Through the Eyes of a Male Submissive

by Andie Lea

  “I have been working on expanding your restaurant business. We are meeting with a realtor in the morning at the café here.” He smiled as he kissed my forehead.

  “I’m going to get us some drinks. Don’t go too far,” he said, striding over to the bar.

  I surveyed as he stood at the counter ordering our drinks, while the women nearby gawked at him. He made small talk with the bartender, shook his hand, grabbed our beverages, and made his way back over to me.

  Taking my Shirley Temple, I took a sip. “You have been making plans on turning my restaurant into a franchise without talking to me about it?”

  He shrugged. “Nothing is official. Besides, I am leaving all of this up to you.”

  “How in the hell are you going to expect me to run not one, but two, restaurants in different states while raising our son or daughter?” I wondered as I shook my head.

  He grinned as if he had everything planned out. Taking my drink and setting it down on the table, he led me out on to the dance floor. “I had a chat with Michael. He and Amanda want to move here. He can hold the fort on this end. I would also like to temporarily hire someone to manage the restaurant at home for a few months after you have our little one.”

  The look on his face changed as I stared at him. He moved his head back, as if I was about to slap him.

  Instead of hitting him, I wrapped my arms around him. “Thank you for thinking about me! What would I do without you?”

  He kissed my lips. “I am always thinking about you, baby. I have wanted to franchise your restaurant for a while, but this has to be something you want too.”

  “I think it is a great idea to franchise, if it isn’t too much of a hassle.” I began to dance around him.

  He grabbed on to me, twirling me around a few times before dipping me. “Olivia Rayner, if you only knew what I am capable of.” He brought me back up to eye level.

  Growing a bit tired of talking, I clutched him by the shirt and dragged him further on the floor, bumping and grinding against him to Thrift Shop by Macklemore. I had been surprised by how well he was keeping up with me this time.

  He pulled me into him the second the music switched to a slow song. My posture straightened as he placed his hand on the small of my back, gliding me around the dance floor. We danced just like we had before. The only difference this time was the fact that my bulging stomach grazed against him.

  He pressed his lips to my ear. “I can’t wait to get you back to our room, baby.”

  How in the world can one man have this ability to have me yearning for him every second of the day? It was not just the raging pregnancy hormones. I had been craving this man ever since he told me he could never leave me the way my mother had. I may be an overly sensitive woman, but when he said that it tugged some serious strings on my heart. It was the moment I knew he was someone I could trust with everything. My intuition doesn’t scream at me much with the people who I should trust. It warns me about the people who are untrustworthy.

  Ryan Rayner was a different story. I had been scared shitless when my eyes fell on his. Hence, the reason why I had not approached him until Jason introduced himself.

  I wasn’t supposed to be at this dance club that night. My husband does not know this. I should have been having a dinner date with a guy my friends had set up for me. I missed the date because I had been dancing with my future husband.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  December Mister Johnson’s House-Aspen, Colorado. Ryan Rayner

  “Merry Christmas Ryan.” One of Via’s aunts had spoken not two seconds after we stepped in through the front door.

  As soon as I set our bags down, she wrapped me into a firm hug and kissed my cheek. My wife snickered as if she had known this was going to happen.

  “Baby, this is my Aunt Karen. She is Jim’s wife and quite affectionate.”

  Karen giggled like a schoolgirl. “Oh Via, we have missed you so much around here.”

  She released me and walked towards the kitchen. Via followed her as I picked the bags up to take them upstairs.

  I opened the door to my wife’s previous room, dropping the bags at the foot of the bed, and looking around the small space. Her horseback riding trophies had been displayed on shelves, along with a few cheerleading trophies, which explained how she was so damn flexible. A few pictures were tacked to a corkboard on the wall above her desk. One of her and Rachael in their cheerleading get-up. Another of her and Tory posing on horseback. The last one of her and Leslie at a party with the tips of their tongues touching while they looked at the camera.

  Here I thought Leslie was the sweetly innocent one… Ha. She is Via’s influencer!

