Through the Eyes of a Male Submissive

by Andie Lea

  She shook her head before staring up into my eyes. “I don’t know if I have the strength to deal with this.”

  “Olivia Rayner, I am going to tell you something I have been dying to say since this whole ordeal started. Are you ready?”

  She kept my gaze, the mood in her eyes confused as hell.

  “I told you so. I am the father to one baby and it is not Jennifer’s. My baby is carrying my baby, right here,” I assured her, placing a hand over her belly and plowing my lips into hers.

  She pulled away and glared at me with hunger in her eyes. “Why Mrs. Rayner, if I did not know any better, I would say that you were trying to seduce me.”

  Instead of speaking, she just bit her lip and trotted out of the freezer. I followed her out of curiosity, right up to Mister Mike Hunt.

  She smiled at him, congratulating on his engagement to my sister, calling him brother-in-law and kissing him on the cheek, making the idiot blush.

  My hands fisted through my hair even though I could see what the hell she was doing.

  * * * *

  The music blared from the iPod in the playroom.

  Another amazing benefit of Via being pregnant was the mere fact she now begged for me to dominate in the playroom.

  Does my wife ask me to take control? Hell no she doesn’t! Asking me to initiate some playroom fun would be the simplest, but when have I known my Via to take the easy route?

  Ah, the random shit she does to push my buttons! She has flirted with other men while we have been out in public, paying no attention to if they were married or single. My absolute favorite was when she decided to run downstairs to answer the door, giving our gardener quite the show. I had to make up some excuse for her as I wrote his check.

  My wife’s groaning pulled me back into the now. I had all of her limbs shackled to the cross with her facing the wall, blindfolded. My front teeth bit down on my lip as I whacked her ass with a flogger, causing her to moan out again.

  Since she couldn’t hear me, I strolled over to the drawer and pulled out a toy we have not yet used, and grabbed a few other items needed. Tossing everything on the bed, I walked over and unbound her from the chains, but kept her sight impaired.

  Grabbing the solid black support made of lace, I buckled it around her knees and made her steady herself on to the floor. I pressed my lips to her ear. “Open that smart mouth of yours nice and wide, and put your hands on the floor.”

  Without any hesitation, she placed her palms on the hardwood floor and opened her mouth. I inserted the gag and strapped it around her head, my erection touching her ass.

  After wetting my fingers with my mouth, I grazed her sex and her asshole, slipping my finger into it. My manhood hardened at her moist sex as I played with her using the opposite hand.

  I could hear her groan, muffled by the gag, when I switched my finger with the anal beads. Her fingers pressed against the floor as I pulled each bead bit by bit out of her. Letting them fall to the floor after the last one passed through, I grabbed her hips and slammed into her, moving her body with the force of my thrusting.

  “Holy fucking shit, baby, how do you do this me?”

  Before I could release myself into her, I pulled out and jerked her off the floor, spinning her around to face me. She looked beautiful with a gag in her mouth.

  I unhooked the knee padding off her and grabbed the remote, turning the music down.

  “Lay down on the bed,” I commanded, as I removed the gag, letting it fall to the floor.

  Clambering on top of her, I took the hair tie that held her braid in place, and kissed her forehead, her nose, and her lips.

  “Please speak to me, baby.” The dominance escaped from my tone.

  She applauded and then placed her hands on my cheeks. “It’s about damn time! I knew you had him buried in there somewhere.”

  I pressed my lips into hers, pushing myself into her and thrusting, trailing kisses on to her neck and chest, licking and nipping on her breasts. Her nails dug into my back when I began to force myself in deeper and harder. “Oh baby, please come for me!”

  I shattered into her the second those words bolted from her lips, triggering her to explode around me.

  Pulling out of her, I laid on the bed right beside her, reeling her body closer to my body and hanging on to her, never wanting to let her go.

  She may have a hard time believing this, but I would do anything for this woman. My life would be nothing without her. I didn’t even want to imagine what it would feel like if I were ever to lose her. I shuddered at the thought of it!

