Through the Eyes of a Female Dominant is the newest release from author Andie Lea. On this page, you will find the first FIVE chapters and information on the book. Thank you for visiting the page!
January 1st, 2014
Northwestern Hospital-Seattle, Washington-Via Rayner
“It’s okay to let go, baby.”
I faintly heard my husband’s voice speak.
Let go…what in the hell am I letting go of?! Shit! I don’t have a hold of his balls again, do I?
Before I could open my eyes to see what was going on, someone else’s footsteps came into ear-shot.
“How is she doing?” the tone of Leslie’s voice spoke.
Ryan answered her by stating something about brain swelling and waiting for me to wake up.
What is everyone’s deal about wondering how I am doing and waiting for me to wake up?! I am very much awake and alive; just haven’t found the right moment to open my eyes!
Besides, I would never pass up the opportunity to quietly eavesdrop…especially the conversation happening right now between my husband and closest friend.
“I cannot live without my wife, Leslie.”
Oh really…not even a few minutes ago he was telling me that it was alright to let go; his ass is grass and I am the fucking lawn mower!
I felt our baby moving all over the place as my fingers lightly moved against my moron’s…I mean, husband’s hand.
My eyes fluttered open at the sound of his voice, sweetly smiling at him.
Grabbing a hold of his shirt, I pulled him down so our eye levels matched.
“You had everyone worried, Mrs. Rayner.” He gazed into my eyes like he had the day of our wedding, passionately and full of love.
Leslie remained silent in the far corner of the room, sensing that I was about to do something dramatic.
Without so much a warning, my lips plowed into his and hastily pulled away.
The palm of my right hand quickly came into contact with the left side of his face.
His eyes nearly bulged out their sockets as he stared at me, completely baffled.
“Ryan William Rayner, how fucking dare you tell me to give up and let go!”
“You heard me…baby, you should know by now that I did not mean a single word. I had the bat-shit scared out of me when even the doctor didn’t have a clue if you were going to pull through.” explaining himself a bit.
I felt my upper lip snarl at him, “I have too much to live for to even consider giving up or letting go…our baby and dominating your ass are just a few examples.”
“Baby, you know better than to believe that I would ever want you to give up. My life would be nothing without you and our little one…”
Pressing my index finger to his lips to keep him from talking, I bit my lip and shifted my eyes to Leslie.
She blinked at me a few times. “Oh…got it…bye!”
Ryan stared at me in confusion while the door slowly shut behind her, “What in the hell was that all about?”
“Leslie and I have great communication skills; we don’t have to physically talk in order to understand what the other is trying to say.” wrapping my arms around his neck, passionately kissing him.
He pulled away and playfully grinned, “Why Mrs. Rayner, are you seducing me after waking up from a comatose-state not even twenty minutes ago?”
“Shut up and fuck me, Ryan.”
“I am so sorry about all of this, baby.” He breathed as he hovered over my body, kissing my lips.
Pulling away, his eyes never left mine.
“You have no idea how much I have missed you…” he finally spoke.
The line between my brows formed, “Oh yes…I do. Now, I will need my purse please.”
He stared at me for a minute before fetching my purse, handing it to me.
“Good boy.” winking at him, I dug through my bag.
His eyes widened once he laid eyes on the two pair of handcuffs, anal beads, and my travel-sized crop.
I stood, smacking his hands away as he tried to assist me.
“You could say that I was planning on having some fun whenever we are out and about…but this will do; follow me please.”
He took the hand I held out for him; leading him into the private bathroom.
Walking over to the area for showering, I shackled both of his wrists to the shower curtain rod; turning on the shower, making it nice and steamy.
My index finger trailed down his now-bare chest and to his abdomen, “I cannot believe you thought I was a goner, Ryan William Rayner…”
“You are going to bruise my ass, aren’t you?” he wondered, swallowing harder than usual as I undid his pants.
“I understand that you were worried but that does not mean you give up hope on me…and to answer your question, yes I am.” I informed him.
Growing tired of this small-talk, I rammed my lips into his; working my way all the way down to his manhood, pulling his pants and briefs down around his ankles.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t call the nurse in here right now…” I finally spoke, his quick panic turning me on.
His eyes widened as he stared down at me, “Uh…because you love me and you pity that I believed I lost my wife.”
Standing on my feet, I unshackled him from the shower rod. “Nice try…bend down and touch your toes.” I demanded, pushing our naked bodies underneath the streaming water.
He immediately did as he was told; leaning forward and placing his fingertips on his toes.
Oh sweet damn…how this man can ignite my libido!
Grabbing the anal beads I set aside, I caressed his ass-cheeks.
His cheeks tightened as I slowly inserted the beads.
