Through the Eyes of a Male Submissive (35 page)

To my utter surprise, my wife was silent as we left the island.

“Are you going to tell me what is wrong or do I have to fuck it out of you?”

She looked over at me and smiled. “Prince Charming has nothing on you, baby.”

Taking a hold of her hand, I pulled her on to my lap as the captain prepared for take-off.
Why is it so difficult to get inside this woman’s head?

She buried her nose into my neck. “I’m sorry for getting you arrested, Ryan.”

I rubbed her back with my fingertips. “Aw, baby—is that what you are worried about? I am not upset about it. To be honest, I deserved it.”

“No, you didn’t. You have been trying to give me this amazing honeymoon and everything has gone to shit—no thanks to me!” she said, tears welling up in her eyes.

Here come the pregnancy hormones kicking into high gear.

Standing up, I carried her into the bedroom area. Kicking the door shut with my foot, I tossed her onto the bed and clambered atop her.

Her breathing grew heavy as I kissed her neck. “What do you think you are doing?”

I quit for a minute.

“Oh baby, I am just making a true woman out of you, Olivia Rayner. I am going to—what did you call it?—oh yes, have my way with you.” I raised my eyebrows at her.

She moaned, causing my manhood to harden against her.

I rolled off her body. “Strip. Now.”

Without any uncertainty, she stood up and began to remove her clothing bit by bit. My mouth salivated as I observed her, peeling off my clothes as well.

“Ride me.”

She pounced on to my body, forcing my manhood into her as she straddled me.

Holy shit! Talk about your mood swings.
She pinned my hands above my head as she drilled me into her faster and deeper, bending down to whisper in my ear.

“Come for me, baby,” she growled, releasing her grip on my hands.

My erection obeyed and shattered around her as I clutched on to her hips. “Oh shit, baby!”

* * * *

After much convincing, my wife agreed to give my phone back to me.

I allowed her to drive the Super Sport from the airport to the house so I could check the damage. Fifty missed calls, twenty-five voice mails, fifteen text messages, and ten e-mails.
This woman is lucky that I love her so damned much. I have never in my life allowed a female to keep me away from my phone.

Checking my voicemail first, I stared out on to the road as my wife drove like a bat out of hell. “Slow down before you wreck us, baby.”

She glared over at me for a second. “Who is fucking this duck? That’s right, I am. Shut up and keep making love to your precious technology.”

I rolled my eyes with the phone still pressed against my ear. “Someone is in a hurry today.”

Via turned into our driveway, opened the garage door, and pulled the car inside. Pulling the keys out of the ignition, she tossed them at me and missed my nuts by a fraction of a hair. She snickered as she bolted out of the car and into the house, waiting for me to get closer to the door so she could shut it right in my face. Once I rubbed my nose to get the sting out, I bolted into the house and chased after her.

“Alright baby, where did you go?” I wondered, running upstairs and opening the playroom door. I saw my wife standing a few feet away from the bed in nothing but her bright pink pumps.

My eyes widened in amusement. “What’s all of this?”

“You came in me, aware that you had been grounded from doing so. Punishment must be served.” Strolling over, she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“Why Mrs. Rayner, you told me to come, if I remember correctly.”

She slapped me firmly across the face. “Ryan William Rayner, don’t you dare blame this on the pregnancy hormones and what I happen to say in the moment!”

A line between my brows formed. “You are going to punish me for doing something you instructed me to do, and what about your punishment for putting my ass in the jailhouse?”

“Sorry baby. You made up the rule whoever initiates the playroom is the one who is allowed control.” She plowed her lips into mine. “I want your ass naked and slung over the edge of that bed, baby.”

Without any protest, I walked over to the bed, peeled off my pants, and ascended my backside over the bed. My heart practically jumped out of my throat the moment I heard the cracking of her switch.
Holy shit! I’m not going to be able to sit for a week!

Right as she slapped the whip against the floor again, her phone began to ring. “Ugh. This better be pretty damn important!”

I stood up straight and watched her as she answered the phone. “Who is it?”

She waved me away, beginning to pace around the room. “What happened? I see… No, it is fine. Thanks for calling me, Michael.”

Ahh
… Leave to good old Michael Huntington to interrupt our honeymoon playtime.

“That was Michael. He wants to talk to you as soon as possible. He says it is very important.”

What in the hell does Mike Hunt need with me?

Chapter Thirty

Home-Seattle, Washington. Via Rayner

“Happy twenty-sixth birthday, baby!” my husband shouted as he opened the shower door and snapped a picture of me.

I gawked at him. “Thank you baby! Tell me you did not just do what I think you just did.”

He snickered. “Maybe.”

“Did you ever find out what Michael wanted from you?”

The look on his face went from relaxed and switched to cold as ice in a matter of seconds.

“Unfortunately, yes. He asked for my blessing to propose to my sister.”

My ex-fiancé was getting engaged to my sister-in-law. That’s right, fiancé. Michael and I had been engaged for a short period of time. That is, until the both of us agreed to go separate ways. He wanted bigger and better things I just had not been prepared for.

There were reasons why I had not mentioned this to Ryan. For one, he would blow everything out of proportion and I did not need to give him another reason to hate the man. Second, Ryan’s maturity level wouldn’t be able to take it, seeing as how he had the temper of a five-year old. Lastly, the engagement had been a long ass time ago and was water under the bridge!

“You never did get to open your wedding gift.” Ryan’s voice knocked me out of my thoughts.

Shutting the water off, I wrapped a towel around my body and stepped out. “I can only imagine what ridiculously extravagant thing you have bought.”

