by Andie Lea
She paused for a minute to stare at me. “I always believed that I was the dream in your mouth.”
Walking closer to the counter, the both of us stared up at the board to decide what we want.
“Oh, there’s a Mister Blissful!” She smacked my arm similar to a child. “The California Cheesecake sounds good. I love cheesecake!”
“Olivia, sweetheart, you are dessert addict.”
After ordering Via the Mister Blissful, I ordered a California Cheesecake for myself, so she would be able to eat off mine as well, of course.
“This place has only been up and running for a year and has already been voted the best place for ice cream.”
My bride nodded in agreement. “I can see why. I would love to get you and Mister Blissful here together in our playroom. Both of us would be in absolute heaven.”
* * * *
“Oh baby, you taste so delicious,” Via stated as she licked Mister Blissful off my chest.
I was unable to answer her because of being gagged, blindfolded, and bound to the bed. Flat on my back with my arms above my head and my legs spread eagle, I winced when she bit on my left nipple.
I heard the clinking of her heels and then the obvious sting against my thigh from her crop. “I did not like the fact that you lost your temper in court and I had to find out about it from somebody else, Mister Rayner.”
She whacked me again in the same spot. “You went to Alaska without me. Is there something up there you wish for me not to see? Heaven forbid if I were to get attacked by a moose!”
She tapped the other thigh this time. “Because of your disappearance, I was kidnapped! I have no idea who is behind this, but the both of us know it’s you they want. You should give me one good reason I shouldn’t leave you this way overnight.”
My eyes widened from underneath the blindfold. Certainly, she wouldn’t dare leave me hung up like this the entire night. On second thought, yes, she would.
I struggled a bit and she whipped me again. “Calm yourself, baby. It was only a suggestion.”
The crop fell to the floor and she clambered over me and sat on my junk. She leaned into me so I felt her bare breasts on my chest. She carefully unshackled my wrists, and my arms fell on to the bed. Holy shit! How does this woman turn me on so much? Her wetness almost drenched my abdomen.
“You want me now, don’t you? It is agonizing to want something so much, isn’t it?”
I could tell she was contemplating on whether to fuck the living shit out of me or keep my balls blue.
“As part of your punishment, there will be no fucking going on in this room tonight. I have other plans for us, if you would follow me, please,” she said matter-of-factly as she descended off me, strolling to the door.
Baffled, I had no choice but to follow her out of the room. She stopped in front of my office. “Now, before I open the door you have to remember something. This is your domain. You may do with me what you wish.”
Holy Fuck! She’s handing the control over to me! I slung her over my shoulder and opened the door. Wandering over to my desk, I cleared everything off with one hand and set her down. I removed her heels and let them fall to the floor. Kissing the top of her foot, I made my way to her inner thigh. “You’re right. I want you so badly, baby.”
“Take me,” were the words I needed to hear for the animal inside me to take control.
I pulled her on to her feet and spun her around. “Lean forward and hold on tight, baby. I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
Sloping forward and spreading her legs, she placed a firm grip on to the edge of the desk with both arms stretched out. I placed my hands upon her hips and slammed into her, hard. She cried out and I pushed into her faster and deeper. As I thrust, she arched her ass out and pushed her body against mine with every stroke. My grip on her hips tightened. Her walls warmed around me the second she came. Her warmth sent me through the roof, forcing her to hold on tighter as I let loose inside of her. My muscles relaxed as the sexual tension vanquished. I hung on to my soon-to-be-bride as I rested my head on her back.
She turned around the moment I pulled out of her. Kissing me, she stared into my eyes. “You are not such a bad dominant yourself, Mister Rayner.”
* * * *
Thankfully, I woke up the next morning not handcuffed or bound, by any means, to the bed.
I opened my eyes to see my gorgeous fiancée sleeping peacefully. As I stared at her relaxed face, I couldn’t help but think everything could have been worse. Whoever did this to my Via had to be after me for something. I was not sure who would do this or what their reasons were, but for some reason, my mind kept going back to Jennifer. I hadn’t seen the woman in years, yet she returned after I became engaged.
I shook my head at my thoughts as I made my way to the bathroom. Jennifer could not have done something as drastic as this. From the looks of it, she and Via appeared to have gotten to know each other somehow—another mystery that just pestered the piss out of me. There was nothing like having your ex-submissive befriending your dominating betrothed.
The water was nice and hot against my cool skin. Allowing it to flow through my hair, I tried thinking of who else would be involved in kidnapping my woman. Not a single person came to mind.
I needed to have a chat with Jennifer, and soon.
Rinsing the shampoo out, I shut the water off and stepped out. I wrapped a newly cleaned towel around my waist and strolled out of the bathroom.
Via was still fast asleep. As much as I hated to, I had to wake her. I had a big day planned for us today.
“Via, sweetheart, it’s time to wake up.”
Her eyes fluttered open and a smile escaped from my lips.
She looked up at my semi-naked body and smiled. “Well, happy early Fourth of July to me!”
I rolled my eyes. “As much as I would love to fuck you, I have a busy day planned for us. Please get dressed. I will be waiting for you downstairs.” Suddenly kissing her, I strolled out of the room, shutting the door behind me.
