Through the Eyes of a Male Submissive

by Andie Lea

  She angled her head to look at me. “There you are! We are getting ready to pass the waterfall!”

  Releasing the harness, I joined her by leaning back. It felt so good to be able to stretch out my arms and blow the sweat off my palms.

  “Look at you soaring three hundred feet above ground like a pro!” She was giggling like a schoolgirl.

  I am not certain if her comment had been intended to encourage or scare the living the bat-shit out of me. Shaking my head, I continued to stretch out. “I may not be such a natural like my wife, but I am getting the hang of it!”

  We perked up as if we were in sync the second we heard the sound of running water.

  “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she asked and began to laugh. “I totally thought you were pissing yourself!”

  I playfully rolled my eyes at her. “You are just full of laughs today.”

  She stared at me as she swung back and forth. “At your service, Mister Rayner.”

  “We will see how sarcastic you are once I get you back to the house.”

  My wife narrowed her eyes in my direction. “Why Mister Rayner, how fucking dare you attempt to make me horny when there isn’t a damn thing either of us can do about it!” A devilish grin spread upon her lips.

  “I believe that is strike number three. Mmm, this will make for some good fun!”

  * * * *

  Carrying her into the house, I said, “Alright, we did the zip lining. It is now my turn to choose the next venture.”

  She intertwined her fingers behind my neck with a grin on her face. “My, my, I am honestly shocked that you do not have some fancy-pansy dinner for two set up on the beach, rose pedals leading to the table, a violinist playing a soft tune, and a waiter to serve our meal.”

  “Is that what you want?”

  “Humph. No. I would be more satisfied if we went to Hooters. You know extravagance and I are not the best of friends due to the fact I trip over air!” She was smirking as she jumped out of my grip and on to her feet.

  “Let’s go get changed, Mrs. Rayner.” I smacked her ass.

  Oh damn! She has such a firm ass.

  “Yes sir.” She mocked me by whacking my ass right before making a run for it to the bedroom.

  * * * *

  The second I opened our bedroom door, my eyes practically bulged out of my head at the sight of my bride.

  Holy fuck!

  She held on to one of the long posts at the end of the bed, biting her lip. “Does Papa like?”

  My eyes dried up a bit from not blinking, but I didn’t give a damn.

  My wife was wearing white leggings strapped to her solid white bikini-style panties. A matching spaghetti-strapped top that met the edge of her bikini line with a small strip of see-through material trailed from the middle of her breasts all the way down to her navel. A white veil placed into her hair that had been pulled back into a tight bun and a pair of white pumps pulled everything together.

  “Oh…Papa loves!”

  Grinning at me, she said, “I told you I was anything but a traditional bride, but I still want to fuck your brains out. We are doing this my way. I want you on this bed now, Mister Rayner.”

  Striding over to the bed, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She made her way closer once my legs touched the side of the bed. “I want you to want me like the first time you saw me, baby.” She shoved me on to the mattress by tackling me.

  My lips stayed in sync with hers as we kissed.

  I pulled away from her. “Oh Mrs. Rayner, I want you even more now than I did when we first met. That was when I thought you were sweetly innocent.”

  A grin appeared on her face as she unbuttoned my slacks, yanking them along with my boxers off me.

  Tossing my clothing on the floor, she hovered over me with a smirk I had not yet seen before. “I am going to fuck you like I have never fucked you before.”

  Shit! Damn! Fuck! What in the hell is this woman going to do to me? As my heart pounded against my chest, I didn’t move my eyes from her delectable figure.

  Pulling not one, but two sets of handcuffs from behind her back, she restrained my wrists to the boards above my head. “Mm-mm baby! As much as I want you, I am going to make this linger. You are going to be burning for my body by the time this is all said and done.”

  Before I said a single word, she stood up and strolled over to the miniature fridge that stood in the far corner of the room. She returned with whipped cream, chocolate fudge, caramel topping, and sprinkles.

