Through the Eyes of a Male Submissive (5 page)

The taste of her lips was remarkable on mine, something I was going to ache for while being away from her.

An announcement came over the intercom, making everyone aware the plane to Aspen, Colorado was now boarding.

She slowly pulled away from my embrace and shyly smiled. “I guess this is it.”

I nodded and cupped her face with my hands, staring into her eyes.

“Please promise me you are going to be careful, and that you will make it home in one piece.”

“
Last boarding call for flight two-sixteen to Aspen
…”

My lips met hers one last time before releasing her.

I held her bags out for her. “You need to go before they leave without you. As soon as I am finished with this trial, I am coming after you.”

“Before I forget, there are a couple of gifts for you I put in your bag,” I said, grinning at her.

“I will call you the second I am off the plane,” she assured me, kissing me one last time before walking away.

She turned around and flashed a smile before disappearing into the terminal.

Abruptly she stopped and turned, making me assume she had forgotten something. She lifted her blouse to expose her undershirt.

I couldn’t contain my grin, realizing she was wearing my shirt I had slipped on her the night before.

She then blew me a kiss and trotted away.

* * * *

It took me up until I boarded my plane to comprehend I was alone again, a mood I had not paid any attention to before meeting Olivia Johnson. I did not appreciate this sensation one fucking bit!

These feelings of being empty and unsatisfied did not suit me well.

I didn’t have the slightest clue of what to do with myself as I observed her plane take off from the window I had been standing near.

For the first time in my life, tears begged to escape from my eyes over a woman.

It was as if my whole world had blackened.

What if she arrives home and decides never to see me again? What if she gets into an accident and I won’t be able to see her again?

Thoughts swirled through my head as my plane prepared for its takeoff.

Fuck!
See, this is why I prefer to be within arm’s reach of her!

I shook my head as if to chase away the negativity, attempting to calm my nerves.

* * * *

Forcing myself to keep my mind busy, I scrambled through my file of papers for my trial.

The man charged with rape and murder was forty-three years old. He had been charged with disorderly conduction and sexual assault on multiple counts.

As I read each word, my stomach became queasy and my cheeks reddened with anger.

The names and ages of the young women he had raped and killed underneath their innocent photos… Every single bit of evidence found at each crime scene…

If an asshole ever laid a single finger on my Via, he would be a dead man!

I continued to read, reaching the page of my client.

She was a twenty-five year old UCLA graduate who had moved to Seattle to pursue her career as a literary agent, and had not lived in the region long.

Before I engrossed myself in any more, the captain spoke over the intercom announcing we were getting ready to land.

Chapter Four

I carried my luggage off the plane until I met up with Charlie, my driver in Seattle.

Since Matthew maintained my apartment in Vegas, he was typically on duty when I traveled there.

Until my trial case was over, he would be preoccupied in Aspen keeping a closer eye on Miss Johnson.

Charlie welcomed me back with his friendly smile as he held open the door to the backseat of the glossy black Escalade. I slid inside and instantaneously pulled out my Android to check if I had any messages. A grin appeared on my face once I read her name.

Via,

You will be happy to know my plane has landed and I am still in one piece as you requested. 

I smiled at her words as I replied to her.

Ryan,

Thank you for reassuring me about your well-being, Miss Johnson. I just arrived in Seattle and am thinking about the beautifully stubborn woman I met while in Vegas. I am looking forward to the day I get to see her beautiful face again. ;)

Via,

Are you referring to me as this beautiful woman? When was the last time you had your eyes examined, Ryan? I am in no way as gorgeous as you. :P

Shaking my head, I sent her a quick message.

Ryan,

My vision is perfect, thank you very much. No giving me your self-pity shit or I will be on the next flight out of here just to come spank you. 

Via,

Oh, and now we are getting physical. I never figured you would be into the whole Dominant-submissive thing…

My eyes widened once I read her last message. Of course, I was not Dominant material—
anymore—
and she beyond doubt was not the submissive type. Before I responded, another message popped through.

Via,

How dare you try turning me on when we are so many miles apart! Oh, by the way, your driver does not do too great of a job keeping himself hidden from view. I appreciate your wanting me safe, but next time, please warn a girl so she doesn’t assume she is going to end up on this ID channel that you spoke of!

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of her words. Oh, how much I wanted to make this woman mine. However, she was right. I should not be turning her on seeing as we had quite a bit of distance between us.

Ryan,

As much as I hate to, I need to prepare for my trial that will take place within the next week or two. It is difficult for me to work when I am being distracted. ;)

I put my phone on silent and stowed it away before I got caught in her reply.

Charlie held the door open for me again once we arrived home. Climbing out of the car, I strolled in through the front door. Even though she had never been here, the place was empty without the company of Via.

I took the briefcase Charlie held out for me and raced to my office. Opening the door and flicking on the lights, I strolled over to my desk. I plopped on my chair, spinning around a couple of times—something I have done ever since I could remember. As I pulled my laptop out of its case and opened it, a piece of paper folded in half was laying on the keyboard. I picked it up and opened it, curious as to what it may be. A grin began to stretch across my cheeks as I read.

My Dearest Ryan,

By the time you read this, I will be in my toasty-warm bed back in Aspen. Thinking about you, of course!

