Through the Eyes of a Male Submissive (37 page)

“Speak.”

“No sir.”

“Allow me to elaborate.” He whacked me with the whip once more, but on the opposite cheek. “You nearly walked out on me during our honeymoon over something that the both of us had no idea if it were true or not.”

He smacked the whip across my ass again, causing me to grip on to the sheets. “On top of that, you embarrassed the bat-shit out of me by having me arrested and you collected an officer’s phone number while I was locked in a jail cell.”

The whip fell to the floor and his footsteps grew closer. He traced a crop down my back and ass-crack. Every time he would draw it back, I would take in a deep breath.

“I have allowed you to get away with so much. You should feel privileged, Mrs. Rayner,” he informed me as he popped my ass with the crop. “If you had pulled any of the stunts on me five years ago, your ass would be screaming and you wouldn’t be able to sit for an entire month.”

I stood arched over the bed, motionless as I fought back the tears at the mere thoughts of what this man was about to do to me.
Suck up the pregnancy hormones Via and let him have this one!

“Stand up,” he commanded.

Without any hesitation, I stood up straight, waiting for his next move.

He reeled me into his arms and removed the blindfold. “Since it is your birthday, I will take it easy on you. Hey, have you been crying?”

The look in his eyes went from amused to worry.

“I’m fine. Now, about this dominance thing, I would rather you bring out your dominant more often. Right now, could you please just hold me and tell me everything is going to be alright? Please,” I pleaded, burying my face into his chest and sobbing.

“Whoa, baby, where in the world is all of this coming from? Did somebody say something to you?”

I shook my head. “No. I have no idea why I feel so emotional today!”

He scooped me up into his arms and kissed me. “You are pregnant with our baby. This sort of outburst is to be expected.”

“I don’t like it one bit! I want you to punish me for doing those awful things to you. Both of us know I deserve it! I’m a horrible person!”

“Back the truck up. Olivia Marie Rayner, you are not, by any means, a horrible person. You are my loving, caring and, as of this moment
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my more than usually sensitive wife. Do you believe that I am pissed about all the shit you have done to me over the course of knowing each other?” he wondered, setting me down on to the bed and cuddling my body into his.

“Yes, sir.”

“Let me just get one thing straight here. If I hated all the pranks and the smartass comments you say to me, I would not have made you my wife. You keep me on my toes, Olivia Rayner, and that is only one of the many things I adore about you.”

I kissed him as I ran my fingers through his hair. “There is only one thing I want you to do for my birthday.”

“What is that?” he wondered, his eyes dancing.

“Please finish what you started. I promise to have no more breakdowns.”

Sighing, he stood out of bed and began to peel off his clothes.

“Shackle yourself, feet first.”

I did as he commanded and waited for him. He hovered over me, his erection touching my skin.

His lips came into contact with mine for only a second since he trailed kisses all the way down to my belly again. “Please do daddy a favor and ease up on mommy’s hormonal strings.”

He stared up at me through his lashes. His eyes were smoldering and he wanted me as much as I wanted him. Holding my legs apart, he buried his face into my sex. My head flew backwards as my pelvis arched up the moment his tongue came into contact with my clitoris.

Oh, my damn! The magical wonders this man works with his tongue alone!

The pressure was already beginning to building inside me, dying for me to allow it to release.

“Oh baby, pretty please, fuck me!” Craving him so severely, I had no choice but to beg.

He stopped and the pressure ceased. With a grin on his face, he took a hold of the chains I had been cuffed to and slammed them back. This caused my back to thump against the headboard.

“Oh baby, I have been craving you all fucking day!” He pushed his erection into me, stretching my vaginal walls.

My hands ached to touch him. I was itching to hold him tight against my chest.

Bending down, he kissed me hard on the lips. “I love how you are always so wet for me, baby.” He was drilling into me firm enough that my tits began to bounce.

I am not certain if it was the pregnancy hormones or what, but I was beginning to burn for him like no other. My groaning became louder every time he pushed into me. I could not get enough of him.