“Relax for me, baby…I might let you fuck me after this.” I told him, waiting for his ass muscles to lose their tension.
He groaned out of pure pleasure as I eased the beads out of him one by one, “Oh baby…please let me fuck you right now.”
“Patience is a virtue, Mister Rayner…and apparently it is something you lack!”
Letting the beads fall to the floor, forcing my husband to stand up straight and pushing him against the wall.
He gazed at me with a pleading look in his eyes, craving to touch my body but not doing so since I had been in dominant mode.
“Please…I will do anything, baby.” He begged.
My ears perked at the sound of his words, “Anything?”
He sighed, “I know that I will most likely regret this, but yes…anything…just please do not make me have blue balls.”
I couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear, “I will be right back; just going to go get the nurse.”
He wrapped one of his legs around my hips as if his life had depended on it, “Via…please…anything but the nurse. I honestly do not feel like being hauled into the Psych-Ward tonight.”
“A little shock treatment would do you some good.” holding his face into the palms of my hands, playfully biting my lip.
Shoving him back up against the wall, I climbed on top of him; forcing his erection into me.
“Quit being so distracting and fuck me, Mister Rayner.” I demanded, faintly moaning in his ear as my fingers grasped the hair on the back of his head.
He pinned my ass against the wall, beginning to thrust in and out of my body.
A faint moan escaped my lips as he pushed, “Oh my damn!”
Instead of speaking, he slammed into me harder and nipped at my neck.
Holy shit! I fucking love it when he takes notes!
Not bothering to shut the water off, Ryan carried me all the way to my bed in the other room.
I hovered on top of him, pushing him in and out of me; throwing my head back as he reached deeper into my walls.
The door abruptly opened. As much as I wanted to hide under a rock, that didn’t keep me from reaching my climax.
“Mister Rayner, it is time for me to check your wife’s vitals…” the nurse said as she looked up.
I saw the horrified look on her face…upside down, of course…when she stopped dead in her tracks.
A grin spread across my cheeks as I turned my head to face her, holding out my arm.
“You may proceed.” I said with a little smile.
She stared at me with her eyes the shape of almonds, “I have no issues with doing this later.”
I turned my body around with my husband still inside of me as I shook my head, “Nonsense…nothing to be ashamed of; it is only a little sex…big penis, but good thing you can’t see that or I may be jealous.”
The nurse skittishly walked closer and checked my blood pressure with the needed instruments, “It’s a little above average, but I can see why…”
She did not waste any time high-tailing out of the room after she had finished scribbling whatever she needed to on her clip-board.
My husband’s mouth fell open, astonished that I had just mortified a complete stranger.
Glaring as I turned back to face him, I barely heard the door shut. “Do not look at me like that, Ryan William Rayner…for one, I am nearly five months pregnant and horny as hell; the force of an earthquake would fail to keep me off you right now. Second, I am too close for anyone to interrupt. Lastly, I have taught her the common courtesy of knocking.” I said, lightly smacking his face.
He blinked a few times, “Wow…you truly never cease to amaze me, Mrs. Rayner.”
An hour later, my gynecologist wheeled a monitored device into the room.
She beamed at me. “It’s time to check on this little bundle of joy. We should be able to see if we need to start buying pink or blue.”
“No need for that…I already know that she is a girl.” Ryan spoke with a boyish grin.
I playfully rolled my eyes at my husband’s words, “Pay no attention to him. He has been saying we are having a girl ever since we found out about being pregnant.”
She switched on the machine, squirting the gel onto the end of the wand that she placed on my growing belly after raising my gown just below my breasts.
“Let’s see if Mister Rayner is correct.” She smiled as she pressed the wand to my stomach.
Ryan sat back in the chair beside me with his arms folded.
“Your husband’s intuitions are spot on, Mrs. Rayner. It looks like we do have a little girl in here.” Her eyes dancing as she pointed it out very clearly on the screen.
“Ah-ha…I knew it!” Ryan’s voice shouted, nearly causing me to jump out of my skin.
“Congratulations to the both of you.” My gynecologist told us as she packed up her equipment after printing a few pictures.
I smiled at her, “Thank you so very much.”
“Not a problem…I will be seeing you in a few weeks.” she said, leaving my husband and me alone once again.
“You are pretty proud of yourself right now, aren’t you?” I wondered as my eyebrows rose in his direction.
He grinned, “Oh baby…you know how I loathe tooting my own horn…but toot, toot, fucking toot!”
The door busted open as Leslie, Rachael, and Tory flew into the room squealing like school girls.
Their giddiness automatically put a grin on my face.
“I am going to hunt down some coffee.” Ryan made the excuse to dash out of the room.