  “Now Mister Rayner, I believe you owe me a sundae. Since I did not have the chance to enjoy the one you made for me the night you took me over your grand piano, you are going to be my treat this evening.”

  My body twitched the moment the cold whipped cream came into contact with my chest, my abdomen, and my manhood. Next, the chocolate and caramel poured all together. Last, but not least, she dispensed the sprinkles over my naked body.

  To my absolute surprise, she stripped off her clothing except the veil and sprayed herself with whipped cream from the start of her pubic hairline all the way to her ass crack, and unshackled me from the bed just before clambering atop of my chest, facing away from me.

  “You will eat your treat and I will do the same.”

  Without any hesitation, my hands went to her hips and I buried my face into her sex the moment she flared it up closer to me, hearing her faint moaning as my tongue searched her.

  My hips rose the second she slammed my erection into her mouth. Her tongue swirled down to the tip and she bit as she sucked, and stroked me up and then downwards.

  I squeezed her ass cheeks, forcing my tongue into her sex. Oh, how her wetness bewilders me!

  My body yearned to be inside hers. I could not stand it any longer. Twisting and turning our bodies, I found my way on top of her.

  “You are an amazing woman, Olivia Rayner.”

  Sliding my throbbing erection into her, the sexual tension eased from my groin as I pushed further into her.

  The topping on my stomach was now on her. Bending down, I licked and sucked her clean as she ran her fingers through my hair.

  “I warned that you would be scorching for me. To my surprise, it was sooner than I had expected.”

  I looked up to meet her gaze. “Oh baby, I have been craving you ever since you pulled that little stunt of hijacking my keys.”

  Bringing my face up to hers, she plowed her lips into mine, grinning as she pulled away. “I love you, baby.”

  Her words sent me through the roof. She picked up on this vibe and spread her legs further apart.

  Holding on to them, I pushed myself deeper into her.

  Clutching a fistful of my hair, she rolled us over so she could be on top. As she moved her hips at a rapid pace, she leaned her body into me. I buried my face into her breasts, grabbing a hold of them, licking and sucking one at a time.

  “Oh baby, I am so close,” she groaned, riding me faster and harder.

  Feeling the pressure rising in my groin, my head went back as I pressed her body closer to mine. Our bodies released at the same time and my wife’s body slumped atop mine, her nose landing in my neck.

  I laid us down, holding her close to me and kissing her hair. “Oh woman, you never cease to amaze me.”

  She flashed a smile that could light the room. “Good. Someone has to keep you on your toes around here. Without me, your life would be boring and dull.”

  “You are one hundred percent right, Mrs. Rayner.” Kissing her, I climbed out of bed. “As much as I would love to lay here and cuddle with you all night, we have another matter to partake in this evening.”

  Jumping out of bed, she smacked my ass on her way to the bathroom. I stood in the doorway and watched as she turned on the water to the shower. Every step this woman took aroused me.

  Placing her hand in the stream to test the water, she turned her head to look at me. “Would you care to join me, Mister Rayner?”

  Removing the veil and allowing her ha
ir to flow down, she tossed the headpiece at me.

  Catching it in mid-air, I couldn’t help but smile. “Since I am already naked, why the hell not?”

  “Aren’t you quite the charmer?” Rolling her eyes, she stepped in and began soaking her hair.

  “I must be, since I somehow managed to get your stubborn ass to marry me.”

  She waved her hand at me as if to shrug me off. “Oh, tish-tosh. The reason I married you is because I haven’t woken up from my comatose state yet. One of these days I will and you will be in trouble.” She pursed her lips together to keep from laughing.

  I rolled my eyes at her. This woman had quite the imagination and such eccentricity.

  “For the millionth time, Via, you are not in a coma. Even if you were, I am still the man of your dreams.”

  Shaking her head, she snickered. “Let’s not open this door!”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Via’s foot began to tap in the car. “Why can’t you ever tell me where we are going?”

  “I am treating my wife to an amazing dinner. What is the harm in that?”