  “What are you thinking about?” she wondered, bumping me out of my thoughts.

  I kissed her hair and grinned. “You, baby.”

  * * * *

  My amazing wife sure as hell knows how to throw a party.

  I am not upset she forced me to wear a white and pink tuxedo with a pink bow tie to match. I need to consider buying her a Chihuahua. My ensemble corresponded with her white strapless dress that had a pink wrap to conceal her pregnant mid-section.

  Uncle Jim and his band played music on the small stage as people continued to pour in.

  Via grabbed my hand and whisked me with her on to the stage. Holding the microphone with one hand and mine with the other, she waited for everyone to quiet down before she began talking.

  “Wow… You have no idea how much it means to us that all of you are here. I lost my stepmother to breast cancer a few years ago. It shattered mine and my father’s hearts to have her taken away from us. We will always love and miss her, and this is the perfect way for us to keep her spirit alive.” She paused to smile at her dad. “My handsome husband and I thank you all so much for helping us support such an amazing cause. Before anyone asks, yes I made him coordinate his attire with mine this evening.” She chuckled with the crowd for a second.

  She smiled at everyone. “Alright, let’s get this party up and running!”

  My sister strolled up from the opposite side of the stage, modeling the bra.

  “Our Amanda here is wearing the infamous Victoria’s Secret Fantasy Bra. This piece of lingerie is one of a kind with a divine custom bedazzle of many jewels to make any woman feel like royalty when they wear it. Be sure and place your bid at the bar during tonight’s festivities. Thank you, Amanda.”

  A couple of guys whistled as my sister strolled off the stage and disappeared to the back.

  “The other items you may bid on at the bar are a seventy-inch high-definition television, an iPad mini, and a Kindle Fire-touchscreen, along with plenty of other technological electronics I do not understand how to operate, sponsored by Rayner and Company, Inc.” She squeezed my hand tighter. “Thank you all so much again for joining us. We hope you all enjoy yourselves. Ladies, do not forget to exchange your old bra for a one-hundred dollar gift card to Victoria’s Secret.”

  “Will you be auctioning off Mister Rayner as well?” a feminine voice yelled.

  My eyes and ears perked up a bit as the crowd chuckled.

  “Oh, I don’t know about that. I have considered it.” She giggled as I began to strut myself on the stage.

  Jim’s band joined me by playing the tune to Muse’s Supermassive Black Hole. I danced around, pushing my jacket off, and tossing it on my wife’s head. The crowd clapped and cheered, chanting my name as I sashayed down the catwalk my sister had just been on.

  “Dazzle this Edward Cullen!” I grabbed my junk, ripped my bow tie off, slung it around, and threw it at the woman who had asked Via to auction me off.

  I made my way back to my Via, pulling her frame into mine. Sensing what I was about to do, Jim and his band mates switched the song to a much slower ballad. I kept my wife close, leading her to the catwalk and slow dancing with her.

  “I love you so much, Mrs. Rayner. You amaze me,” I whispered into her ear.

  She smiled and softly kissed my lips. “Are you going to tell me what in the hell that was?”

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  Resting her head on my chest, she moved her feet with the music.

  This is where I want to be for the rest of my life, with my dominating wife in my arms and our children surrounding us. I am so fucking lucky to have this incredible woman in my life, and I would be lost without her. She and our baby are the only reasons I wake up every day. Without them, I would have nothing.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  November The In-Law’s House-Seattle, Washington. Via Rayner

  Sarah greeted us at the door, pulling me into a firm hug and rubbing my growing abdomen.

  “Thank you so much for coming.”

  I stared at her in confusion. “It’s Thanksgiving and we are family. Where else would we be?”

  She led us into the sitting area, which is when her words clicked in my head.

  Jason and Jennifer were sitting on one of the small sofas.

  Either my body language speaks for itself or my husband has been having conversations with his mother about the friction between me and Jennifer.

