Through the Eyes of a Male Submissive (22 page)

Speeding off towards the house, I thought about my wife and her fiery attitude. As I pulled up in the driveway, an unfamiliar car was parked in front of the house.
Who in the hell could this be now?

Stepping out of the car, I smiled at the sight of him. “Mister Johnson, a pleasure seeing you again sir.”

“What in the hell is going on, Rayner?”

My eyes blinked in confusion.
Shit! How much has Via told her father about us?

My mind was at a standstill. I didn’t want to blurt out anything that would get into deeper shit with this man, so instead I asked, “What is going on with what?”

“Do you have any clue as to why my ex-wife is in town?” His nostrils were flaring, another habit Via had picked up from her father.

I sighed in relief. “All I know is that she showed up here the other night wanting to speak to her daughter. Via wasn’t home, of course, so she didn’t have any other option but to talk to me.”

He shook his head. “Don’t trust that crazy woman. She always has been, and always will be, out for herself. She doesn’t give a damn about me, you, or Via. She is a no good, dirty-rotten, greedy excuse of a woman!”

I must admit, seeing Via’s father this enraged was a little entertaining. Claire must have pushed his buttons for him to be this pissed at her.

“Would you like to join me inside for a cup of coffee, Mister Johnson?”

“I was on my way to Via’s new restaurant. She sent my hotel an invitation for me to attend a trial run tonight. I believe she sent your folks and her friends one as well.” As he spoke, his breathing began to slow down.

My wife is having a trial run of her new business? How sweet of her to inform me.
“That’s right. I spaced about it being tonight. We can take my car. I just need a few minutes to change my attire.”

* * * *

Mister Johnson and I climbed out of the car.

I tossed my keys to the valet, and allowed Mister Johnson to walk ahead of me. I couldn’t wait to see my woman’s face once she saw me standing with her father.

“Good evening, Mister Rayner.” The hostess grinned in my direction.

“It’s good to see you again, Emma. Mister Johnson is on the list for tonight’s festivities.” I smiled at her. “I will be joining him as well.”

“Very well, Mister Rayner. Mister Johnson, right this way.” Her posture became straighter as she ushered us to our table. “Here we are. Enjoy your meal.”

I searched for Via as we took our seats. The place was packed. I had no idea how, or even when, she did all of this. A grin appeared on my face the moment I spotted my baby sister’s face, still uncertain where my fuming fiancé was.

“Dear brother, have you grown too stuck up to sit with your family?” she wondered as I stood up to give her a hug.

“Amanda, this is my soon to be father-in-law, Anthony Johnson. Mister Johnson, this is my little sister, Amanda,” I introduced them.

Innocently smiling at him, she turned on her charm like she always did when meeting a fresh face. She extended her hand. “It’s a pleasure meeting you, Mister Johnson.”

“The pleasure is all mine. Please, call me Tony.” He blushed as they shook hands, a sign he had been captivated by her beauty.

Amanda focused her attention back to me. “When do I get to meet this dazzling woman who has conquered the impossible?”

“I would say right about now.” With a smirk, I looked past her.

Via smiled at her father and my sister, but scowled once her eyes met mine.

I was so glad I could not read her mind at this moment. Something told me she was cursing like a sailor.

She stopped in her tracks for split-second, gripping a man by the shoulder. Speaking to him for a moment, she took a hold of his hand and he followed her.

I just about swallowed my tongue when his face became clearer. The infamous Mike Hunt had a hold of my wife’s hand.
Oh, there better be a fucking good explanation for this shit!

She was enjoying the expression on my face a little too much as her smile morphed into an evil smirk.

“Amanda, this is Olivia Johnson, my stubborn-ass fiancée.” I kept my tone firm and calm.

Via and Amanda exchanged handshakes. The damned stripper still had a hold of my woman’s hand.

She looked back at him for a second and smiled. “I seem to have forgotten my manners. Amanda, Mister Rayner, this is Michael Huntington, an old boyfriend of mine. We went to culinary school together. He moved out here a few years ago. As of tonight, he is my wingman and will be helping me run this place.”

My jaw practically hit the table at hearing such surprising, unexpected news.
I understand why she would avoid telling me this, but seriously, she’s making an old boyfriend her business partner?

Holy fuck! Did she put this shit together over night?

Amanda beamed at them. “I think it’s great that couples who used to date can work well with each other.” She stared back me with a wicked grin. “Don’t you agree, Ryan?”

Oh yes, it’s just so fucking fabulous! Particularly since my wife’s ex-boyfriend is a stripper. It’s just the fucking icing on the fucking chocolate cake
! I cleared my throat. “It’s fantastic…”

Via observed my pained face. Instead of being her reasonable self, she grinned in enjoyment. “I believe you and Michael have already met, Mister Rayner.” Her smile grew broader.

Quickly standing up and shaking his hand, I politely smiled as I conjured up the words to speak. “I remember Mister Huntington quite well. If you will excuse me, I have some business that needs tending to. I will be just a few minutes.” I walked away from the scene of the horrific incident.

Making my way out the front doors, I walked a few feet into the parking lot. Stopping once I felt satisfied with the distance, I screamed at the top of my lungs. I had to release my anger and frustration in some way without ruining Via’s special night. It didn’t take me long to gather myself and return to the table. I remained calm even though Via had insisted Michael and Amanda sit with us.

She strolled up to me, bending down so her lips met my ear. “Thank you for taking your temper-tantrum outside.”

