had been taking a swig of, passing it off as chugging it too fast.

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t mind him. He doesn’t know how to drink a beer properly.” I extended my hand out to Lauren.

“It is so great to meet you, Lauren. This means that I totally lose my five dollars I placed into the bet about Justin being gay. You win some, you lose some I guess.”

Ryan’s gaze burned like hot coals as Justin punched my arm. “You were in on that bet too?”

“I’m sorry buddy, but everyone was involved,” I said, grabbing Ryan’s hands and wrapping them around my waist.

My husband’s breathing and blood pressure slowed down.
Men…Such hotheaded creatures!

Ryan finally cleared his throat. “Will you be attending the wedding?”

My sarcastic-mouthed cousin’s ears perked up. “We wouldn’t miss it for the world. You see, I am not the one who had bets going around. Everyone had money set on how long it would take for Via to get married.”

“You can shut up now, Justin,” I said through my gritted teeth as my foot shot up. I missed his nut sack since he had jumped back.

Ryan hoisted me over his shoulder and tapped my ass. “You will have to excuse her. She is very feisty tonight. It was pleasant meeting you both.”

“Put me down!” I shrieked, kicking my feet into the air.

“If I let you go, are you going to act like a child?” he asked and smacked my ass again.

Sighing, I shook my head. “No sir.”

The second he set me back on my feet, I took off running like a bat out of hell. I turned around and stuck my tongue out at him. “You can’t catch me!”

With a grin on his face, he launched for me. “I wouldn’t bet on that!”

I turned around to see where I was going and then started running faster into the open field, towards the tree house. Climbing the rope like a skilled monkey, I leapt on to the ledge of the tree house. I kept the rope in my grip so he had no way to reach me.

He ran up to the tree house, out of breath. “Olivia Marie Rayner, do not make me come up there.”

Shaking the rope at him, I couldn’t help but smirk. “There’s only one way up, baby!”

“Fine. Is this how you want to be? I am going home without you.”

I threw the rope down. “Oh, get your ass up here, you big baby.”

The moment his feet hit the platform, I did not allow him to speak. Pressing my lips on his, I pushed him in through the doorway and on to the couch. I took a few steps back and began to remove my clothing one piece at a time. Letting my shirt fall to the floor, I unhooked my bra, wiggled out of it, and tossed it at him. Sliding down my white skirt, I let it crash to my ankles and stepped out. Giving him more of a show, I turned my back towards him and slid my underwear down, bending all the way to my ankles, lifting one foot up at a time to escape from them. Still bent down, I caressed my recently shaved legs all the way up to my thighs.

I turned my body around to face him again. “I have a surprise for you, baby.”

He sat there with his eyes widened to the shape of almonds, not able to speak even if he tried.

Sucking on my index finger, I trailed it all the way down my chin, neck, and belly, stopping at my pubic hairline. I continued to trail my finger down my sex, pulling out two silver balls and pitching them on to his lap. He groaned in absolute approval, squeezing his manhood.

“Stand up, baby,” I commanded, strolling closer towards him.

My fingers began unbuttoning his white shirt, pushing it off his body and on to the floor. Trailing down his appetizing abdomen, I touched the button of his slacks and tugged until it released. Unzipping his pants, I pulled them along with his boxers down to his ankles. I trailed faint kisses up one of his legs then stopped once I reached his manhood. Shoving him back on the couch, I straddled my legs over him and stuck my ass in his face.

Without so much as a warning, I slammed his erection into my mouth. He grasped my ass cheeks as if to keep his balance, he sent me through the roof the second his tongue grazed my sex.
Oh, what this man does to me!
Clutching on to his thighs, I swirled my tongue around the tip of his erection, causing him to lick my sex faster and harder.

Before either of us could come, I curved my body around to face him and shoved his manhood into me. I leaned in to kiss his lips, working my way down to his neck and chest. Rolling us over so he would be on top, my amazing husband thrust in and out of me, causing my tits to bounce.

I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to me and pressed my lips against his.

“I love you, baby.”

My words must have been the trigger. His erection detonated into me as I shattered around him.

He buried his face into my neck, planting kisses on my flesh. “You are an amazing woman, Olivia Rayner.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Private Jet Headed Towards Home. Ryan Rayner

Hours after her family’s cookout, Via and I found ourselves back on the plane heading towards Seattle.

I tried my best to hide my smile as the aircraft lifted for take-off. She loathed this part!

“Where did you learn to play guitar like that?” She stared at me, trying to keep her mind busy.

“I was backstage at a Brad Paisley concert a few years ago…”

She held up her hand as if to shut me up. “Please do not tell me you saved the man’s life and he offered free guitar lessons!”

Rolling my eyes, I shook my head at her. “No, all I did was observe his technique. I am surprised that I was able to pick it up.”

“I’m not. You are a very talented musician.”