  There would not be any negative feelings towards Jennifer if she could learn to butt out of mine and Ryan’s life. I mean, was it essential for her to call Ryan during our honeymoon just to damper the mood by informing him the spawn she was carrying might be his? I don’t think so!

  “Happy Thanksgiving, everybody!”

  Surprised by the tone of my voice, I sat down on the small couch opposite Brangelina. Ryan sat beside me, handing me a club soda as he practically sat on my lap. Any other time, I would find this as a sweet gesture, but now that I was pregnant, the man’s body heat gave me hot flashes like no other!

  His fingertips trailed my legs and up my dress. He winced when I clamped his hand between my legs.

  I shook my head as my lips grazed his ear. “There will be no turning me on. I can and will shove a turkey leg up your ass!”

  “Oh Mrs. Rayner, sounds rather kinky,” he mumbled back to me.

  Rolling my eyes, I allowed him to escort me to the dinner table once the maid announced dinner had been served.

  I couldn’t help but wonder how my daddy was holding up. This would be our first Thanksgiving away from each other and I missed him. My entire family had relied on me and my aunts to prepare the meal. My jobs were the turkey and desserts while my aunts covered the side dishes and beverages. Here I am being waited on hand and foot by maids and servers instead of working hard in my kitchen, singing and dancing around to the blasting radio. Will I ever adjust to this extraordinary lifestyle?

  “Olivia, would you like to say the blessing dear?” Sarah’s voice startled me out of my thoughts.

  Oh my damn! What? They want me to give the blessing… This will be interesting.

  Before my husband made an excuse for me, I stood and bowed my head, keeping a solid grip of his hand.

  “Dear Heavenly Father, we would like to thank you from the bottom of our hearts for allowing us to share this wonderful day with our loved ones. I am grateful every single day you have brought these beautiful people into my life. Please bless this food and everyone here today, including everyone who could not be here to join us.”

  Ryan stood beside me and began to speak. “Bless the new additions to our family. Give them a safe and healthy arrival. Amen.”

  I peered up at my husband. My heart melted the second I saw the tears filling his eyes.

  Holy shit! He is scared as hell about this whole baby ordeal!

  As the tears were now forming in my eyes, I wrapped my arms around his neck, not having a single care in the world who was watching.

  “Olivia Rayner, I am so thankful every day to have you in my life.” He spoke into my neck.

  The tears flowed down my cheeks—damned hormones—as I kissed his lips. “I should be the one thanking you, baby. Look at this amazing life you have given me. “

  He placed his hand over me, grinning when he felt our little soccer player kick. He bent down and kissed the spot where he had just been kicked, getting hit again.

  “Oh yeah, you are most definitely your mother’s baby—so demanding and always willing to kick daddy’s ass.”

  I snickered as we sat down to eat, partaking in the small chitchat traveling around the table.

  * * * *

  A few hours later, I did not protest when Ryan carried me into the house.

  “How in the hell could you let me eat so much? We are going to have to fuck at least three times just to burn off the calories I ingested!” I stated while he still had a hold of me.

  With a smirk on his lips, he slung me over his shoulders and slapped my ass cheeks as he carried me up the stairs and into our bedroom. Shutting the door with his foot, he took a huge stride and set me down on to our bed.

  Propping myself against my elbows, I observed as he peeled off his shirt, igniting a spark in my libido. He kept his pants on as he crawled on the bed, trailing his hands up my legs. Gripping my panties and ripping them off my hips, he eventually tossed them on the floor. Rolling me over, he unzipped my dress and removed it from my skin.

  Once I was completely bare, he trailed kisses all over my back, turning me over to repeat the process on my chest. My sex moistened as his lips made their way down to my stomach, just above my pubic line.

  “Daddy loves you and mommy so much. Daddy wants to show you how much mommy loves him. Are you ready?” He spoke to my belly, working his way down to bury his face into my sex.

  My hips rose upwards as my head flung back into the pillows, and I grasped on to the sheets.

