Through the Eyes of a Male Submissive

by Andie Lea

  I stopped what I was doing and quickly made my way back to the office, picking up the phone that lay off the hook. “Hello?”

  Charlie’s voice came over the phone. “Mister Rayner, I have called your cell phone multiple times. Miss Johnson has been in an accident. I am on my way to come get you now.”

  My heart sank as my free hand morphed into a tight fist. “What happened?” I demanded, through gritted teeth.

  “I’m halfway there. Meet me at the airport and I will give you the details.” With that, he hung up the phone.

  What is with everyone and hanging up on me today? I slammed the phone down and left the office, locking it. I rushed to the car and sped off towards the airport.

  Chapter Ten

  Charlie’s plane landed the same time I hurried into the airport.

  “What in the hell happened?” I demanded to know the second he stood in earshot.

  “She had been kidnapped this afternoon, but not to worry. I managed to track her down. Miss Benson is at the hospital with her. She just called and left a voicemail saying that Via has a few bumps and bruises, but is fine.”

  I hung my head, grateful she didn’t suffer much damage. My eyes focused back to Charlie. “Do you believe he is the reason for everything?”

  He nodded. “I have yet to dig deeper into who is behind all of this, but at this rate, it’s likely Mister Martinez is behind this.” Damn! Shit! Fuck! Of course the bastard had something to do with this.

  * * * *

  By the time Charlie and I arrived at the hospital and made it to Via’s room, a nurse was already giving her the release papers.

  Once she realized I had been standing near the door, the expression on her face changed from relaxed to mad as hell. Shit! She’s pissed at me again. She didn’t speak a word to me until everyone left to give us privacy. Knowing I was in deep doo-doo already, I didn’t make a single sound. Instead, I waited for her to talk first.

  “Is there anything you would like to tell me, Ryan William Rayner?” she hissed.

  Fuck! The middle name with the folding arms… This cannot be good.

  “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

  “Does the name Jennifer Davis ring a bell, Ryan? Or should I say Master!”

  My eyes wanted to bulge, but I refrained for both of our sakes. “Who told you about her?”

  She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter who told me. All that matters is the fact that you lied to me, Ryan.” She was still shaking her head. “I’m going home, and I suggest you find somewhere else to stay for a few days. I need to clear my head and I do not want you around.”

  Before I opened my mouth, she had breezed past me. What in the hell just happened? Somebody tells my future wife about one little detail in my past and now I am a liar?

  I tried catching up to her, but she and Miss Benson were already out of the building as Charlie led the way. Shit!

  * * * *

  “Honey, I’m home.” I said the moment I stepped inside the apartment I shared with an old law school buddy of mine. Marcus still resided in the apartment.

  He poked his head around the corner. “What brings you here? Shouldn’t you be getting married or something?”

  “A little difficult to do if your fiancée kicks you out of your own house…”

  He pursed his lips together to keep from smiling. “Ouch. That’s harsh bro.”

  I plopped my ass on to the couch. “Tell me about it. She thinks I lied to her. I may not have told her the complete truth about things, but I never lied to her. I love her, Mark.”

  “Give her a day or two to cool off and go talk to her. Explain to her why you didn’t tell her whatever you should have.” He shrugged, propping his feet up on the coffee table.

  “Would you mind if I crashed here?”

  He shook his head. “Nope. My casa is your casa!”

  I forced a smile. “Thanks. Is my room still the same?”

  “Never even touched it. It’s good to have you back man, not under the circumstances, of course.”

  Standing up, I made my way to my old room. “Yeah, sure, I missed you too.” Opening the door, I stepped inside the familiar space.

  I looked around the room and everything was the same, all the way down to my Bob Marley poster.

  Marcus snuck up behind me. “I told you I haven’t touched anything.”

  “So I see,” I replied, nodding in his direction. “Thanks.”

  “Alright, tell me what your deal is. Something else is up besides your woman kicking you out.”