  “Did you find something you like?” My wife’s voice jolted me back into reality.

  I turned to face her. “You have a desk, but no computer.”

  She giggled, walking up and wrapping her arms around my waist. “I told you I was mechanically illiterate. Did you assume that I was joking?”

  I smiled and kissed the top of her hair. “I didn’t know it was this severe.”

  “Hmm, maybe you can cure this illness by ramming your hard-drive in me tonight.” Looking up at me, she bit her lip.

  My eyes widened, blinking about a million times as my brain processed her words. Holy fuck!

  “Who says we have to wait until tonight?” I wondered, pulling her face into mine and kissing her.

  Without breaking our lips apart, I ripped off her shirt and led her over to the bed. Pushing her on the mattress, I climbed atop her. She groaned as I nipped along her neckline. With my lips on her skin, I pulled a roll of duct tape out of the back pocket of my jeans. My wife kissed my bare stomach as I bound her wrists together, wrapping the tape through the design of her headboard.

  Undoing her jeans, I peeled them—panties included—off her. My lips trailed kisses from the top of her foot all the way to her inner thigh. Pressing down her legs to keep them still, I buried my face into her sex. My manhood hardened much more as my tongue felt how wet and ready she was already.

  Groaning into her pubic hair, I licked her slit long and hard until she begged me to fuck her.

  I jumped out of bed, torturing her a bit by taking my sweet time removing my slacks.

  “Mm, baby, please!” she pleaded as I hovered over her, my dick teasing her by grazing her entrance.

  My lips kissed, licked, and sucked on her breasts right before I smashed into her. She moaned out as her back arched.

  “Shit…damn…fuck… You feel so good, baby!” I moaned as I pushed further into her.

  Seeing her bound to the headboard and groaning ignited a flame in my groin, which made me drill into her hard and fast, making her tits bounce. I grabbed the tape binding her to the headboard, ripping it as if it were paper. Unbinding her wrists, I rolled us over so she was now on top.

  “Ride me hard baby.” I groaned, as she pinned my hands near either side of my head.

  She did not waste any time before she began riding me rough, as if her life depended on it. With me still inside her, she turned her body and rode me reverse cowgirl-style. My hips moved in sync with hers as I clenched on to her backside. “Oh shit, baby, yes!”

  She turned her body. This time I propped myself on my elbows. Wrapping her arms around my head, she buried my face in her breasts, the pressure rising as she glided me in and out of her.

  My breathing grew heavier and I could no longer stand it. Taking a hold of her sides, I hurled her on to the bed so she was on bottom once more. Having a solid grip on her legs to keep them as far apart as possible, I pushed hard and stretched my dick like never before into her. Holy fuck! What this woman does to me!

  “Oh, my fucking God!” she cried out, not giving a damn who heard.

  Just like that, I shattered into her, feeling her warmth and twitching as she exploded around me.

  I groaned out of pure pleasure, leaning down and kissing her sweetly on the lips. “Olivia Marie Rayner, you never cease to amaze my ass!”
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  * * * *

  The next morning, I woke up alone on my wife’s bed with a sticky-note stuck to my forehead.

  Mister Rayner,

  Thank you for such an incredible night!

  I will be at the stables by the time you get up.

  —Your happy-as-hell wife!

  Smiling at her words, I staggered out of bed. It was as if I had a sex-hangover, if there were ever such a thing.

  My shower went by faster since Via had not been around to join or flush the toilet on my ass.

  * * * *

  My wife grinned as soon as she saw me walk in.

  Thankfully, she was brushing one of her horses and not performing any dangerous stunts while carrying our little one.

  My manhood was still throbbing from last night and I would just hate to have to punish her today.

  “Isn’t this great—being here, surrounded by nothing but fresh air and nature?” Via spoke, breaking me away from my perverted thoughts.

  I couldn’t help but grin at her happiness. “You really love it here, don’t you?”

