Through the Eyes of a Male Submissive

by Andie Lea

  Pushing him away once more, my eyes glowered at him. “I am being serious here, Mister Rayner. I want to know what in the hell is in it for me!”

  Narrowing his gaze at me, I could tell he was becoming impatient. “If you don’t, I am going to buy you the most expensive thing I can find and wait to present it to you in front of everyone at our wedding.”

  A look of horror swept across my face as I smacked his cheek, his erection pressing into my flesh. “You wouldn’t dare!”

  “Try me…”

  Before I could say a word to rebut, I banged him inside of me.

  “You are so manipulative, Ryan Rayner. We are going to have to work on that!”

  He placed his hands on my hips as I pressed my pelvic bone into his. I would bite my lip when he would close his eyes and lean his head back, letting me know I was doing my job right. As I made him drill into me deeper and harder, his mouth formed the shape of an ‘O’, sending me through the roof! Oh Mister Rayner, if fast is what you want, fast is what you shall receive!

  I rammed his erection into me at a rapid pace, beginning to feel his warming liquid caressing my insides.

  My mind went blank except for wanting and needing him more and more as the pressure kept building up within me.

  Seconds before I allowed him to release, I pulled away from him.

  “Sit up and do not move a single muscle.”

  I trotted out of the room naked to return in my bright pink Stilettos.

  “Remind of you something, baby?” I wondered, breezing past him and leaning against the wall. “Get your ass over here and fuck me!”

  “Yes ma’am.” Striding over, he restrained my hands above my head.

  A faint moan escaped my lips once he entered my body. My hands were aching to hold onto him. I was salivating at the thought of my fingernails piercing his back.

  “Oh baby…I love you!”

  “You have no idea how much I love you.” Slamming further into me, he released his grip on my hands.

  My body began to twitch as my fingers traced up and down his back. My walls constricted as I began to shatter around him. Without warning, he scooped me into his arms and turned around to lay me on to the haystack. He drilled into me harder as he went into frenzy. Oh, the faces he makes when he has reached his climax! Will I ever grow tired of him? I think not!

  He stared at me with a questioning look in his eyes. “What’s wrong, baby?”

  “My stepmother insisted on a family dinner tonight, and believe me, our family gatherings are polar opposite from the ones you are accustomed to.”

  Having a hard time containing his laughter, he said, “There is no way it can be that bad.”

  “Would you like to place a bet on this? The last time we had one of these, the cops crashed the party and one of my uncles got arrested for squirting the officer with a water gun. Yeah, he was drunk.” I covered my eyes since I couldn’t control my giggling.

  Once I was able to regain control of myself, I ran my fingers through his hair. “My family my drive me crazy, but they have been my rock for so long. I’m nervous for you to meet them because I am really hoping that you accept them.”

  He swiftly kissed my lips. “Olivia, if they are anything remotely like you I will be honored to even know them.”

  “Mister Rayner, is there a reason you are trying to butter me up?”

  Playfully biting his lip and looking about the room, he said, “No… No reason at all.”

  * * * *

  Ryan clinched on to me as I sat on his lap near the bonfire in my father’s backyard.

  I sensed one of my uncles making his way over toward us. Bending until my lips met Ryan’s ear, I whispered, “I am apologizing to you now. Please ignore my loud-mouthed uncle.”

  “Holy shit…Via Johnson is alive and in the flesh!” my dad’s youngest brother hollered, once he was close enough.

  I smiled, knowing he was already lit. “I am very much alive and well, Uncle Andrew. I would like for you to meet my fiancé, Ryan Rayner. Ryan, this is my father’s youngest pain in the ass–I mean brother–Andrew.”

  The men exchanged handshakes.

  I sat there, watching and emotionally preparing myself for whatever it was getting ready to fly out of my uncle’s mouth. Ryan placed his hand back on to my leg as I looked up to see my idiotic uncle’s devilish grin form.

  Good grief. What is he going to mouth-off now?

  “I overheard how well you have been doing. Mister Rayner here seems to be quite the catch. I would be too if I was one of America’s richest and finest.” He took a drag from his cigarette.