* * * *
“Oh! I actually like these. May we see these?” Via asked the clerk, pointing inside the display case at Green Lake Jewelry Works.
If it were up to me, I would have flown her to New York to buy rings and whatever else she needed for the big day. She insisted we keep everything as local as possible. She made it clear that she didn’t want, or need, extravagant things.
The female clerk smiled as she unlocked the case from the other side of the counter. I couldn’t help but notice the look of envy on her face as she pulled out the small display of rings, placing them upon the glass in front of us.
“We do custom designs as well, ma’am.”
Via nodded as she picked up a men’s titanium wedding band and turned to face me. “Hold out your left-hand for me please.”
I did as she instructed and held up my left hand, hearing my heart putter at what she was getting ready to do.
She gripped my wrist and placed the ring upon the proper finger, moving my hand at every angle as she gazed at the titanium.
“What do you think?”
I couldn’t keep myself from beaming like an idiot. “This is the one baby.”
Hugging her closely, I twirled her around a couple of times.
She grinned as she focused her attention on the clerk. “Would you have a match for this one in a woman’s design?”
The clerk—her name tag read Jessica—smiled as she pulled the same titanium ring out of the same display set. The only recognizable difference was this one had small diamonds layered around the band.
“Here you go, ma’am.”
“Allow me.” Taking the ring from her and looking at my future wife, I held out my free hand to her.
“Future Mrs. Rayner, would you mind giving me the honor of allowing me to place this ring upon your finger?”
She giggled in embarrassment as the clerk watched us with her begrudging glare.
Focusing as I positioned the ring on Via’
s finger, she shivered from a cold chill.
“You are right, they’re perfect.” She stared up at Jessica. “We will take these.”
Jessica nodded as she took the rings from my hand. She put them into their separate boxes and into a larger box together as she rang us up at the register. Via virtually choked on her spit once she looked at the final price.
I held on to her as we walked outside. “I have another surprise for you.”
“Of course you do,” she said with an eye roll.
Chapter Twelve
Charlie pulled into our driveway and I heard the snickering of my future wife. Oh, how I wish I could spank the living hell out of her now!
“Your surprise for me is taking me back home?” Via wondered with a little giggle. “Oh, my goodness, I am so overwhelmed! Oh baby, you shouldn’t have!”
I playfully rolled my eyes at her smart mouth. “My mother, father, Jason, and Samantha will be joining us for a celebration dinner tonight.”
She stared at me in confusion. “What celebration?”
“Our engagement, of course, and the fact you are still alive is a factor. If this had been the case, we would be rejoicing more often than necessary. You are a bit too accident prone.” I escorted her into the house.
“I resent your smart comment, Mister Rayner!” she replied, smacking my ass and running to the bedroom.
Strolling into the bedroom, I witnessed Via’s naked figure walking to the bathroom and turning on the shower.
“I have something to tell you, but I don’t want you getting mad at me,” I told her as I stood in the doorway of the bathroom.
Stepping into the shower, she turned her head and let the water splash her body.
“I have this strange feeling that Jennifer slipped me a roofie last night.” I stood there waiting for her reaction.
“Did she do anything else to you?”
Shrugging, I ran my fingers through my hair. “I can’t remember a fucking thing except being at the bar with Marcus!”
“We will discuss this later.” She began rinsing the shampoo out of her hair.
Shit! Damn! Fuck! I hope she isn’t pissed at me!
* * * *
“Olivia, how are the other plans coming along with Samantha?” My mother broke the silence at the dining table.
Via nodded her head with excitement. “The rings have been chosen, as well as my gown, the bridesmaid dresses, and Ryan’s tuxedo. The clothes are taken care of, so nobody will be running around naked.”
I nearly choked on my wine from trying not to burst out laughing. “That could still be debated, Miss Johnson.”
Samantha held up her hand as if to silence us. “Alright, save it for the honeymoon.”
Before anyone else said a single word, Charlie stepped into the room. “Excuse Mister Rayner, a Miss Jennifer Davis to see you sir.”
Via narrowed her eyes while Samantha smiled in her direction. My brother looked like he had just swallowed his tongue.
I smiled at Jennifer when she came into the room. “Good evening, Miss Davis.”
She looked angry as she folded her arms. “Don’t give me your line of bullshit, Ryan. I received your nasty e-mail this morning. How in the hell could you even believe I had anything to do with what happened to Via?”
Out of the corner of my eye, I observed Via giving Samantha a desperate pleading expression.
I stood up. “Now is not the time, Jennifer. You have always been so bad with timing.”
Jennifer looked around at everyone ruefully. “I’m sorry for ruining your meal, everyone. I need to borrow Ryan for a few minutes.”
She dragged me out of the room by the collar of my shirt and didn’t stop until we were in a different room. “What in the hell is going on with you, Ryan? You know damn fucking well that I had nothing to do with this!”
Small murmurs escaped from the other room as I shook my head. “What else am I supposed to believe when you show up here after five years shortly after I get engaged? On top of that, you slipped something in my drink last night!”