The girls giggled until my husband shut the door, simultaneously ceasing to seriously glare at me.
“Have you told him anything yet?” Rachael wondered, breaking the silence.
I shook my head. “I haven’t had the chance to talk to him.
Being in a comatose-state makes it impossible to have a conversation with someone.”
Tory folded her arms as her eyes narrowed, “There is no need for that smart-mouth. For one, we are not Ryan and will slap the shit out of you; and second, you have had since Christmas to tell him about this Paris trip your father has paid for.”
Leslie and Rachael nodded in agreement.
“And your pregnant ass is going whether Mister Egotistical likes it or not!” Tory added with more of a bite.
I stood out of bed and slid on a pair of maternity jeans, “I know…you are absolutely right. I am going to tell him as soon as we get home.”
“You better…this is Paris, Olive! The place the three of us promised each other we would go…fucking Paris!” Leslie said excitedly.
I held up my hands as if that had the ability to shut her up,
“Calm down…I am going to talk to him.”
The car ride to the house had been abnormally quiet.
Ryan and I were in the backseat of the black Escalade as Charlie drove. Ryan is slightly wary of getting back behind the wheel considering the accident.
“Alright. What is it?” my husband’s voice practically scared me half to death.
I was finally able to speak once my heart had started beating again. “What is what baby?”
“Olivia Marie Rayner, I know when something is on that mind of yours.”
Come on, Via! Just tell him that you are going to Paris!
The words were on the tip of my tongue, but my mouth refused to open.
Oh my damn! Why is this so damn difficult?!
“The girls and I are going to Paris!” I finally managed to blurt out.
To my utter surprise, his reaction was quite calm and collected…a bit too composed.
“That’s fine.” He said with a little nod.
“Who are you and what have you done to my husband?!” I wondered, completely astonished by his cool reaction.
He playfully rolled his eyes. “I have wanted to take you to
Paris for a while now. I cannot wait to take you up into the
Eiffel Tower, baby.”
Shit! He believes he is going…damn!
I shyly tucked my hair behind my ear. “About that…you are not invited. It’s girls-only…so…unless you develop a vagina anytime soon, you can’t go.”
His eyes glowered at me and I could feel the mood in the atmosphere shift.
Ah-ha! There is the man I married!
“I beg your pardon, Mrs. Rayner?” the tone of his voice sharper now.
If he thinks that I am going to tuck my tail between my legs and let his growling intimate me, he has another thing coming!
“Your stubborn ass heard me…this is a girls-only adventure.” I told him, not backing down from his tone.
After a few seconds of glaring at each other, I sat on his lap. Facing him with my belly poking his; kissing his sweet lips, surprised that he did not return the favor.
“Baby, please don’t do this…I love you so much, but you know that I need to spend time with my friends too. This is my last chance to do something like this with them that will not require me to drag along a stroller.” I said in almost a whisper.
“Fine…go…do whatever the fuck you want; it doesn’t matter what I say anyways.” Gently moving me off his lap and climbing out of the car a nanosecond after Charlie parked.
Really…fucking really…he is seriously going to act like a baby about this?!
“Is everything alright, Mrs. Rayner?” Charlie politely wondered.
I sweetly smiled as he assisted me out of the backseat, “Mister Rayner is just showing his ass…nothing new and definitely something I can handle.”
My grin resurfaced as I trotted into the house.
Oh Mister Rayner…your ass is mine!
My husband is truly pissed at me. He has been locked in his office since we came home from the hospital.
Mister Rayner wants to play hardball…well then…hardball is exactly what he is going to get!
Packing some clothes and whatever I could find into my overly-enlarged luggage bag, I wheeled it out into the hallway and tossed it over the guard rail.
Knowing the loud crash would grab his attention; I turned around to face the office door and waited.
“What in the hell was that?” he questioned, glaring at me.
I waved a familiar document and pushed it against his chest. “Somebody needs to brush up on this. Just because rings are involved does not mean the contract becomes automatically void. I will be away from the house until you come to your senses. You get one phone call a day…use it wisely, Mister Rayner.”
My posture remained poised and stable as I strolled down the stairs.
I grabbed a hold of the handle of my bag and wheeled it to the front door.
My husband appeared absolutely dumbfounded as he clinched onto the contract.
Shaking my head as I walked out the front door, I had no time to waste.
I tossed my bag into the backseat and climbed in behind the wheel.
Ah…I swear this car is like driving a damn boat!
I flicked my wrist to ignite the engine. Instead of hearing the purr of the motor, the wretched thing refused to turn over.
Damn! A two and a half million dollar car and it is a piece of shit! Just my fucking luck!
My conscious was screaming at me to look out at the window.
Once I succumbed, the line between my brows formed as my lips scrunched together.