In one swift motion, he unshackled my wrists. My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his face down into my breasts. He kissed, licked, and sucked them one at a time as he continued to ride me. The pressure rose up inside me again and I did not pull back on the reins this time. Instead, I clutched on to my husband’s back, pretty certain I was leaving nail marks, and shattered all around him, more than once I may add.

“Oh, baby… Shit, you feel so good!” he yelled out seconds before pouring himself into me and burying his nose into my neck.

Chapter Thirty-One

October La Mia Dominare-Seattle, Washington. Ryan Rayner

My wife never ceases to amaze me.

Not only has she organized an auction for breast cancer awareness for next week, but she is also hosting what she is calling Donation Week.

All of the proceeds that La Mia Dominare brings in during the entire week, she will donate twice the amount to the March of Dimes, Saint Jude’s Research, and PETA—the woman loves animals as well.

Along with the donated money, mothers—even the ones still expecting—get their meals free for the week.

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I perceived a drastic change in my wife since we had gotten pregnant. She was becoming more involved with donating to charities hitting close to home. When she approached me with the idea of the Donation Week, she had everything planned out to the last detail. She even had sketches of how the inside of the restaurant would be set up.

The place had been packed every night this week and I was not surprised one bit! Olivia Rayner was the most talented woman I have ever laid eyes on and I felt honored to call her mine.

“How are you doing over here, baby?” She walked up from behind me at the bar and wrapped her arms around my waist.

She’d had me busting my ass all week, managing the bar, claiming I have mad skills when it comes to dominating the bar. If she knew I would be nothing without her on top of it!

I dried a shot glass with a freshly clean towel. “I would feel better if your ass was bent across one of these bar stools.”

She smacked my ass with her hand when she was certain nobody was watching. “Mister Rayner, there will be no turning me on while we are working! It’s bad enough that my panties are already damp from only looking at you. Damned pregnancy hormones!”

I couldn’t help but grin. “At least you now have an excuse. I am stuck with being a horny bastard.”

“True, but you are mine and I love you regardless.” She winked at me, beginning to stroll away, but stopping dead in her tracks.

My eyeballs peered up to see who had my wife so immobilized.

Shit! Damn! Fuck! They are here. Shit, why are they here? She isn’t… Fuck, yes she is!

My brother caressed Jennifer’s pregnant belly with a giddy look on his face.

Finally able to move, Via turned her head back to me as the side of her fist came into contact with my nut sack. “I thought you said it was a false alarm? It sure in the hell doesn’t look like one to me!”

My knees felt like Jell-O as I crouched down since she had almost knocked the wind out of me. “She told me it was.”

Her counterfeit smile appeared on her cheeks as Jason and Jennifer made their way over to us.

“We came here to tell you the great news. Jen and I are expecting!”

To my surprise, my wife jumped up and down like a child, hugging both of them. “This is just so amazing. I bet William and Sarah are through roof about having not one, but now two, grand babies on the way!”

After I collected myself, I joined them and placed my hand on the small of my wife’s back. Instead of pulling my hand off her body, she took my free hand and placed it over her belly that had grown so much in the past month.

Jennifer shot a glance over at me and shook her head, telling me the baby did not belong to me without physically talking. The muscles in my stomach loosened a great deal at her unspoken words.

“You and Jennifer should stay and eat. Tonight is the last day mommies get their meals free. We are celebrating our week’s success with a huge cake, which I should be checking on. I will catch up with all of you later.” Via gave Jennifer a friendly wink, giving her shoulder a little rub as she strolled away.

Shit! Damn! Fuck!

I could imagine how pissed my wife was at me, seeing how her overly emotional ass believed I was the father of my ex-submissive’s baby.

My mind couldn’t take the agony anymore. I had to be with her! Motioning for Emma to seat my brother and Jennifer, I excused myself to track down Via. I found her in the spot where she goes to do some rationalizing or cool off, the walk-in freezer. Pulling her body into mine, I held on to her.

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.

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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.