Through the Eyes of a Male Submissive (36 page)

“I have something to show you, Mrs. Rayner.”

He led me upstairs and into his office, walking us over to his computer.

“I made something for you the night before our wedding.”

Before I could open my mouth, he had already hit play and the video started up.

It was him, sitting at his piano!

“
Olivia Johnson, tomorrow you and I will legally be bound together as husband and wife. It may be difficult to believe, but I knew I was going to marry you the moment I saw you. You have brought new meaning into my life, Via. We may have our quibbles at times, but you will always be the most beautiful woman in my eyes. Baby, I know that by the time you see this we will already have officially danced together as husband and wife, but I want you to dance with me right now. Nobody to gawk at us, just you and me.
”

“May I have this dance?” Ryan asked, in sync with his voice in the video.

Startled a bit, I looked over to at my husband standing in the open space on the opposite side of his desk. He held one of his hands out to me while holding a dozen light pink roses with the other.

I strolled over to him. “I will always be your dance partner, Ryan.”

He placed the flowers onto his desk, turning to swoop my body closer to his. With his right hand on my frame and the left interlocked with mine, he took the lead in slow dancing as cyber-Ryan played a familiar tune on the piano.

He began to hum and ever-so faintly sing, “You know I’d fall apart without you, I don’t know how you do what you do. Everything that don’t make sense about me, makes sense when I’m with you.”

My cheeks couldn’t help but flush by this point.

Oh, my damn! I have the sweetest fucking husband on earth!

He is right about one thing: we do happen to bicker quite a bit. But somehow it makes our bond stronger than ever. I am not going to lie—I could have wrung his neck when he told me about the possibility of Jennifer being pregnant with his baby. When I boarded the plane and he didn’t come after me, I was so afraid we were over before we could even begin.
I thought to myself, do not let something like this stand in the way of your happiness with this man. At least he had the balls to tell you the truth instead of hiding it from you!

“You still haven’t told me what you want to do for your birthday. What does your little heart desire, Olivia Rayner?” he wondered, breaking me away from my thoughts.

The doorbell rang the second I was getting ready to speak.

Ryan kissed me seconds before releasing his grip. “I will see who it is. It may be that female stripper I ordered for you.”

My eyes practically bulged out of my skull.

There is no way he would order a female stripper… Would he? I mean, the dude hardly has enough balls to man a whip, let alone order me a stripper with a vagina!

Allowing my curiosity get the best of me, I followed him to the door. I leaped into the arms of another important man in my life. “Daddy! You’re here!”

He held on to me tightly. “It’s my little girl’s birthday and I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Have you eaten? Are you hungry?” I questioned him as I landed back on my feet, scraping away the strand of hair stuck to the corner of my lips.

His eyes fluttered over to Ryan. “You haven’t told her yet, have you?”

“I was getting to it,” Ryan assured him, focusing his attention to me.

“Your father is whisking you away for the afternoon, Mrs. Rayner. He is treating you and your friends to lunch, and will be dropping all of you off at the spa for a day of pampering.”

I wrapped my arms around him and stood on my tippy toes to touch my lips to his ear. “Then later on tonight, you are all mine!”

“Anything for the birthday girl.”

* * * *

“Is Ryan a hit man?” my father wondered as he slid into the passenger seat of my new car. I swear I just about choked on my spit.

“Of course he isn’t! Why would you even assume he was?”

He looked around the interior. “Oh I don’t know… Maybe because this car costs almost two million dollars!”

Starting the engine with a keyless ignition (there is something that will take me a while to get used to!) I pulled out of the driveway. My heart pounded against my chest. Not at the fact I was driving a car worth more than anything I had ever owned—oh no
—
but because my dad was sitting in the seat next to me. Ever since I started driving, I have loathed driving with him in the car. He is more intimidating than a driving instructor!

“How was your honeymoon?”

I glanced over at him and smiled. “It was great. We went zip lining and Ryan took me to a waterfall. I actually want to go back before the baby is born.”

He grew silent again as I pulled into the restaurant. Something my father has always sucked at—making conversation.

Chapter Thirty-One

Leslie, Rachael, and Tory pulled me in for a group hug the second I stepped in through the front door.

“How was the honeymoon? How many times did you and Ryan do it?” Tory wondered with a smile.

Leslie elbowed her in the ribs. “Shut up you moron. Dad is here!”

Daddy shook his head as he followed us to our table. As soon as we situated ourselves in our chairs, the girls and I began to ramble about anything and everything. I would feel sorry for my father, but he was immune to this, seeing as how he had to put up with us since we were six.

Rachael was the first member to join my little pack. We met in first grade after the teacher had introduced her to the class. Tory began to hang out with us in fifth grade. She was shy until she warmed up to us. Now we can’t get her to shut up half the time! Leslie was the youngest and the absolute sweetest. She and I met first. Her mother and I worked at the same restaurant together.

I love all of my friends, but I am closest to Leslie. We are polar opposites, but she is the yin to my yang. The woman is one of the few in this world who has the ability to calm my ass down.

“The slut isn’t pregnant, is she?” Tory asked, jerking me out of my thoughts.

Leslie slapped her hand to her forehead, trying not to snicker.

My father looked up from his menu. “Who’s the pregnant slut?”

The four of us roared in laughter at his confusion and the use of the word slut.

I finally managed to shake my head. “No, she isn’t, and I am very grateful that she isn’t.”