  Folding my arms, I narrowed my eyes at him. “I believe Ryan’s salary is absolutely nobody’s business but his. It’s not even mine!”

  Ryan wrapped his arms around me. “That will change in almost a week. Everything that is mine will be yours…Ours,” he stated, peering up at my uncle. “Then Olivia and I will morph into one of America’s richest couples. Just between us, though, we could be dirt poor and I would still love her.”

  For once in his forty-nine years, Uncle Andrew was speechless. It took him a few minutes to conjure up the words to speak. “I am glad the both of you have found happiness.”

  The second my uncle strolled away, I stared at Ryan in amazement.

  “How in the hell did you do that? No one–and I mean no one–has been able to silence him. What is your secret, Mister Rayner?”

  A grin began to spread upon his lips. “Olivia, I can disarm anybody I choose. Almost anyone. You are the single one who can see right through my charm.” Kissing my shoulder, he continued, “You literally have me by the balls, baby.”

  I couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of this. “Well then, what should I do with these balls of yours?”

  My eyes scanned our surroundings. The crease in my forehead returned when I stumbled upon a girl a few years younger than me glaring in our direction. I had a sense of a déjà vu as we gazed at each other. Have I seen her before?

  “Is she a friend of yours?” Ryan interrupted my thoughts.

  Shaking my head, I focused my attention back to him. “She is standing with a couple of cousins of mine, but I’ve never met her.”

  “She seems to know you…”

  Before I opened my mouth to speak, my dad’s eldest brother’s band started to play.

  “He would be my Uncle Jim. He is the lead singer and guitarist up there. My grandparents adopted him before my father and my uncle were born.”

  “He plays very well. Are you musically gifted as well?” he wondered.

  I couldn’t control my laughter. “Are you kidding me? You have heard me sing! I don’t have a single musical bone in my body!” Standing up, I heated my hands up over the fire.

  “Olivia Johnson-Rayner, this one is for you.” Ryan’s voice spoke louder than usual.

  Assuming he was still sitting behind me, I turned around to see his chair empty. Alright Rayner, where did you disappear to? Looking around, my eyes fell upon him on the small stage with my uncle.

  Oh, my damn… What in the hell is he going to do now?

  My uncle placed a wooden stool near Ryan, handing him an acoustic guitar with a little smile as Ryan whispered something to him. He nodded and strolled to the back of the stage to chat with his band mates. After several seconds of waiting, Uncle Jim went back to standing by Ryan and began playing a familiar tune.

  Is this She’s Everything by Brad Paisley? My thoughts went wild as my fiancé stole the attention of my family members. My cheeks reddened in partial embarrassment and pride. Yes, I was proud my baby had found a way to bond with the Uncle I was closest to and was charming the pants off the rest of my family.

  Making my way closer towards the stage, I gawked at him in utter amazement. Out of the corner of my eye, I recognized a girl staring at us a few moments ago gazing at my man!

  Quit being a jealous fiancée, Via!

  Ryan jumped down from the stage, still singing into the microphone, and
strolled over to me. Taking a hold of one of my hands and twirling me around, he planted a huge kiss on me while Uncle Jim took over the vocals.

  “How is that for spontaneity?” he whispered, then dipped me and kissed me once more.

  “You are in deep shit for making me blush in front of our family, once again!” I warned him the second he picked me up and held me.

  The girl who had been staring at us all evening gathered up enough balls to approach us, standing behind my cousin, Justin, of course.

  Smiling at him, I tried my best not to glare at her. “Justin, I believe you have not introduced us to your friend.”

  Justin grinned as he held on to her. “This is my girlfriend, Lauren Roberts. Lauren, this is my amazing cousin I was telling you about, Via.”

  Ryan almost choked on the beer he had been taking a swig of, passing it off as chugging it too fast.

  I rolled my eyes. “Don’t mind him. He doesn’t know how to drink a beer properly.” I extended my hand out to Lauren.

  “It is so great to meet you, Lauren. This means that I totally lose my five dollars I placed into the bet about Justin being gay. You win some, you lose some I guess.”