  Shaking her head, she looked over and scowled. “I know how you operate, Mister Rayner. You fancy this whole keeping me in the dark thing way too much!”

  I couldn’t help but grin. “You have a problem with worrying too much. Please trust me on this. You are going to love it.”

  Without saying a word, she leaned back into the seat and stared out the window.

  Pursing my lips to restrain myself from laughing at her, I pulled the car into a hotel along Coconut Beach.

  “You dragged my ass out of the house to bring me to a hotel?” She began roaring with laughter.

  “Oh Ryan, I love you dearly, but you really need to work on the whole what is considered to be a surprise and what is not!”

  Playfully rolling my eyes, I put the car in park and killed the engine. I strolled around the car, tossed the keys to the valet, and opened the passenger door for my wife.

  “The surprise is waiting inside, Mrs. Rayner.”

  “Of course it is,” she groaned as she took a hold of my hand.

  My grin resurfaced at the thought of this agitating the shit out of her. Leading her closer to the building, the doorkeepers opened the doors for us. I picked my bride up and carried her across the threshold.

  To my utter amazement, she didn’t smart off as I placed her back upon her feet.

  She stared at me in confusion the second I placed my hand on her forehead. “What in the hell are you doing?”

  “You didn’t say anything smart. You must be getting sick!”

  “I am sparing you by not ruining your moment. Duh!” She rolled her eyes.

  * * * *

  The hostess escorted us to our private dining table.

  As we walked, I peered over my shoulder to familiarize myself with the surroundings. I almost tripped over my own feet the second I recognized her face, after blinking multiple times, of course. Thankfully, she didn’t say my name aloud. Via would have, without a doubt, blown everything out of proportion.

  I sat down after holding my wife’s chair for her, ordered the wine, and was itching to find out why in the hell she was here!

  “I have to excuse myself to the restroom. Do not move a single muscle, Mrs. Rayner.”

  Standing up, I left the room and slid the door shut behind me.

  I spotted her chatting with the bartender and sipping on bottled water. “How is married life treating you, Ryan?” she asked the moment I strolled into earshot.

  Shaking my head, I ignored her question. “Outside, now,” I hissed, leading her out of the restaurant and clear from everyone’s, including my wife’s, view.

  “Oh, I like it rough. How sweet of you to remember, Mister Rayner.”

  My lips snarled at her, “What in the hell are you doing here, Ashley? We agreed to never speak to each other!”

  She grinned. “Don’t get your panties in a wad! I am here on vacation with my husband. See.” She flashed me her ring.

  “I heard you were going to be here on your honeymoon, and let’s just say you are not the hardest person to track down. There is no need to go into hysterics Master Rayner.”

  Before I could say a word to the woman who had been my submissive before Jennifer, my cell phone rang.

  I looked at the ID, sliding the screen with my fingertip to answer it.

  “What?” I shouted into the phone.

  My eyes widened in horror at the words spoken into my ear. “We will discuss this when I return!”

  Hanging up, I shoved the phone back into my pocket.

  “Are you having problems on the home front, Ryan?” Ashley wondered, staring at me with worry.

  I ran my fingers through my hair, tears pushing the rims of my eyes. “My wife is going to kill me.”

  “It can’t be that bad. What did you do, impregnate a woman?” Ashley snickered.

  The expression on her face went from sarcastic to horrific in a matter of seconds once she saw me cringing as if I was in pain.

  “Holy fucking shit! You did!” she exclaimed, her jaw almost hitting the floor.

  I stood there, shaking my head in bewilderment. “I’m a fucking dead man…”

  Snapping her fingers, she brought my back from my horrendous thoughts.

  “Ryan, listen to me, no matter who you did this to, you have to tell her. Keeping a secret like this from her will only get you into deeper shit.”

  Shit! Damn! Fuck! If I had known Jennifer was not on any contraceptive, I would have never even… ugh! Via is going to go ape-shit. Wait… It is going to be much worse! You might as well kiss your sorry ass goodbye, Rayner! My thoughts were becoming darker as I walked back into our dining room.