  “It will always be a part of who I am, but my home is wherever you are. Oh, before I forget, my uncles are bringing their grandkids over to the house tonight and you have been nominated to dress up as Santa.”

  My eyelids blinked rapidly. “I beg your pardon?”

  She grinned, knowing she had my undivided attention. “Don’t worry. It will be fine. Besides, Mister Claus gets to fuck Mrs. Claus afterwards. She may even lick his candy cane.”

  Holy fucking shit! My wife has morphed into a sex-crazed maniac these past few months, and I am so not fucking complaining!

  * * * *

  Later in the evening, Mrs. Claus assisted Mister Claus in getting dressed and ready for the children that would be arriving any minute.

  I sat in a rocking chair by the Christmas tree with a plate of newly baked cookies and a tall glass of milk sitting on one side of me, and my red bag full of presents on the other. Sitting there shaking my head, I could not believe I had allowed my wife to talk me into this. I had no idea how to act or sound like Santa!

  “Be jolly and you shall receive your Christmas present early, Mister Claus,” Mrs. Claus whispered as a car pulled up.

  Jim and Karen walked into the house, each carrying a car seat.

  Via placed a hand on my shoulder. “Aren’t they just so precious?”

  Karen set the baby girl, who could not have been more than two months old, into my arms. Holding the baby, I looked up at my wife already cradling the baby boy.

  “Aw, now this is a Kodak moment!” Karen shrieked as she dug her camera out of her purse.

  “Smile Mister and Mrs. Claus!” she said, holding her camera, preparing to snap a picture.

  My wife and I glanced at the camera and smiled, beaming.

  It will not be too long until our little one is here. Then Via and I will be able to do this kind of stuff with our own children.

  Staring down at the tiny girl sleeping away in my arms, I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of having a daughter. A little girl to take shopping and convince her boys are full of cooties, praying to the heavens she does not partake in any sexual activity until she is at least thirty-five, maybe forty.

  I don’t care what the sex of our baby is. What I worry about the most is Via having a smooth delivery and that our son or daughter is healthy.

  * * * *

  Mrs. Claus and I found ourselves in the bedroom again a couple of hours later. She looked sexy as hell in her outfit, but that did not keep me from shredding it off her.

  “You are my Submissive Santa tonight,” my wife growled, pushing me on to the bed and clambering on top of me.

  She tugged my pants and boxers off, tossing them on the floor. Turning her body around, her ass was in my face as she forced all of my manhood into her mouth.

  Shit! Damn! Fuck!

  My hands took a hold of her hips as I buried my face into her, using my fingers to spread her apart.

  I could feel my dick growing inside of her mouth as I felt her wetness on my tongue. “Oh, baby… I’m going to come!”

  Adjusting her body, she slammed my dick into her. “I want you to fuck me hard Santa!”

  Tackling her, I rolled us over so she was on bottom. Grinding into her harder than I ever had, I held on to her headboard for support.

  “Oh… Son of a bitch, baby!” I groaned, pushing into her deeper as she spread her legs.

  She began to twitch and move her hips along with my movement, a sign letting me know she was getting ready to come. Instead of easing up on her, I fisted her hair and yanked a bit as I drilled faster and harder into her.

  Her body detonated around me like a ticking time bomb. “Ho, ho, ho. Merry fucking Christmas to me!”

  I pumped myself in and out of her, clutching on to the sheets as I came into her body over and over. Pulling out, I laid on the bed beside her, reeling her body closer to mine, and kissing her.

  “Oh, Santa—you sure know how to deliver a package!” she spoke, still working on catching her breath.

  I took a hold of her hands and kissed them. “Everyone knows that Santa is nothing without Mrs. Claus.”

  * * * *

  My wife rolled her eyes from the passenger seat of the car as I drove towards my mother’s annual Christmas party.

  “Thank you so much for warning me this party is one of the fancy-pansy ones. I left the stick to put up my ass at home.”

  I couldn’t hide my smile at her sarcastic words. “I have no idea why you complaining. You charm everyone at these functions. You always have everyone eating out of the palm of your hands.”

