Through the Eyes of a Male Submissive (25 page)

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Jennifer had left hours ago and I was still on cloud nine.
Oh, who in the hell am I kidding. More like cloud fucking twenty!

My wife is the ultimate woman. Who else would agree to go such great lengths to be with the one they love? I have to admit, if the situation had been reversed, I don’t think I would have the ability–or even the balls–to do what she did for me.

Wrapping my arm around her shoulders, I reeled her closer to me. I kissed her hair and breathed in her scent. “Anything in the world you want, it’s yours.”

“I already have the one thing I want most in this world—
you
.”

Hugging her tighter, I looked down into her eyes and smiled. “Tell me, Mrs. Rayner, how did you manage all of this? How in the hell did you get Jennifer to remain quiet?”

Her grin grew wider. “Like I said before, I have my way of doing things,
Mister Rayner
.”

Kissing me, she stood up and disappeared into the bathroom.

Chapter Twenty

Sitting in the Kitchen,–Seattle, Washington. Via Johnson

I couldn’t help but laugh at Ryan attempting to make the world’s simplest breakfast, waffles—the frozen kind—with much difficulty. He cursed and hurled the toaster, smashing it against the floor the second it burnt him. “That stupid bastard. Let’s see if you ever burn me again!”

I stepped over the mess he had caused, and wrapped my arms around his neck in an attempt to cool him down. Leading him over to the sink, I ran his burnt finger under cold water. “Baby, I offered to make you an amazing breakfast, yet you chose to murder the toaster.” I grinned and continued, “There is something the girls and I can add to the gift registry.”

“How did you manage to do it—graduate from culinary school without burning to death?”

Removing his hand from the water, I turned the faucet off and blew on his finger. “I had a few years to practice. The big secret of working in the kitchen is to never rush.” I kissed his finger. “Now, I have to go and get ready, or should I stay just in case the blender decides to take revenge on you for throwing his cousin?”

He playfully rolled his eyes. “Go. Get out of here and have fun with registry tag.”

I kissed his lips and strolled out the front door.

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My heart raced as Leslie and I ran our asses off in search of the nearest hiding spot.

Leslie, Rachael, Tory, and I decided to pair off in teams to play our first-ever game of gift registry tag.

“Via, look out behind you!” Leslie screeched at me.

Quickly, I pointed and aimed my registry weapon at Tory. “Bring it on, sister. Make my day!”

Before she aimed her pricing gun at me, I dove into the aisle of bath towels and scanned a few of them as I waited.

“
Shit!
Damn
…I’m out!” I heard Rachael’s voice holler.

Leslie spotted me, wearing a massive grin on her face. “One down, one more to go.”

Standing up, we darted through the bedding sets and the miniature beds the store had on display. Leslie’s skinny ass was able to slide under one of the beds while I darted off towards the appliances, since I had to scan a new toaster anyway.

As I ran to where the toasters were, my clumsy ass crashed into another body.

Shit!
“I am so sorry.” I managed to apologize once I was able to collect myself.

The middle-aged woman brushed herself off and lightly smiled. “Registry tag?”

“
Um
… Yeah” I tucked my hair behind my ear. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but something about this woman felt strangely familiar.

“Are you Olivia Johnson?”

My eyeballs almost bulged out of my head.
Oh my damn, she knows me!

“Yes. Have we met before?”

She kindly smiled. “Years ago. I am Claire Roberts. I gave birth to you.”

Here was the moment I had waited for years to come.
Now is my chance to claw into her ass like I have been practicing for most of my life.

My hands curled into fists as we stood there, staring at each other. “What do you want from me, Claire?” The tone in my voice couldn’t get any colder even if I tried.

“Your father told me you are getting married.” It was her turn to be anxious.

I folded my arms as my eyes narrowed. “I believe this is none of your damn concern. You gave up your rights twenty-six years ago.” The blood in my veins began to boil. “I didn’t need you then and I sure as hell do not need you now!”

Before she said another word, I stormed away from her. I do not have any time for her bullshit excuses. Ryan may fall for it, but I sure as hell would not! What was she expecting anyway? Did she believe after twenty-six years of her being absent, I was just going to forgive and forget?
I don’t fucking think so!

The girls saw the horrified expression written on my face the moment I walked up to them. I held up my hand just as Rachael opened her mouth. “We need to leave right now!”

* * * *

Charlie drove us to the floating house since Ryan had some business calls to attend to.

Without speaking a single word, I walked into the house and went straight for the kitchen. I had to clear my head somehow, and since Ryan was not around, some baking and a little wine–scratch that…a lot of wine–would have to do!

Leslie appeared first as I opened and slammed every cabinet in the room. “Do you want to talk about it?”

I shook my head. “What the hell is there to talk about? The bitch abandoned me, and now that I am marrying one of America’s top ten richest bachelors she is trying to weasel her way back into my life.”

“Hmm… Is he that rich? I hadn’t paid any attention,” she wondered with a sarcastic grin and rolled her eyes.

I couldn’t help but giggle with her as I mixed my cupcake batter. “You are such a dork, but I love you nonetheless.”

She poured more wine into our glasses and took a sip. “You know how much we hate when you are upset, but the outcome is always amazing. We’ve missed your cupcakes.” She sighed. “Tory, Rachael, and I are a little worried about you marrying Ryan. Don’t get us wrong, we love the fact that you found happiness. We just sort of feel that you are going to forget about us when you take on the new role of Mrs. Top Ten Richest.”

Pausing on the pouring of the batter into the cupcake tin, I stared up at her. “Leslie, you, Rachael, and Tory are my best friends. Not a single amount of money will ever change this fact. You are my sisters. I’m sorry about your luck, but you all are stuck with me for life,” I reassured her, no longer able to refrain from grinning. “Do not believe for a minute that I am going to allow Ryan to interfere with our monthly Vegas trips!”

