Through the Eyes of a Male Submissive (9 page)

“Does that make me a moron?”

“Hell yes it does!” With a giggle, she pulled me in for a quick kiss.

As she kissed me, my memories floated back to her cuffing every limb of my body to her cross. I wasn’t sure which surprised me more: the fact that seeing Via being so damn dominant actually turned me on, or the mere fact about my being more than willing to succumb to her every demand.
What in the hell has this woman done to me?

“Do you have a sex room?” The words flew from my mouth before I was able to catch them.

I was surprised, and relieved, when she flashed a small smile. As much as I enjoyed her dictating in the bedroom, I was still not sure how to feel about her crop, sensing the sting on my thigh.

She gently caressed my cheek. “Yes.”

Holy Shit!
Via has a sex room!
My eyes blinked a few times as if to comprehend the confirmation. “Is there a cross too?”

“Ryan Rayner, did you hire a private investigator to search my place?” she asked as she rolled her eyes. “To answer your question, yes there is a cross—a bright pink one.”

I took a deep breath and released it. “Alright. I’m in.”

She gaped at me as if I had just touched her with a stun gun. “You are willing to surrender yourself to me?”

“If this is what it takes to make you mine, then yes. I will stow away my man-card, for the time being, and be whatever you need,” I told her as I held her closer to me. “That doesn’t mean I do not have a few conditions of my own.”

“You have my undivided attention.”

Oh my, how the tables have turned.
“I feel the need to add a couple of rules to this contract of yours. First one being, you will switch the little dominant button of yours off when we are out in public. I have a hard-ass lawyer reputation to keep up around here. It is absolutely not necessary to make people believe I am pussy-whipped.”

She bit her lip, as if to consume her laughter. “We can make an arrangement. Anything else, Mister?”

“Oh, I am only getting started!”

She waited for me to finish my thoughts.

I couldn’t help but feel accomplished since, for the time, I had control.

“There is no way in hell you are going to get me to agree on the no purchasing of expensive gifts. Money is no object to me, and I will spend it as I wish.”

It took her a couple of minutes, but she nodded. “Fine. You may spend your money as you choose, but nothing over-the-top. In other words, strictly things that are essential.”

“Your wish is my command, master.”

Damn! What the hell is this woman morphing me in to?

She looked pleased at my calling her my master. She was grinning as if she had just won the lottery. I had a feeling she was never going to let me live this one down for the rest of my dying days.

“Oh, Ryan, you are going to be a very satisfying submissive.”

I kissed her lips and pulled away so I could scramble out of bed. “I’m going to take a shower. Would you care to join me?”

It was fulfilling to see I had the ability to turn her cheeks a few shades of pink. She stood out of bed and smacked me on the ass as she breezed right past me.

My mind traveled back to the dream—how she heaved me onto her bed just to have her way with me. I should have been scared out of my wits over the fact that this woman had serious commitment issues, but all I could think about was her damned sex room!

My front teeth came into contact with my bottom lip as I observed her. She turned the shower on and stripped to her birthday suit. She looked stunning in the nude, making it difficult for a man to control his erection.

Adjusting her head to look at me, she smiled. “Are you coming or what?”

“Oh baby, you have no idea.” Allowing my pants to fall and kicking them away from me, I joined her in the steaminess.

I assisted her in washing her hair, lathering it up with shampoo and massaging it into her scalp. She groaned, which caused my manhood to harden even more. I wanted and needed her now!

As I rinsed her hair, she glared at me with hunger in her eyes. Without saying a single word, she was telling me how much she wanted me. I could no longer control myself. I had to take her! I spun her body around so she was facing away from me. Forcing her legs apart with my feet, I grabbed a hold of her hands and pressed them against the shower wall. Knowing what I was doing, she angled her body, arching her back and sticking out her ass for easier entry. Moving her hair out of the way, I kissed the back of her neck, distracting her for a few moments. I slammed into her, hearing her gasp and moan.
That’s right, baby!

My body ached for her more once I realized how wet and ready she had been.

As I drilled further into her, I couldn’t get enough. It was similar to an itch on the bottom of your foot you don’t dare scratch with your fingernails because you will flinch!

With my hands on her hips, I steered her as I moved in and out of her body. I bent to whisper into her ear, “How is that for hoisting the sail?” as I nibbled on her lobe.

“Oh Captain, my captain!” she whined out, holding her hand atop mine.

I pushed into her harder, enjoying the mere fact of being in total control. “Come for me, baby,” I hissed as I nipped on her neck.

Complying with my command, she shattered around me. The touch of her warm liquid drove me into frenzy as soon as it hit me. Taking a hold of her hips, I groaned as my erection exploded.

My body collapsed around her for a brief moment until I was able to collect myself. “What in the hell have you done to me?”

* * * *

“Will you please tell me where we are going? You are very much aware of how much I loathe surprises!” she pleaded as I ushered her into the backseat of the car.

“I told you, we have plans for dinner.”

She scowled at me, not sure if she should trust me or not, sighing as if to cave. “Alright. I won’t hound you with any more questions. I trust you.” She cringed at the sound of her words.

I was well aware it was going to take a hell of a lot of time and effort for her to trust me. Unlike certain people, I was willing to spend a lifetime convincing her I was one of the good guys. I would do whatever it took to make her understand I was in this for the long haul. I was not her fucking mother, who decided to abandon her many years ago!

Charlie pulled the car into my parents’ driveway, stopping once he was close to the front door.