I am fully aware of the fact that I have thanked you a million times for taking me out, but I had the need to express it in a letter.

I am not much of a writer, so bear with me here!

Oh, gracious kind sir! I would like to thank thee for escorting this fair woman to a banquet even though she got a wee-bit tipsy… (Ha! Ha! I tried to warn you I am no good with the letter-writing thing.)

Alright! You caught me… I didn’t write this just to send you this lame thank you.

I did this because I am watching you sleep and can’t keep a smile off my face. You just look so peaceful when you sleep—not like your crabby, lawyer-self!

I am not sure when we will be with each other again, but I can’t wait until we are! You fascinate me, Mister Rayner, which is something that hardly ever happens to me. You should feel honored!

Oh! Before I forget, I have a surprise for you! I’m not going to ruin it by telling you either. You will be receiving it in 4,3,2,1…

Once my eyes skimmed over the last number, a light tapping on my door pulled my eyes away from the letter.

It couldn’t be her, could it?

Charlie opened the door.

He held a weird expression on his face. “A Mister Mike Hunt is here to see you, sir.”

Mike Hunt?
I was not familiar with anybody by the name of Mike Hunt. He must have known me, or Charlie would have never let him inside. I looked over the railing to witness a bodybuilding man standing in a white sailor suit carrying a large, leather bag.

I didn’t remember setting up any appointments to meet with a captain. The strange man opened his bag, pulling out a medium-sized boom box.

He peered up at me with a huge grin on his face. “Somebody told me that you needed a few lessons in hoisting the sail.”

“I beg your pardon?” I blinked a million times, trying to understand what he was saying.

Instead of answering me, he turned on his stereo. As
Baby Got Back
by Sir-Mix-A-Lot blared through the speakers, he began dancing around the room.

I looked over at Charlie in confusion and he stared at me, attempting to contain his laughter. I turned back to the man in the suit, who now stood wearing nothing but pants.

My eyes widened once my brain had processed what he was doing. I glared at Charlie, who was still trying not to burst. “There is no way she would have done this, right?”

Charlie shrugged. “Honestly sir, I have no idea who hired this man—and who is
she
?”

My attention focused back on the captain himself right as he was about to unzip his fly. My hands went up, pleading with him to stop. “
Whoa!
That’s enough.”

He immediately stopped and stared up at me. “Is something wrong, sir?”

A line in between my eyebrows formed.

Oh no, I’m used to having male strippers dancing for me in the middle of my living room floor!

“I hate to tell you this, but I believe you are on the wrong floor, Mister Mike Hunt.” Repeating his name in my head, now I got the reference.

“With all due respect sir, I have been given the right address. You are Mister Ryan Rayner, correct?”

Damn!
Who on Earth would send him here? Without a doubt Via would not do anything like this. How could she manage to pull it off being so far away?

I made my way down the stairs. “Who hired you?”

He pulled out a couple of papers from his bag and read them off. “It was a phone-in order from Ms. Olivia Johnson.” He looked back at me. “Do you know a woman by that name, sir?”

A grin appeared on my face as I nodded. “Yes. Of course. Olivia is quite the prankster. I am sorry for the inconvenience.” I flipped a hundred dollar bill at him. “I apologize for wasting your evening.”

He took the money, put everything back into his bag including his shirt, and walked out.

I heard Charlie lightly snickering at the top of the stairs. I squinted at him. “Not a single word at all.”

Digging my phone out of my pocket, I dialed her number.

* * * *

“Oh captain, my captain!” she answered through her laughter over the phone. It took a couple of seconds for her to contain herself. “How was your sailing lesson?” She cracked up again, hardly able to catch her breath.

I patiently waited for her to calm down so she would be able to hear me. “You just think you are so cute and clever, don’t you?”

“Most definitely. The best part is, you weren’t even expecting it!” She started rolling again.

Sitting on the chair in my office, I waited for her to calm herself. “Miss Olivia Johnson, I have half a mind to fly there myself and spank you until your ass bruises!”

That got her to hush. Well, long enough to speak, that was. “I would love to apologize, Ryan, but the truth is I’m not sorry!” She began to crack up again.

“Paybacks are hell!” I told her as I rested back in the chair with a smirk.

I could imagine her grinning over the phone. “In that case, I will be waiting. Always remember my dearest, anything you can do, I can do better. Anyway, how was your evening before Mike Hunt arrived?”

“I found your letter. Tell me something, how did you manage to time it?” I asked while twirling the folded up letter between my fingers.

I could sense her smile growing wider. “Oh, Mister Rayner, you should know by now I have my ways of doing things. I would say that I wish I were there, but seeing as you want to smack my ass, I think I will take a rain check.”

I shook my head even though she could not see me. “Via, I wouldn’t dare touch you unless you asked me too. Think of it as a gentlemen’s rule.”

“I’m going to be honest with you, the whole you wanting to spank me seems a little frightening.”

“Would you mind if I asked why?” I was curious. She had me captivated now.

She took a deep breath in and released it. “Like tonight, for instance, I do something hilarious and you want to tan my hide! How can punishing someone like a child be considered anything else except demeaning?”