  I took a deep breath in and released it. “She was in an accident. They came into our house and took her, Marcus. She is fine. Pissed at me, but fine. I am pretty certain that I know who did this and I am going to need help in bringing them down.”

  “You know I am here to help in any way I can, but tonight, you need to party with me.” He grinned.

  Marcus dragged my ass out of the room and out of the apartment.

  * * * *

  “This place is great!” he stated, holding the door to the bar.

  I rolled my eyes as we walked in. “You only like it because it’s in walking distance.”

  We sat at the bar and chitchatted while drinking beer, until a redhead with a swollen chest distracted Marcus.

  “Hey there, stranger.” An unfamiliar feminine voice spoke from the opposite side where Marcus had been sitting.

  I looked up to meet her gaze. “Jennifer! What are you doing here?”

  “Seeing you, of course. I had to witness for myself if the rumors were true,” she stated in a matter of fact tone, then took a sip from her martini.

  Guzzling my beer until the last drop, I set the bottle aside. “They are. I am getting married to an amazing woman this September.”

  Jennifer looked around the place. “Is she here with you?”

  I shook my head. “I’m afraid not. She is pissed at me at the moment—long story.”

  “I’m sorry, Ryan. It is a good thing I showed up. Come on, dance with me!” she commanded, pulling me out on to the dance floor.

  Her body bumped against mine on the floor as I stood. She made it impossible for me not to touch her body.

  Oh, fuck it! Reeling her body closer to mine, I bent down and plowed my lips into hers. To my surprise, she didn’t resist me as I grazed my tongue against hers, tasting her martini.

  I was not sure how, but Jennifer and I ended up at her hotel room. With my back pressed against her door, she unlocked and opened it. Using her foot, she closed the door, then shoved me on to the couch. She straddled herself on my body, her ass sitting atop of my bulging erection. Removing her shirt to show her bra, she bent down and rammed her lips into mine.

  “You have no idea how much I missed you these past few years, Ryan,” she confessed as she unbuttoned my slacks.

  The room was spinning by this point and I had a difficult time concentrating. Ugh, how much alcohol did I drink?

  Revealing my manhood, her naked ass was in my face as her lips surrounded my erection.

  Shit! Damn! Fuck!

  I felt an alternate form of wetness on my stomach and her lips on mine.

  “How is that pill feeling, baby?”

  Holding on to her hips, I tried my damnedest to speak.

  “I love you, Olivia Rayner,” I slurred.

  She bounced harder and faster atop me. “Shh baby…”

  * * * *

  My mind screamed at me to wake up the following morning and my eyes jolted open. Looking around the unfamiliar hotel room, my heart began to race. I tried moving, but was bound to the headboard with handcuffs. Holy Fuck! What happened to me last night?

  “Good morning, handsome. Did you sleep well?” the familiar voice said, as she walked into the room.

  No…Please tell me I did not fuck her last night. Shit! I’m a dead man! I glared at her in horror. “Jennifer, how did I get chained up to your bed? We didn’t do anything. Tell me we didn’t do anything!”

 
She playfully smirked at me. “That is only for me to know, Ryan.”

  I took a deep breath in relief. “Why am I chained to the bed?”

  She didn’t speak a single word. Instead, she looked outside of the room.

  A pair of heels clanked against the hardwood floor, making their way closer to the room. She took a blindfold out of her pocket and placed it upon me so my vision would be impaired.

  “Have fun,” she stated, strolling out of the room.

  The pair of heels from a moment ago appeared and the door shut. Soft fingers unbuttoned my jeans and tugged my pants off me. My erection hardened as she traced her index finger from my big toe all the way to my inner thigh. The sharp pang of her crop came into contact with my skin. Holy Shit! “This has to be Via. Baby, I’m so sorry for not telling you everything.”

  She smacked me again in the same spot, but harder this time and I cried out.

  “I believe I didn’t tell you to speak, now, did I?”

  I pursed my lips together and shook my head. “No ma’am.”

  “Good boy.” I sensed her smile as she strolled closer.