  “I have a surprise for you, Mister Rayner.” Biting her lip, she fluttered her eyes in my direction.

  “What’s that?”

  Without saying a word, she grabbed my right hand, placing it between her legs.

  My manhood became alert at the fact she has not been wearing any panties. I was salivating for her the second my finger touched one of the silver balls inside of her. Holy fucking shit!

  She must have noticed the shocked expression on my face, since she was now grinning. “We are going to see how good I have gotten. This will end in one of two ways, total embarrassment or hot as hell.”

  * * * *

  At the dinner table, I found my hand wandering up and down my wife’s thigh more than usual.

  It baffled me at how often her submissive side had showed since finding out about being pregnant. She had gone so far as to beg me to take control, which was not like her at all!

  “Ryan, Olivia tells us the two of you have started work on franchising her restaurant business.” My father spoke, disturbing me from my thoughts.

  I flashed my business-like grin after taking a sip of wine. “We have bought a building in Vegas. The place will be up and running in a couple of months.”

  He nodded in approval. “I think it is marvelous that you have married a young woman with such amazing talent.”

  “Oh believe me, so do I.”

  I gave her knee a light squeeze as I stared in her eyes, reflecting back on all of our memories in this house, good and bad.

  The moment I thought I had lost her forever when she walked in on Jennifer kissing me. Slapping my cheek seconds before locking her lips on Charlie and dashing out of the house.

  Looking around the table, I realized my wife and I were sitting at the exact spot the evening I had proposed to her in front of her father. She had already agreed to marry me, but I sensed the need to seal the deal with a ring and proper proposal. That little stunt earned me my first ever playroom spanking. My ass was sore as the hell following morning, but worth it.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  “Hurry up, Via! We are late enough as it is!” I called out from the bottom of the stairwell to my stubborn wife. She had been spending the last three hours dashing from our closet to the bathroom, putting on and stripping off dress after dress.

  This woman never cea
ses to amaze me! She can wake up late on a Monday morning, but still manage to shower, dress, and scurry out the door all in twenty minutes time without being late to work. Tell her weeks before about my company’s annual New Year’s Eve party, though, and she will still spend hours upon hours preparing herself until the last possible second.

  At last, her breathtaking figure glared at me from the top of the stairs. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, biting the insides of my cheeks as I skimmed her luscious impregnated body. She sighed with aggravation as she tapped her right foot, a small habit I have grown quite fond of.

  I stared at her, bewildered.

  “I look like a pregnant cow. See what you have done to me?”

  My lips pursed together to keep my pearly whites from flashing.

  I stared up into her beautiful green eyes. “Yes on the pregnant and no on the cow. You look perfect, Via. Aside from that comment you just made, you took my breath away the second I looked at you.”

  “Uh-huh. You are just saying this so I won’t turn around to find something else to wear. On second thought, maybe I should.” She contemplated the idea, her foot tapping coming to a complete halt.

  “Woman, you leave me no choice.” I jogged the short amount of stairs and hoisted her into my arms.

  “Why can’t you ever believe me when I tell you that you look stunning? You are too obstinate for your own good, Olivia Rayner.”

  She squirmed as I held her slung over one of my shoulders, smacking her ass cheeks all the way out to the car. Even though she was begging me to put her down, I sensed her smile burning a hole in the middle of my back.

  “You don’t play fair,” she complained seconds before I placed her into the passenger’s seat.

  She eyeballed me as I walked around to the other side. She didn’t speak a single word to me, and knowing my Via as well as I do, she wasn’t about to say anything, either.

  “Are you planning on ignoring me the rest of the night? If you are, would you please stop flaring those cute little nostrils of yours? It’s rather distracting.”

  “You just don’t get it, do you Ryan? I hate it when you feel the need to man-handle me.” She scowled in my direction. “Don’t look at me like you have no idea what I am talking about, and keep your eyes on the road. I’m not in the mood to pay a visit to the Emergency Room.”