“She needs to steer clear of Ryan now that you are married. I have no clue as to why you haven’t decked her yet!” Tory exclaimed, becoming a bit too excited.

Thankfully, my father had already gone back to reading his menu.

I shook my head. “What does violence solve?”

Tory shrugged. “Who cares if it doesn’t solve anything? She needs it and deserves it with her bullshit of the whole,
oh-I-love-Jason-but-can’t-get-over-Ryan!
”

“It wasn’t all Jennifer’s fault. I am partially to blame as well.”

Rachael snorted. “What, did you force her and Ryan into the bedroom together?”

I pursed my lips together, my cheeks reddening.

“
Holy shit! You did!
When? How? Why?
” Leslie chimed in.

“Do you have to talk about it right this second?” I motioned my eyes towards my dad sitting inches away.

My father set the menu down and focused his attention on me. “Please do share, Via. Give me one less reason to kick his ass.”

Shit! Of course he was listening in on the conversation!

I held up my hands in defense. “Nobody will be kicking anyone’s ass. I’m not going into detail, but this entire ordeal had partially been my fault. I would like to drop this subject if all of you do not mind.”

* * * *

An hour after our lunch date, my father drove my car to drop us off at the spa.

“We are sorry for pissing you off earlier.” Leslie was the first to speak up since we arrived.

I shook my head. “I am not upset at all. I just didn’t want to say anything in front of my dad. The poor man believes his little girl is a saint.”

Tory snorted. “Yeah, and we know better. Spill it Mrs. Rayner.”

“Ryan and I had a threesome with Jennifer!” I blurted out before I could even go over the words in my head.

They sat there, gaping at me with their jaw dropped.

“What the hell! Have you lost your mind?” Tory replied, after she had picked up her jaw.

“No. I did it to teach him a lesson,” I said, my agitation growing. “If you must know, it worked up until she called.”

It was now Rachael’s turn to speak. “What was the lesson? You can fuck another woman as long as I am in the room and you don’t impregnate her!”

I rolled my eyes at the woman giving me a pedicure put my feet in a tub of water. “It wasn’t anything like that. The deal was that he could no longer run to her with our problems.”

Leslie shook her head to bring herself back into reality. “You have a more twisted relationship with this man than I thought. He didn’t force this on you, did he?”

“What in the hell is with everyone today in believing my husband is evil and out to hurt me?” I asked, crossing my arms. “Of course he didn’t force anything on me. I was the one who initiated it. To be bluntly honest, I enjoyed every second!”

Talking and thinking about the threesome with Ryan and Jennifer was making me a tad bit horny. I could not wait to get home to my husband for my birthday sex.

He better be giving me the works after the stunts he pulled today with the purchasing of the car and that ridiculous fantasy bra, and virtually stopping my heart by showing me his bank accounts. When I say works, I mean full-blown orgasm after orgasm. He better bring out that dominant or this twenty-six year old is going to beat the shit out of him!

* * * *

My father picked us up from the spa.

He drove back to the restaurant to drop the girls off at the floating house. His quietness scared the living shit out of me at times, particularly now.

“Ryan is not a monster,” I felt the need to say as he drove towards the house.

“Sweetheart, it is your marriage and your life. I am not here to tell you otherwise. You have not given me any reason to doubt your decisions. Why would I start now?”

Twiddling with my fingers, I looked down for a minute. “Believe it or not, your opinion matters and I do not want you getting the wrong impression of Ryan. He is my whole world, except for you, of course.” I peered up at him.

He nodded. “I know. I can see how much he cares for my little girl by the way he looks at you. As long as he takes care of you and my grand baby, I have no complaints about the boy.”

“Oh daddy, I love you so much!” I hugged him after he parked the car a few feet away from the front door.

He embraced me. “I love you too, baby. You know that I will always be here for you and my grand baby.”

* * * *

Tears trickled down my cheeks as I watched my dad get into his car and drive off.

Wiping the wetness from my cheeks, I made my way into the house. I had been taken by surprise to see a million balloon strings dangling in my path. One had a note taped to it. Peeling off the note, I read it, feeling the smile spread across my face.

Mrs. Rayner,

If you knew what was good for you, you will meet me in the playroom… Now!

—Your Husband

Red and white rose pedals lined the stairwell, leading all the way to the playroom door. I opened the door and walked in. The music was softly playing.

“Baby, are you in here?”

Before I could so much as even blink, he tackled and pinned me against the wall.

Happy fucking birthday to me! I get my domineering husband!

He stripped me down to my panties. “You are wearing my favorite pair. Good girl.”

Spinning me around, he tugged my hair, flinging it over my left shoulder after braiding it.

“Ass over the bed… Now!”

He stopped me the second I stood near the foot of the bed, covering my vision with a blindfold. Starting at my lips, he trailed kisses all the way down to my hardening belly.

“Watch this baby, Daddy is going to fuck the shit out of mommy,” he spoke to my stomach prior to standing up, tracing his fingers over the bump.

With a hand on my back, he pushed me over the edge of the bed so my ass ascended in the air.

The music was now blaring and I could no longer hear what he was doing after he slapped my ass. Abruptly, the sting of my whip on my right ass cheek became intense. I groaned in pleasure and pain, along with sheer surprise.

The volume of the music softened again so he could speak. “Olivia Rayner, do you have any idea why you are being punished?”

I remained silent, not saying a single word.