  Ryan’s gaze burned like hot coals as Justin punched my arm. “You were in on that bet too?”

  “I’m sorry buddy, but everyone was involved,” I said, grabbing Ryan’s hands and wrapping them around my waist.

  My husband’s breathing and blood pressure slowed down. Men…Such hotheaded creatures!

  Ryan finally cleared his throat. “Will you be attending the wedding?”

  My sarcastic-mouthed cousin’s ears perked up. “We wouldn’t miss it for the world. You see, I am not the one who had bets going around. Everyone had money set on how long it would take for Via to get married.”

  “You can shut up now, Justin,” I said through my gritted teeth as my foot shot up. I missed his nut sack since he had jumped back.

  Ryan hoisted me over his shoulder and tapped my ass. “You will have to excuse her. She is very feisty tonight. It was pleasant meeting you both.”

  “Put me down!” I shrieked, kicking my feet into the air.

  “If I let you go, are you going to act like a child?” he asked and smacked my ass again.

  Sighing, I shook my head. “No sir.”

  The second he set me back on my feet, I took off running like a bat out of hell. I turned around and stuck my tongue out at him. “You can’t catch me!”

  With a grin on his face, he launched for me. “I wouldn’t bet on that!”

  I turned around to see where I was going and then started running faster into the open field, towards the tree house. Climbing the rope like a skilled monkey, I leapt on to the ledge of the tree house. I kept the rope in my grip so he had no way to reach me.

  He ran up to the tree house, out of breath. “Olivia Marie Rayner, do not make me come up there.”

  Shaking the rope at him, I couldn’t help but smirk. “There’s only one way up, baby!”

  “Fine. Is this how you want to be? I am going home without you.”

  I threw the rope down. “Oh, get your ass up here, you big baby.”

  The moment his feet hit the platform, I did not allow him to speak. Pressing my lips on his, I pushed him in through the doorway and on to the couch. I took a few steps back and began to remove my clothing one piece at a time. Letting my shirt fall to the floor, I unhooked my bra, wiggled out of it, and tossed it at him. Sliding down my white skirt, I let it crash to my ankles and stepped out. Giving him more of a show, I turned my back towards him and slid my underwear down, bending all the way to my ankles, lifting one foot up at a time to escape from them. Still bent down, I caressed my recently shaved legs all the way up to my thighs.

  I turned my body around to face him again. “I have a surprise for you, baby.”

  He sat there with his eyes widened to the shape of almonds, not able to speak even if he tried.

  Sucking on my index finger, I trailed it all the way down my chin, neck, and belly, stopping at my pubic hairline. I continued to trail my finger down my sex, pulling out two silver balls and pitching them on to his lap. He groaned in absolute approval, squeezing his manhood.

  “Stand up, baby,” I commanded, strolling closer towards him.

  My fingers began unbuttoning his white shirt, pushing it off his body and on to the floor. Trailing down his appetizing abdomen, I touched the button of his slacks and tugged until it released. Unzipping his pants, I pulled them along with his boxers down to his ankles. I trailed faint kisses up one of his legs then stopped once I reached his manhood. Shoving him back on the couch, I straddled my legs over him and stuck my ass in his face.

  Without so much as a warning, I slammed his erection into my mouth. He grasped my ass cheeks as if to keep his balance, he sent me through the roof the second his tongue grazed my sex. Oh, what this man does to me! Clutching on to his thighs, I swirled my tongue around the tip of his erection, causing him to lick my sex faster and harder.

  Before either of us could come, I curved my body around to face him and shoved his manhood into me. I leaned in to kiss his lips, working my way down to his neck and chest. Rolling us over so he would be on top, my amazing husband thrust in and out of me, causing my tits to bounce.

  I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to me and pressed my lips against his.

  “I love you, baby.”

  My words must have been the trigger. His erection detonated into me as I shattered around him.

  He buried his face into my neck, planting kisses on my flesh. “You are an amazing woman, Olivia Rayner.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Private Jet Headed Towards Home. Ryan Rayner

  Hours after her family’s cookout, Via and I found ourselves back on the plane heading towards Seattle.