“Don’t worry baby, it is something both of us will enjoy.” Winking at me, he strolled out of the room.

I threw my clothes on and rushed downstairs.

Ryan was patiently waiting for me in the kitchen. “Your gifts are outside in the car.”

Taking my hand, he led me out the front door. If I didn’t know my husband well enough, I would not have been able to believe my eyes at the sight of the pearly white and expensive looking vehicle with the red ribbon atop of the hood.

“You bought me a car?”

Still keeping a hold of my hand, we walked closer.

“This is a Maybach 62 S Landaulet. I know you wanted a Super Sport like mine, but since we have a baby on the way, I had to find something four door that is still luxurious.”

Strolling up to the vehicle that could pass for a limousine, I opened the driver’s side door. The gift box I had seen on the plane was now positioned in the seat.

“Do I even want to know how much it cost?” I wondered, looking back at him.

He ran his fingers through his hair. “Most likely not, but don’t worry about it. Open your gift.”

I couldn’t help but snicker. “Technically, I already did.”

“The box, Mrs. Smartass,” he told me, rolling his eyes.

Picking up the package that looked almost too perfect to open, I shook it. Tearing the paper, I opened the box to see a bra.

“You bought me a bra as a wedding gift. How ironic!” I stared up at him.

“Look closer, Via. It is the Victoria’s Secret Fantasy bra, and it was two and a half million dollars.” He shrugged as if he had spent twenty-five bucks.

I tossed the box into the seat as if the damn thing had caught on fire. “Are you fucking crazy? Two and a half million dollars on one boulder-holder! Do you have any clue as to how many regular Victoria’s Secret bras you could have bought?” My head was spinning.

He held up his hand as if to silence me. “I know… A bra for every bra-less woman in Seattle.”

I placed the lid back on to the box, not wanting even to look at that damn thing anymore.

“Is it that bad of a gift?”

Shaking my head, I said, “It isn’t a horrible present at all. I do not feel the need to cover my breasts with three million dollars.” I began to nod. “I know just what to do with it!” I dashed into the house with the box.

Ryan followed me into the kitchen, “What do you have in mind? Let me help.”

“You can man the e-mail invites, Mister Tech-Savvy. It will be held in the month of October for Breast Cancer Awareness Month. If you could get your wealthy pals to donate something to auction off, that would be amazing!” Pulling out a notebook from one of the cabinets, I wrote down every detail.

He looked down at the paper and kissed my head. “It’s perfect, baby.”

Breast Cancer Awareness
!

Join us in the charity event of the season…

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

@ La Mia Dominare Italian Dining

3:00 p.m.

Ladies, be sure to bring in your raggedy-old bras in exchange for a $100 gift certificate to Victoria’s Secret!

Auction, food, and fun!

All proceeds go to The Breast Cancer Research Foundation!

Ryan returned with a copy of the flyer in his hand, handing it to me.

“Thank you so much, baby!”

Leaping into his arms, I smashed my lips into his.

“You never cease to amaze me, Mrs. Rayner.”

I playfully rolled my eyes. “Well, duh. I am good for more than just kinky sleep-fuckery.”

He held me close in his arms. “You are the sweetest, kindest, and the most selfless woman I have ever met. I can honestly say that you are the first to put my wallet to good use.”

“Aw, I love you too, baby.” I kissed his lips.

“What does my talented wife want to do on her birthday?” he wondered as he stared into my eyes. “Oh, before I forget, I have another birthday surprise for you.”

Shaking my head, I held up my hand.

“Please do not tell me that you bought me a five million dollar pair of panties.”

“I didn’t have to purchase this one, baby. Jennifer called—she isn’t pregnant!” he exclaimed with anticipation written on his face.

I almost knocked us backwards when I hopped into his arms again, kissing him long and hard.

“That is the only thing I wished for on my birthday. You should have given me that bit of news first and I may have danced around in that three million dollar bra for you.”

He smirked as he shook his head. “No you wouldn’t. I know you better than that.”

“I have to admit, you are right. I guess I will never be able to adapt to your exquisite lifestyle, Ryan. You know, I am okay with that. By the way, you have lost all control over the bank accounts,” I informed him.

“You want to start managing our money? Are you sure you want to know how much you are worth, Mrs. Rayner?” he asked, becoming intrigued.

I stood with my arms folded, tapping my foot. “Not even twenty minutes ago, I was worth close to five million. I think I can handle it.”

* * * **

Ryan snapped his fingers at me, attempting to break me out of my unmoving glare at his computer screen.

“Via… Earth to Via Rayner!”

Closing my eyes, I shook my head to regain my concentration.

He stared at me with his lips pursed as if to keep from laughing. “Are you feeling alright? I tried to warn you.”

“What in the hell… Are you sitting on a fucking gold mine?”

“Figuratively speaking, yes. Very nice choice of words, by the way.” He spoke as calmly as ever, as if the endless amount of money he had did not faze him one bit.

I scowled at him. “You know what I mean, Ryan!”

“It is only money, baby. To be brutally honest, I would choose you over any amount of money.”

“Alright Mister Rayner, what in the world do you have up your sleeve now? I know you can be sweet, but you are giving me cavities over here. What did you do?” I questioned as my eyes narrowed at him.

He playfully grinned. “Why baby, I am a little appalled that you would believe I would keep anything from you.”

“Ha! Are you kidding me? You love keeping me blind and in the dark!”

Ignoring the fact I had just stomped my foot like an adolescent, he reeled my body closer to his.