  Ashley is right. You have to tell her now and not procrastinate on it.

  Sliding the door open, my breathtaking wife smiled the second she saw me. “There you are. I was beginning to think you got lost.”

  I sat down and ran my fingers through my hair. “No baby, I didn’t get lost.”

  “What’s wrong? You look like you have seen a ghost.” She was gazing at me with concern in her eyes.

  Not yet, but getting ready to!

  “Jennifer called. She’s pregnant.”

  Via took a bite of her salad, obviously not thinking much of what I had just said.

  “Jennifer is having a baby? She and Jason must be happy. I bet William and Sarah are through the roof with the whole two grand babies being expected.”

  She paused to gaze up at my restless face. “Wait, when you say Jennifer is pregnant…”

  “I mean the child she is carrying belongs to me, not Jason.” I finished her sentence, fidgeting in my seat.

  My heart pounded against my chest as I waited for her response. To my surprise, she didn’t say a single word. Picking up her wine glass, I had expected her to chuck it across the table at me. Even though all she did was take a sip and set the glass down, my body still ached. I know silence is deadly, but my wife’s stillness is fucking lethal!

  * * * *

  Via remained quiet throughout dinner and the ride back to the house. Shit! Damn! Fuck! You have fucked things up this time, Rayner!

  She still refused to talk as she walked into the house, and made her way into our bedroom. I watched from the doorway as she pulled her suitcase out of the closet, and packed her clothes into it.

  “Baby, please, I am begging you, do not do this.”

  She picked up her bag and stood right in front of me. “Out of my way, Ryan.”

  Her tone was furiously bitter as she glared at me. I had no choice but to step out of the doorway.

  I followed her outside. “Baby, please talk to me about this. Don’t leave angry.”

  She stopped to turn around and stare at me. “Don’t leave angry? Fine!”

  Forcing a smile on her face, she walked backwards. “Are you happy now, Ryan? I’m not leaving fucking angry. I’m not shitting anything but rainbows and bunny rabbits ov
er here!”

  I tried my damnedest not to crack a smile as I crept closer towards her. “If you want to leave, we can leave. We arrived here together, we are leaving together.”

  She gripped her suitcase tighter. “I want to go home! Back to where life was much simpler. I wish I had never met your fucked up ass!”

  Understanding her spiteful words were out of anger, I nodded. “At least let me drive you to the airport.”

  Without saying a word, she walked to the car and settled herself into the passenger seat.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  My stubborn wife did not speak a single word during the drive to the airport.

  “Olivia Marie Rayner, you are going to talk to me sooner or later. It may as well be now,” I insisted as we waited for her plane to Aspen.

  She looked over at me. Her anger had turned into sorrow.

  “What is it that you want me to say, Ryan? Tell me how I am supposed to feel? Oh, congratulations Mister Rayner, you managed to impregnate your wife and your ex-submissive!” She rolled her eyes in aggravation.

  She shook her head before continuing, “I could never hate you, Ryan, but everything has gone to hell in a hurry!”

  My eyes flitted over to meet her gaze. “You believe that running away is the solution?”

  “I’m not running, Ryan.”

  “Oh really, Via? Take a look around. You made me promise always to talk to me whenever we come across a problem. You are such a hypocrite!” I was trying to keep my cool.

  Her eyes blinked a few times, taken aback by my words. “I’m the hypocrite? Are you fucking serious?”

  “If I recall, the threesome was your idea!” I hissed.

  She stood up, grabbed her suitcase, and slapped me hard across the face before trotting off to board her plane.

  Shit! Damn! Fuck! My fingers fisted through my hair at the thought of her being gone and out of my life just like that! I stood there, gawking at Via’s plane until it left for take-off.

  Where in the fuck do I go from here?

  * * * *

  The beach house was lonely and empty without the company of my wife. My parents had warned me about the first year of marriage being a doozy, but they did not caution me about the first forty-eight hours!