“Why Mrs. Rayner, are you trying to butter me up?” Moving out of my seat, I hovered over her. “How is it you make me want you so damn much?”

Biting her lip, she peered into my eyes while hers danced. “I have no idea. It could be the tiny blue pill I slipped into your drink this evening.” She was grinning.

My eyes widened in both shock and excitement. “Olivia Marie Rayner, did you roofie my beer?”

She shook her head. “Not yet, but don’t tempt me or I will when you least expect it. Oh my damn! Our wedding day is less than a week away!”

I kissed her lips to shut her up and calm her down. “Everything is going to be fine, baby. There is no need to be nervous. I cannot wait to finally make you my wife.”

“Are you sure I am the one you want? Everyone with eyeballs can see Jennifer would fuck you any chance she could get.” Her eyes rolled in agitation.

“Jennifer is a part of my past. You are my future, Olivia Rayner.”

* * * *

My Place-Aspen, Colorado. Lauren Roberts

After twenty-one years of hearing my mother going on and on about Olivia’s perfection, I am getting my revenge on my supposedly amazing half-sister.

I have been waiting for this fucking day since the day I realized I was my mother’s attempt to replace Miss Excellence.

“Olivia graduated with honors with culinary and pastry arts degrees,” my mother and father would gloat. “Olivia is tying the knot. Olivia has opened up her own restaurant in Seattle…”

Olivia fucking this, Olivia fucking that!

What about Lauren, hmmm, mother and father? Does the fact I graduated college a year early with a degree in forensic science even count? What about dating Justin for two years? Oh I’m sorry… Wrong damn daughter!

Mommy dearest has no idea what I have in store for her and that golden child of hers, but just wait until they find out! My darling parents are going to pay for treating my brother and I like shit our entire lives, forcing us to listen to them ramble about how great Olivia is. The saddest part was the girl who had been so stellar wasn’t even fucking around! How would mommy and daddy feel if the child of pure perfection was no longer around? What would they think if she were as dead as how they made me and Logan feel for so many years? Everyone is going to know our pain and feel it very fucking soon!

* * * *

Via’s Restaurant-Seattle, Washington. Ryan Rayner

“I would like to propose a toast to the most amazing woman in this world. She is my life, my wife, my dominant. As much as my testosterone hates to admit it, she owns everything I have.” Standing with my champagne glass in the air, I looked around the room filled with our loved ones.

“In less than twenty-four hours, I will be the luckiest fucking man on earth. Not only will I have said ‘I do’ to my best friend, but also to the only woman I want to wake up to every damn morning.”

Via stood to join me, staring at me before she raised her glass. “It’s my turn now. Sit down.”

The room cackled as I kissed her cheek and sat down.

She cleared her throat. “My fiancé here is such an old sap, isn’t he?” She chuckled with our family. “On a serious note, he is my true soul mate. Everyone who knows me has a clear idea of how I was before Ryan came into my life. I kept myself busy and didn’t worry about finding the one man to spend the rest of my life with. Who would have ever guessed I would find Mister Gorgeously Right in a random nightclub in Vegas? Talk about a winning streak!” She joined everyone in a quick giggle. “My daddy always told me I needed a guy more than willing to accept my quirkiness and the fact I have the ability to pass gas like a man. You blow up one pad and you are marked for life.” She stuck her tongue out at her father as everyone laughed.

“My point here is, I do not fit into Mister Rayner’s elegant world. I
would
say I have no clue what he sees in me, but look at me—I am fucking awesome!” She was beaming as she looked down at me as she continued. “Baby, you have taken me places I’ve never been, inside and outside of the bedroom. You are the only man I want and need. I love you, and cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Our glasses clinked together as everyone yelled, “Cheers!”

Setting my glass down after swigging the entire drink, I pulled her into me and kissed her.

“I love you, baby.” Bringing my lips to her ear, I whispered for her to hear, “Just wait until the honeymoon. Your ass is mine!”

* * * *

Not even an hour after the rehearsal dinner, Via’s friends pulled her out of my hands and took off with her. They were taking her hostage tonight under my directions. I wanted to be more than anxious to watch my bride walking down the aisle. Besides, I needed to talk to Madison about the kidnapping case. I believed Via’s mother was linked somehow.

Upon my investigation before tonight’s festivities, I confirmed that Lauren Roberts is the daughter of John and Claire Roberts, my Via’s half-sister. I was not certain if Lauren was aware of her and Via’s relationship, but a red flag went up the second I laid eyes on her. Something was off, and I was beyond determined to find out what it was.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I dialed Madison’s number and waited for her to answer.

“Miss White, would you by any chance have those prints for me yet? You do? Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I shook my head in disgust. “This is great…just fucking great!”

Mister Anthony Johnson

Requests the honor of Your Presence

At the marriage of his daughter