  Without much effort, she ripped my shirt off me and tossed it on the floor. “I will talk and you will listen. How can I trust you if you believe you cannot tell me everything about you, Mister Rayner?” She smacked my ribs with her crop.

  “Marriage is about partnership, Ryan! We are supposed to be in this together. I told you everything about me, but I find out about you through somebody else? How fair is that? Not very much in my book!” She tapped me again on the opposite rib. “Now I have to punish you even more.”

  Trying hard to contain my excitement, I laid there like a good submissive. She bent down so her lips could touch my ear and whispered, “Until we get home, I am going to fuck you and fuck you hard, baby.”

  She sat up and uncuffed me from the bed, and removed the blindfold. My arms wrapped around her body. I wanted to keep her in my arms forever, but I wasn’t about to let the perfect opportunity for make-up sex go. I rolled us over so I was the one on top and stared into her domineering eyes with my own. “No baby, I am going to fuck you.”

  Without warning, she pulled me in for a hard kiss. Pushing me away for a second, she removed her white sundress and tossed it aside. Kissing her again, I worked my way down to her neck and then her chest, making sure to kiss each breast, trailing down her stomach. I stopped and slid her silky white panties off, trailing kisses up her right leg until I reached her inner thigh. She moaned in pure pleasure the second I held her legs down and buried my face in her sex.

  My erection hardened when my tongue explored how wet she had already been. I wanted to take her right then and there, but I was determined to make her beg for it. Licking, sucking, and fingering her until she couldn’t take anymore.

  “Oh Ryan, I want you now. Please baby,” she groaned, begging for mercy.

  Mercy was the last thing I wanted to give her. I ceased and stared up at her. It was now my turn to dominate. Standing up out of bed, I could tell she was curious as to what I was doing.

  I grabbed one of her ankles and flipped her over on to her stomach, pulling her closer towards the foot of the bed. Close enough so her ass had been sticking up in the air. I caressed her ass for a few minutes and then smacked her. She whined in pleasure.

  “Hush baby.”

  Massaging her ass-cheeks and grabbing a hold of her hips, I slammed into her. I felt how ready she was all around me as I thrust hard and deep into her. With a firm grip on her hips, I was able to go in further since she had spread her legs apart and pushed her ass up more.

  Frequently, I would tap or squeeze her just to listen to her groan. Pulling out of her, I pushed her on the bed and rolled her over on her back. I clambered on top and pushed myself into her willing body again.

  The pressure began to rise with each shove. In order for us to enjoy each other, I slowed my speed.

  “Please, harder baby.” She moaned, spreading her legs further once more.

  Without hesitation, I did as she commanded and pushed into her hard, causing her tits to bounce. I bent down and sucked on one of her nipples as I continued to thrust deep into her. Her back arched and she was almost there.

  The pressure returned, but instead of trying to control it, I forced myself faster and harder in and out of her. I came in her first and she shattered around me not even a nanosecond later.

  I positioned myself on the bed beside her, holding her body close to mine.

  She stared into my eyes. “Why did you do it?”

  “I had planned to visit you in Aspen to tell you everything, but then you showed up with amazing sex and an offer I couldn’t refuse. I didn’t care about being your sex slave. If the contract was the only way to keep you in my life, I would do it all over again.” I brushed my thumb against her cheek.

  “Olivia, I have loved you since the moment I saw you, and I would have been crazy to turn you away over something as simple as kinky sex.”

  She snuggled up closer to me, burying her head in my chest for a few minutes.

  Looking up to meet my gaze, pouting playfully, she asked, “Does this mean you are going to take my dominance away?”

  I shook my head. “You make an amazing dominant, Via. I must admit, I had my doubts, but I’m glad to say that you have proved me wrong. I would like to offer a proposition to you,” I said, pausing for her reaction.

  “What is your proposal, Ryan?”

  “As much as I love you and your domineering ways, I miss being in control.” With a small smile forming on my lips, I continued.