  I tried my best to hide my smile as the aircraft lifted for take-off. She loathed this part!

  “Where did you learn to play guitar like that?” She stared at me, trying to keep her mind busy.

  “I was backstage at a Brad Paisley concert a few years ago…”

  She held up her hand as if to shut me up. “Please do not tell me you saved the man’s life and he offered free guitar lessons!”

  Rolling my eyes, I shook my head at her. “No, all I did was observe his technique. I am surprised that I was able to pick it up.”

  “I’m not. You are a very talented musician.”

  “Why Mrs. Rayner, are you trying to butter me up?” Moving out of my seat, I hovered over her. “How is it you make me want you so damn much?”

  Biting her lip, she peered into my eyes while hers danced. “I have no idea. It could be the tiny blue pill I slipped into your drink this evening.” She was grinning.

  My eyes widened in both shock and excitement. “Olivia Marie Rayner, did you roofie my beer?”

  She shook her head. “Not yet, but don’t tempt me or I will when you least expect it. Oh my damn! Our wedding day is less than a week away!”

  I kissed her lips to shut her up and calm her down. “Everything is going to be fine, baby. There is no need to be nervous. I cannot wait to finally make you my wife.”

  “Are you sure I am the one you want? Everyone with eyeballs can see Jennifer would fuck you any chance she could get.” Her eyes rolled in agitation.

  “Jennifer is a part of my past. You are my future, Olivia Rayner.”

  * * * *

  My Place-Aspen, Colorado. Lauren Roberts

  After twenty-one years of hearing my mother going on and on about Olivia’s perfection, I am getting my revenge on my supposedly amazing half-sister.

  I have been waiting for this fucking day since the day I realized I was my mother’s attempt to replace Miss Excellence.

  “Olivia graduated with honors with culinary and pastry arts degrees,” my mother and father would gloat. “Olivia is tying the knot. Olivia has opened up her own restaurant in Seattle…”

  Olivia fucking this, Olivia fuckin
g that!

  What about Lauren, hmmm, mother and father? Does the fact I graduated college a year early with a degree in forensic science even count? What about dating Justin for two years? Oh I’m sorry… Wrong damn daughter!

  Mommy dearest has no idea what I have in store for her and that golden child of hers, but just wait until they find out! My darling parents are going to pay for treating my brother and I like shit our entire lives, forcing us to listen to them ramble about how great Olivia is. The saddest part was the girl who had been so stellar wasn’t even fucking around! How would mommy and daddy feel if the child of pure perfection was no longer around? What would they think if she were as dead as how they made me and Logan feel for so many years? Everyone is going to know our pain and feel it very fucking soon!

  * * * *

  Via’s Restaurant-Seattle, Washington. Ryan Rayner

  “I would like to propose a toast to the most amazing woman in this world. She is my life, my wife, my dominant. As much as my testosterone hates to admit it, she owns everything I have.” Standing with my champagne glass in the air, I looked around the room filled with our loved ones.

  “In less than twenty-four hours, I will be the luckiest fucking man on earth. Not only will I have said ‘I do’ to my best friend, but also to the only woman I want to wake up to every damn morning.”

  Via stood to join me, staring at me before she raised her glass. “It’s my turn now. Sit down.”

  The room cackled as I kissed her cheek and sat down.

  She cleared her throat. “My fiancé here is such an old sap, isn’t he?” She chuckled with our family. “On a serious note, he is my true soul mate. Everyone who knows me has a clear idea of how I was before Ryan came into my life. I kept myself busy and didn’t worry about finding the one man to spend the rest of my life with. Who would have ever guessed I would find Mister Gorgeously Right in a random nightclub in Vegas? Talk about a winning streak!” She joined everyone in a quick giggle. “My daddy always told me I needed a guy more than willing to accept my quirkiness and the fact I have the ability to pass gas like a man. You blow up one pad and you are marked for life.” She stuck her tongue out at her father as everyone laughed.