She moved to rise up, but I stopped her by grabbing a hold of her arm. We glared at each other for a few long seconds. In one swift motion, I pulled her on to my lap and enthusiastically planted one on her lips. “I love you Mrs. Rayner, but we are going to have a long and serious talk about this stripper ex-boyfriend business partner deal,” I whispered in her ear.

A smirk appeared on her face. “Oh but sweetie, you know damn well nothing happened.”

Standing up and smoothing out her black pants, white tuxedo shirt, and matching black jacket, she smiled at everyone and spoke. “Enjoy your dinner.” She trotted off to meet with her other guests.

Holy shit! The woman has beaten me at my own game!

My manhood became alert at the thought of her overbearing ass and taking control in our playroom. If I weren’t so agitated with her, I would be fucking her in the restroom or on the rooftop now.

Chapter Eighteen

Via and her staff buzzed around the place, cleaning it up after everyone had left.

Since Charlie had agreed to drive Mister Johnson to the house so he could pick up his car, I stayed behind.

“Are we going to talk about this Michael guy?” Running my fingers through my hair, I followed her to the bar.

“What about him needs to be discussed?” She was keeping her hands busy.

My fury began to surface, so I took a deep breath, and struggled to control myself. “Oh, I don’t know—maybe the fact that you decided to hire him as your business partner without talking to me first. He’s your ex-boyfriend for fuck’s sake, Olivia!”

She stopped what she was doing to glower at me and tossed her cleaning cloth at me. “Ryan William Rayner, you are quite the hypocrite! It is alright for you to have slumber parties with an ex-submissive, but heaven forbid if I make a single move without you consenting to it!” Her face reddened in frustration.

“There is no reason for you to be jealous. Were you even paying attention at the dinner table? Michael and Amanda were charming the pants off each other. You would’ve seen that if you would learn how control that rage of yours!”

Calming down, she shook her head. “How many times do I have to assure that I am yours for the rest of our lives?”

I strolled around the counter separating us and pulled her into my arms. Tears were stinging my eyes as I inhaled her sweet scent. “I may need a lifetime of reminders,” I groaned, plowing my lips into hers.

The color in her cheeks transformed from anger to flush. Without speaking, she threw my jacket off me. As it fell to the floor, she jerked on my shirt and pulled me closer. Her lips smacked into mine and a tingling pierced through my body. I wanted, and needed, her right then and there.

Picking her up, I set her down on the bar. “Do you have any idea how much hell you have put me through tonight?” I whispered in her ear.

“You had me worried sick last night, which I guess that leaves us with one question that needs to be answered. Who gets the spanking first?”

As I went in for another kiss, she pushed me away.

I stared at her in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

“I think I’m getting forked.” She lifted up her right leg and pulled a fork out from under ass. She held it up to me. “This should at least count as punishment.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle, as I took the utensil from her and tossed it aside. As I kissed her jaw, I whispered, “You haven’t seen forking yet, baby.”

She placed a hand over my heart, feeling it pound against my chest. “You are not going to have a heart attack on me, are you?”

“Olivia, you are the only one that can do any damage to this heart of mine.”

“Oh…” Glaring down for a second, she looked back up again before asking, “Is this what you really want?”

My eyes widened in both shock and fear.
What if she is trying to tell me she no longer wants this…us?
“I will always want you, Olivia Marie Rayner. In my mind, we have known each other our entire lives and have been married for so long.”

She shook her head as if to rid of negative thoughts. “All we ever seem to do is fight and make each other jealous.”

“Is this what you are worried about? Baby, I would rather have a lifetime of bickering with you than spend the rest of my life without you.” I kissed her again before she could speak.

I pulled away and grinned. “Now, are you going to let me finish here?”

A huge, playful smile escaped her lips as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“I can’t wait to formally become yours, Ryan Rayner. I’m sorry for not telling you about the trial run tonight. You just made me so angry and I felt the need to put some distance between us for a few hours.”

My eyes glowered at her as my dominance began to resurface. “Baby, as much as I love you, and I mean
truly
love you, please shut up. I’m trying to do something here and you are ruining the moment.”

Noticing my slight change of character, she closed her mouth.

I traced her bottom lip with my thumb. Bending down, I kissed her. “Much better, but you know I would have preferred to gag you to keep you quiet.” My dominance took over at the thought of gagging her. “Stand up and turn around.”

Without saying a word, she did as she as I said.

“Remove your pants slowly and bend over the counter.”

She removed her bottoms, underwear included.

I picked up the damp cloth she had thrown at me and spun it around, preparing to crack her with it.

Once her ass was bent over and bare, I whacked her good and caused the towel to snap.

“Ah!”

“That is one for assuming that I would ever do anything with Jennifer.”

Smirking I snapped the towel across her ass once more. “That is two for not telling your husband about your trial run.”

I swatted her cheeks again. “Three for not inviting me.”

Snap
! “Four for believing you could ever get away with not telling or inviting me…”

Slam
! “Five for springing Mike Hunt on me this evening…”

Crack
! “Six for making a huge business decision without consulting your companion…”

Thwack
! “Seven for interrupting while I’m trying to fuck you!”

Her cheeks had turned a fine shade of pink. I strolled up to her and rubbed her ass. She winced in both pain and pleasure.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Olivia.” I removed my slacks and stepped out of them.

I allowed her to feel my erection before spreading her legs apart with my feet and smashing into her. I pushed into her more the second her warmth surrounded me. This woman’s wetness beguiled me. She was always so eager and ready.

The waiters and cleaning crew were still busting their asses not even a room away. A grin appeared at the thought of me fucking their boss.