Jennifer strolled up to me, pressing her ear against mine. “You seemed to enjoy every bit of it last night, baby,” she informed me, slapping my face.
“Ryan, please wait. Jennifer didn’t do this.” Samantha appeared into the room. “I did it. I hired the men to kidnap Via because I wanted you all to myself.”
Jennifer’s jaw just about hit the floor as the both of us gaped at her. I felt my blood beginning to boil. I was so pissed I couldn’t even speak.
Samantha shook her head. “Look Ryan, I would explain everything if I could, but I can’t because I cannot talk about my past.”
She looked over at Jennifer and back at Via with sympathy written in her eyes. “I know how to see myself out.”
“Hold it!” I yelled, sensing she had been lying through her teeth.
I glared at her. “Who are you really protecting, Samantha?”
She pursed her lips together as if to keep from talking.
She sighed. “My name isn’t Samantha Benson. It’s Madison White.” Grabbing a hold of the top of her head, she pulled back her blond wig and revealed a dark brown shade with highlights the color of purple.
“I’m an FBI agent tracking how our dear Mister Martinez ran his operations. After he was sent to prison, he was still arranging orders for break-ins and whatever else he could order out of his servants. The day of the hearing, and after your confrontation with Mister Martinez, was when I knew that he would find some way to attack, so to speak.”
Madison White, I repeated her name in my head. I went to high school with a Madison White. Holy shit! She is the fucking same girl! “Miss White, if you knew who the perpetrator was, why couldn’t you come forward to me with this information?”
“I was not allowed to blow my cover. He threw me off a bit when he had those men come and take Via. In my stupidity, I assumed he would have tracked you down in Alaska,” she began to explain.
“He was tracking you the same way he had been keeping tabs on Samantha Benson, our cell phones. The initial plan was for the men to grab me, but they took Via instead due to an instant change in the order from Mister Boss Man himself.”
My mind was completely blown away by this point. “How does all of this explain Jennifer being here?”
Madison grinned as if I had just asked her the simplest question known to man. “You were catching on to Mister Martinez at a fast pace. For your protection, along with Miss Johnson’s, I had no choice but to make a quick call to Miss Davis. It was cruel of me to do, but it had to be done.”
“What if Mister Martinez sends somebody else to attack?” Via walked closer, wrapping her arms around me.
Madison shook her head. “They wouldn’t have the chance. Your house was put under our watchful eye since the day of the kidnapping. There hasn’t been any activity yet, but we never know when he will try to make a move again.”
My mind flooded with worry and questions. “How can you be so sure this is Martinez? What is it that I need to do to keep her safe?”
“No more last second business trips would help. My team and I can handle the rest, Mister Rayner. Charlie and I have been working on this case non-stop. This is something right up his alley,” Madison informed me with a friendly smile.
She looked at Via. “What I said about my mother making dresses is true, but since I couldn’t get a hold of her, I went ahead and scheduled you for a fitting a La Belle Reve for tomorrow afternoon.”
Via smiled at her. “Thank you. So Jennifer knew that you were a FBI agent the entire time?”
“Yes I did. I have not been allowed to speak a single word about anything because I couldn’t risk blowing Madison’s cover.” Jennifer smiled at Via, but smirked in my direction. “How could I refuse an offer to get under Ryan’s skin?”
“Is everything alright, son?” my father questioned as he and my mother strolled into the room.
He took too long of a glance at Samantha, now Madison.
“Were you just a blond a few seconds ago?”
Madison politely smiled. “As much as I would love to fill you in, Ryan can take over from here. I must be getting home. I have a kitty to go feed.” She looked at Charlie and grinned. “Would you mind walking me out, kind sir?”
Charlie escorted her outside with a bewildered expression on his face.
I sensed everyone’s eyes on me as Madison left, wondering if anyone else caught on to her sexual innuendo at Charlie.
“Are you going to tell us what happened?” my mother chimed in, probably not able to take the silence any longer.
I shrugged as I ran my fingers through my hair. “Someone is pissed I put them in jail. I have a feeling he will not be bothering us anymore.”
Jason couldn’t take his eyes off Jennifer even if he tried.
I would have been jealous and mad as hell a few months ago. There was no fucking way I would have allowed him to even so much as talk to an ex-submissive of mine. Since Via had come along, though, the way I thought about things had changed. I almost blubbered today as my wife-to-be bestowed the ring on my finger. As I felt the weight of it for a few brief moments, I knew I would never want anything more than to be married to her. She pulled me out of the darkness I had been living in for so many years. I held on to her a little tighter as I looked at Jason and then over to Jennifer.
“Jen, this is my brother Jason. Jason, this is Jennifer Davis, an old friend of mine.”
Via coughed, passing it off as clearing her throat. I stared down at her and recognized what was going through her mind.
“She is an old friend my ass,” she whispered into my ear.
* * * *
Charlie and I waited in the car as Via and Madison went into the dress shop for their appointment. There was no way in hell I was going to step foot in that shop. Besides, I didn’t want to see my bride wearing her dress until I gazed down the aisle at her.
“So, you and Madison are an item now, huh?”
Charlie looked back through the rearview mirror at me and politely smiled. “I guess you could say that, sir.”