  “I suggest we alternate the dominant roles. Whoever initiates the playroom gets to control what happens. Does that sound fair enough?”

  A huge grin appeared on her face. “I agree. You still have a severe ass-whipping coming when we return home.” She stood up and slipped her clothes back on. “Is there any more to this proposition of yours?” she wondered, rather curious.

  “Yes. About this contract of yours, I’m afraid I cannot work under these conditions.” I sat up, not releasing my eyes from hers. “I need to know where you are at all times. I believe that even more so since this recent incident.”

  She stopped what she was doing and gazed at me. “Do you have any idea who is behind all of this?”

  I nodded as I stood up out of bed. “I have my theories about who caused this, but there is nothing to worry about. Marcus and Charlie are going to help.” Walking up and wrapping my arms around her I asked, “Is there anything you can remember?”

  Brushing her fingertips through her hair, she sighed. “One was a little nicer than the other. They kept referring to someone as boss. It’s difficult for me to describe their faces since I didn’t see them very long. They had me blindfolded and tied me up—something I usually love, but not in that situation.”

  I picked up my pants. Sliding them on, she placed her hands on my waistline. “I know what it’s like to undress you. Now I have to know what it feels like to button your pants.” Biting her lip, she buttoned and zipped my pants.

  “Just what I suspected—still sexy as hell. I need to get you home.”

  Without warning, she pulled me out of the room.

  “How did you find out about Jennifer?”

  She shrugged her shoulders. “It isn’t important.” She looked back at me right before opening the door to leave. “I tried calling you last night and couldn’t get you to answer. Jennifer was the one who called me back. I told her to check you into a hotel and bind you to the headboard. I wanted you to feel significantly stupid and guilty by the time I arrived.”

  Chapter Eleven

  “Very well-played, Miss Johnson—having me believe that I had fucked Jennifer.”

  Shit! Damn! Fuck! Did Jennifer and I fuck last night?

  Holding the door open for her, I continued, “I must admit that was a nice move, only because it worked.”

  Grinning as if she had won an award, she strutted out of the room and into the
hallway. Her ego was already the size of Australia. “Just remember, I have tons more up my sleeve, Mister Rayner.”

  “I will remember. That is, if you can fit it in your stubborn head you are not the only one giving the spankings anymore.” Smirking at her, I pushed the elevator button.

  Her eyes widened a tad as we stepped into the elevator. “You would love to spank me now, wouldn’t you?”

  “Olivia, my palms ache to redden that ass of yours every fucking night.”

  A flirtatious grin appeared on her face. “If you are good, I may let you.”

  My manhood stiffened at the thought of smacking her ass until it became a delectable shade of pink. It had been more than five years since I took on the role of a dominant. The strangest part was my Via, with that smart-ass mouth of hers, resurfaced my old self little by little each day.

  “How much do you love me?” her voice wondered, bringing me out of the random elevator thoughts.

  A line between my eyebrows formed as I stared at her. “Is this a trick question? You should know how much I love you by now.”

  “Good, since you have this fixation of wanting to buy me everything on the planet, I could so go for some ice cream.”

  I opened the car door for her, shutting it after she settled herself into the seat, then made my way over to the driver’s side. “If ice cream is what you want, then ice cream is what you shall receive. Whatever my queen wants.” Grinning, I sped off towards town.

  She held up her hand as if to silence me. “For the love of pop-tarts, please do not call me a queen or princess.”

  I playfully bit my lip. “Anything you say, your majesty.”

  Her lips and nose scrunched upwards seconds before she sucker punched me in the arm. “You are already in deep shit. Do you honestly want to pile more on to it?”

  Parking the car, I strolled around and opened her door. “Of course not, Miss Johnson.”

  We walked hand-in-hand into the Lick Pure Creamery, the absolute best ice cream place in town.

  My future wife read the print on the glass door, pursing her lips. “A dream in your mouth. I love it!” She was nearly bouncing up and down as I held the door open. I rolled my eyes, sensing this little tirade of hers was not over just yet.