Via stared at me as if I had just committed murder. “You have
got
to be kidding me! Couldn’t you just know
one
person who hangs out in a simple bowling alley or
Chuck E Cheese
?”

She had returned, the smart-mouthed woman I had grown to adore! Kissing her cheek, I smiled at her as we climbed out of the car. “It is dinner. I think you will survive.” I held her closer to me as we made our way inside the house. “I do have a rather large surprise for you inside.”

Before she was able to speak a single word to rebut, my mother had grabbed her hands and pulled her out of my reach. She glared back at me, sending me a mental message that I was in deep shit for not forewarning her.

I trailed behind my mother and Via into the living room. Via paused at what she saw a few feet in front of her, “Daddy, you’re here! How did you… When did you-?”

Mister Johnson smiled at his daughter and gestured towards me. “Your boyfriend had me flown in this morning. He claimed that you were insisting on this.”

“Yeah, I guess you can put it that way.” Not taking her eyes off her father, she ran up to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I am so glad you are here, daddy!”

Alright, Rayner, it’s now or never
. I strolled over to him and held out my right hand. “May I say, it’s truly an honor to meet you, sir. Olivia talks non-stop about how great her father is.” Attempting to keep the nervousness out of my voice, I said, “Please, have a seat. Make yourself at home.”

Via sat between her father and me on the couch. My parents sat on the chairs nearby, and Jason was standing a few feet behind them.

The intense thumping of my heart became louder as I fiddled with the miniature box inside my jacket.
Come on, Rayner, you can do this!
As I sat there fidgeting, the back of my throat felt as if it was on fire. I had no idea why I was nervous. It wasn’t as if I didn’t know the answer. However, our parents and my brother were here. This new emotion of apprehension she had given me was bittersweet. I hated how she manipulated me into this vulnerability, and I abhorred the possibility of her never being mine. I shook my head as if to wobble away the negativity. My stunning soon-to-be-bride looked over at me with a concerned expression in her eyes.

You need to do this, Rayner… Now!

“Via, Ryan tells us you decided to move to Seattle. You must be thrilled to be opening your restaurant here. It is a fine city.”

My cheeks reddened as my mother spoke. Leave it to her to interrupt and embarrass the hell out of me!

Assuming she was going to convulse into hysterics, Via took me off guard when she kept her cool and smiled. “I am grateful for Ryan’s assisting me by sparing a room until I can find a place of my own. As for the business, I have yet to find the perfect place.”

My mother’s eyes flickered in my direction. I swallowed hard, shaking my head at her.
Mother, if you love me as much as you claim, you will shut your mouth this instant!
She focused her attention back to the woman who I had given my heart. “I am certain that Ryan will be able to assist you in finding what you need.”

Glancing over in Via’s direction, I saw a hint of a smile forming upon her lips. Winking at me, she said, “I am hoping he is willing to service me in any way possible.”

Via’s father sat there, his cheeks brightening. Now I understood where she got her perverted mind.

Before anyone else could so much as take another breath, the maid appeared in the doorway and announced dinner was now being served. I escorted my woman into the dining hall. She still had a hold on her father, guiding him along the way.

Observing everyone as they came into the room, I decided to speak. “I would like to say something before we take our seats, if that would be alright.”

Five pair of eyeballs were burning holes in my face, waiting for me get on with it. Trying my best to ignore the pressure, I took a hold of Via’s hand and whirled her. “Olivia Johnson, my life has spiraled out of control ever since I laid eyes on you. I have never met anyone that can even compare to you. You are the most aggravating, annoying, stubborn, and bull-headed woman I ever encountered.” I stooped onto my right knee and keeping my eyes on her, drew the turquoise Tiffany’s ring box out of my pocket. “You are the kindest, sweetest, and the most gorgeous woman. Baby, will you please make me the happiest man alive? All you have to do is say yes.”

My mother gasped in the background. As much as I wanted to see their shocked expressions, I did not remove my eyes from Via.
Say yes, baby.

She covered her mouth using her free hand and I saw the tears forming into her eyes.

Shit!
I made her cry.
Damn! Fuck!

After several seconds, she nodded her head and removed her hand from her face. She wrapped her arms around my neck. “There isn’t anything else I want more in this world than to be your wife, Ryan Rayner!”

As I inhaled her saccharine scent, I could not help but wonder if she was being sincere or if she had switched into submissive mode. S
he would not dare do so considering my parents and her father are here, would she?

At this point, I did not care if it was the submissive talking or not. I hugged her, pressing her frame against my chest. She kissed me after I placed the five-karat ring on the proper finger.

She whispered into my ear, “I thought we agreed on no extraordinarily expensive gifts?”

“I believe this falls under the category of a necessity, Miss Johnson,” I informed her, as I pulled a chair away from the table for her.

“Sit.”

“Uh-oh, did I make a mistake and agree to marry someone who is more domineering than I am?” I asked, smiling as I took my seat.

I looked up to see that Via and I were the only ones sitting.

“Why is everybody staring?” I asked.

Chapter Eight

My mother was the first to move, taking her seat across the table from us. She smiled. “There is a wedding in our future. How much further into the future are we thinking here?”

I took a hold of Via’s hand, casually squeezing. “I am leaving this up to my wife-to-be. If it were up to me, we would have gotten married shortly after our date in Vegas.”

Via’s eyes widened to the size of almonds. She hated being put in the spotlight, but I found it delightful.

“I do not mind waiting a month…
Or six
… A year, even.”