Through the Eyes of a Male Submissive (39 page)

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?”

“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!”

* * * *

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.