  “Oh shit, baby. Yes… Fucking yes!”

  Right before my body released, he stopped and pushed himself into me, causing me to groan. He held on to the inside of my thighs as he thrust, moving at a rapid speed.

  Placing my hand on his chest, I moved us so I was now the one on top. I pushed him into me deep and hard as I held onto his hands for support. Sensing the pressure building up, I no longer had the strength to hold it in to make our orgasms linger. He moved his hands to my hips, pressing them against his pelvis as we shattered at the same time.

  My body crashed into his chest after coming back down from my high. Kissing my hair, he slid out from under me and dashed to the bathroom.

  I couldn’t help but smile at the fact that he still had my morning sickness. “Are you alright baby?”

  “Yeah… I’m fine. When is this shit supposed to end?”

  * * * *

  I tapped my foot at him as he drove us to lord only knows where. “Ryan William Rayner, you know how much I loathe surprises. Where are we going?”

  He flashed his grin that let me knew he was up to no good. “You will see. Trust me baby.”

  Forcing myself to sit back into the seat, I tried to relax. This man would be the cause of my death. I hated it when he randomly decided to surprise me. The unknown scared the bat-shit out of me. I happen to enjoy knowing where I am going so I can prepare for the expected.

  “I want to take you somewhere I hold close to my heart.” That’s all he said as we pulled into Sea-Tac.

  A line between my eyebrows formed, lost as to where on earth he would be whisking me away to now. He held me close as we boarded his jet. Afterwards, he placed me on to my feet and disappeared to talk with the captain.

  * * * *

  It didn’t take long for the plane to land in Vegas.

  “You brought me to Vegas to gamble? How thoughtful of you baby,” I snickered as we walked to the car where Matthew was waiting.

  Climbing into the car and shutting the door, he looked over at me with a smirk on his face. “I actually wanted to do this on your birthday, but we were busy with the restaurant and the charity functions, and I know for a fact next month will be hectic for us as well.”

  I stared at him in confusion when we reached the Jet Mirage Hotel and Casino. “What all do we have going on next month besides Christmas?”

  “We are hosting my family’s Christmas celebration here. I assume you will want to visit your family in Aspen. Every
year, my company hosts an annual New Year’s Eve party. Believe me, I wouldn’t even go if it weren’t for me being the head honcho.”

  I rolled my eyes as we stepped into the elevator at the. “You are such a home-body, Mister Rayner. We need to work on those social skills of yours.”

  He grinned, making the atmosphere in the elevator change. My heart hammered against my chest. Pushing him against the wall, I pinned his hands above his head with my own, plowed my lips into his, and I brushed my pelvic bone against his growing erection.

  Not having a care in the world if anyone had been watching, I trailed my hand all the way to his manhood. Thankfully, he had decided to wear boxers today. It made for easier access.

  I unzipped and then danced out of the black panties that happen to be my husband’s absolute favorite. “Oh baby, I am so horny!”

  As he opened his mouth to speak, I stuffed my panties into his mouth. I wiggled his manhood out of his boxers through his undone fly, then eased him into my more-than-ready body.

  He grasped my ass cheeks from under my loose white skirt, picking me up so he could further drive himself into me. I threw my head back as I ground my hips against him, holding on to him tighter as he reached deeper into me. With the pressure building, I moved faster and smashed my lips into his.

  “Oh fuck, baby!” he yelled after spitting out my panties and roaring, shattering with me right behind him.

  As I clambered off him, a grin appeared on my face, as I listened to him pant. That’s right baby, momma knows how to fuck!

  * * * *

  “Do you have any idea how much I love you?” my husband wondered, holding the door open for me at the dance club where we first met.

  “I have a good idea, but you may have to remind me in our room later. Speaking of which, why are we staying at a hotel and not the apartment?”

  A playful grin appeared on his lips. “You and I have a business meeting in the morning.”

  A line between my brows formed again. “What are you talking about?”