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“Is something wrong, baby?” Ryan wondered the second I walked into the house.

I shook my head as I set down the cupcakes I had saved for him. I had to save them from the vultures I call my friends. Strolling up to him, I wrapped my arms around his torso. “No. I have just been stressing myself out about our wedding that is not even a week away. Oh, and the fact that I ran into my mother today. That has been bugging me out just a smidge.”

His eyes widened. “Wait… You saw your mother today?!”

“Yes I did, and I believe I did extraordinarily well considering I have been waiting for this day for quite some time.”

A smile formed upon his lips. “Well, I can see you didn’t hit her since I didn’t have to bail you out of jail. What happened?”

As I walked back to the container and opened it, I shrugged. “Nothing. All I said to her is that I didn’t need her then and do not need her now. I am hoping she takes the hint and leaves us alone. Would you like a cupcake? I made these for you.” Spinning around, I revealed a single cupcake decorated with a pair of handcuffs made from icing and his name underneath.

He stared at the decked out treat in awe. “You beguile me, Mrs. Rayner. Did you decorate all of them like that?”

“Most definitely not! Some of them have floggers and crops on them with my name as well,” I told him, unable to hide my grin. “If you do not mind, I kind of would like to show you something before we walk down the aisle…”

“Anything, baby. You name it and we will go do it, regardless.”

I couldn’t keep the grin off my face as I imagined Ryan riding horseback at the ranch my father owned. “I would like for us to go to Aspen so you can meet the rest of my family. It will be like a mini-vacation. We can go skiing and ride horses.”

“Why Mrs. Rayner, I would have never guessed you to be the athletic type.”

Kissing him, I pulled away and stared up into his eyes. “You can blame my father for this one. He has owned a horse ranch ever since I could remember, and we would go skiing every chance we could get.”

“I’m not going to lie. I am a little turned on now,” he confessed.

Standing on my tippy-toes to wrap my arms around his neck, my fingertips twiddling with his hair, I couldn’t help but smirk at him. “Baby, when you quit being turned on by me is when I will start worrying. I have at least maybe fifteen more years until that happens.”

He stared at me with an indention formed in his forehead. Oh, how much I adored his facial expressions! “Fifteen years until what, Via?”

“Until the blond with the silicon boobs and the purchasing of a Harley Davidson comes into the picture.” I was trying to contain my laughter.

Clasping my ass, he planted a firm kiss on my lips. “Oh baby, if you only knew that I would rather ride you than some trashy blond or motorcycle,” he assured me, sighing once he pulled his lips away. “I do not need a blond with bigger boobs. I am more than satisfied with yours. Besides, I wouldn’t want to rupture anything if I ever get the urge to do this…” He cupped one of my breasts in his hand and squeezed.

That was just enough for him to ignite a spark in my libido. Leaping on him, my lips plowed into his. After several seconds, I jerked my face away from his.

“Look at what you have turned me into—some sex-crazed monster!”

“There is nothing wrong with that, as long I am the only one you attack.”

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“Baby, you just swing your leg over!”

I was trying my absolute best to be good and not laugh at my fiancé’s attempt at climbing on top of Brownie, my solid brown American Quarter Horse. It took him ten minutes to hike his leg over and situate his fine jean-fitted ass into the saddle.

He held on as he looked at me. “You are enjoying every minute of this, aren’t you?”

I couldn’t help but snicker at him as I held onto the reins of my white with black spots Appaloosa, Oreo. “I’m sorry, baby, but if it helps, you look sexy on that horse.”

“Thanks.”

I observed his grip become tighter as our horses began trotting. “You are not nervous, are you?”

“Ha, me get nervous? I don’t think so. Ryan Rayner does
not
get nervous,” he assured me, trying to play it cool.

Without saying a word, I leaned into the saddle and pumped my legs to tell Oreo to pick up speed. As soon as he began to trot faster, Brownie intuitively trotted faster in order to keep up with him. The second Ryan’s figure appeared on my left, I turned my head to smirk and stick my tongue out at him. Leaning forward again, Oreo did not need me to jump-start him with a kick to sense where I wanted to go with this. Picking up on my brain waves, he galloped past Brownie and Ryan.

“Let’s show him what we can do, boy.” Removing my feet from the stirrups, I brought my knees up closer to my face as I held on to his reins. Just like the many times of doing this before, he galloped faster as I balanced my feet on his saddle and stood straight up. Brownie stopped in her tracks as soon as she realized what we were doing. Ryan’s eyes were now the size of quarters, or larger, as he observed.

Now that I had his attention, I had to show off our mad skills. With Oreo still cantering at a steady speed, I stretched my left leg out and extended my left arm to balance myself on him with one foot. Placing my ascended foot back into the saddle, I released his reins and slid back down. I angled my body so both of my feet were to the right of him. Stretching out my legs, I stretched out my torso with my hands above my head. Ryan’s eyes were burning into my skin at this point.

For our last and final trick, I sat up and brought my knees up to me again. With my left hand on the horn of the saddle, my right held on to the back. Balancing myself well enough, I lifted my legs in front of me into the air and adjusted my grip on the saddle. I moved my legs as I performed my handstand on my horse as he trotted about the field.

Figuring I had given my fiancé enough heart attacks for one afternoon, I brought myself out of the handstand to sit on the saddle. Pulling the reins, I signaled him over to where Brownie and Ryan had been waiting.

Ryan carried a dumbfounded expression on his face. “What in the hell was that?”

Running my fingers through my hair, I smiled. “When I was little, dad would bring me here with him instead of hiring a baby-sitter. While I was out riding Oreo here one day, I decided to teach him and Brownie a few tricks. I completely trust them the same way they trust me. They are my babies.”