That asshole stole one of my damn spark plugs!
I scrambled out and slammed the door shut, tapping my right foot with my arms folded over my chest. “You better have a fucking good explanation for this Rayner!”
“I believe you made me promise to never run when we came across a disagreement; it’s only fair that you do the same. I am only abiding by these rules of yours, Mrs. Rayner.” He informed me as he twirled the spark plug around with his fingers.
My eyes narrowed at him, “You are breaking more rules than anything, Ryan. It clearly states that the male is required to give the female her space. You have totally shattered that rule by pulling out my spark plug with your greedy fingers!”
“Oh but baby, you did have your space. I believe a fucking coma for nearly twenty-four hours is enough space!” He took a couple of leaps and stood in front of me. “I am your husband now, Olivia Marie Rayner. No longer an untrusting or unloving submissive.”
Before I could open my mouth to speak, he had shredded the contract and tossed the pieces into the air.
“You are my wife and that little girl growing inside of you is our daughter. No matter how hard you struggle to push me away, I am going to keep reeling your stubborn ass into my chest…” he said with a smirk. “It doesn’t matter if I have to drag your kicking and screaming behind into the house. If we have shit that needs to be discussed, that is exactly what we are going to do. No ifs, ands, or buts.”
I placed my index finger over his lips as if to shut him up and shook my head, “You keep forgetting that I am a grown woman and not some child that you can control, Ryan William Rayner. I have every right to travel to Paris with my friends without your company if I wish. Like you just said, you are my husband which does not make you my personal babysitter.”
A boyish grin appeared on his face, “Baby, I hate to be the one to tell you this…but…you needed a babysitter way before I set eyes on you.”
I playfully rolled my eyes as he gently rubbed his fingertips across my belly, “How in the hell do you this to me, Mister Rayner?”
“What is it that I do exactly?”
“You have this annoyingly sweet way of calming me down when I want to wrap my hands around your neck. In the words of Pink, it must be True Love.” I fisted my fingers through his hair and lightly pulled.
He flashed his half-smile at me. “How much time do I have with my wife?”
“A few days, possibly a week…wait…you are allowing me to go?!”
“I would never keep you from going; Via, I just worry about you and your friends being alone across town, let alone in a foreign country…” He sighed as he kissed my forehead. “You are going to love Paris, but it is a different world over there. I am having difficulty believing that the three drunken monkeys will be able to take care of my pregnant wife.”
My eyes rolled at this point, “We will be fine and you have to trust us on that. This is not just about going out of the country without you; it is about you being able to trust me when we are not attached at the hip.”
“Oh baby, I do trust you…believe me when I say this…you are the first woman who holds one-hundred percent of my trust. It is the other idiots in this world that I do not have faith in.” he assured as he reeled me closer to his chest.
I allowed him to carry me into our house. My heart thudded against my ribs as he opened the door to the playroom.
Holy shit! What is this man going to do to me?!
He set me down on the floor at the end of the bed and placed my hands on the railing. “Don’t move.”
His fingers trailed up my arms to my shoulders, down my sides, and traced the edge of my maternity jeans that snugged my hips.
I could already feel my mouth and sex salivating for him.
He slowly undid my pants; taking his sweet time pulling them down around my ankles.
A faint moan escaped as I felt his lips trail up my legs seconds before he pulled my hips and buried his face into my gender.
Oh sweet damn! How in the hell can the man do these things to me?!
I gripped tighter onto the railing as he abruptly stopped and I felt the faint touch of the crop.
Holy shit! I am in trouble now!
“Do you have any idea how much you worry me, Mrs. Rayner?” he rhetorically asked as he whacked my left ass cheek.
I literally had to bite my tongue to keep myself from talking.
Hmm…I wonder if playing submissive is hard for him as much as it is for me…
“Are you going to answer me?” he smacked me again.
I swallowed a bit harder than usual. “Um…considering the graying of your hair…quite a bit, sir.”
The crop stung my ass hard and I pursed my lips to keep from crying out. My right foot wanted to start tapping so badly, but I did not dare let it!
You can give him this one, Via. You did try running from him! Besides, how rough is he really going to get with you being five months pregnant?!
Right then, I heard the familiar crack of the whip.
Holy shit! He wouldn’t even think about hitting me with that thing! Of course he would…he’s an idiot!
I flipped onto the bed before he could even whip me. “What do you want from me, Ryan?!”
Angling my body to get a better look at him, I narrowed my eyes.
Why is this asshole grinning?! Ugh…I have half a mind to crack him with that damn whip!
“Baby, you know how much I love you…but please…let me have this one.”
My lips pursed together as I began to bite my bottom lip, trying my damnedest to remain silent.
Holy shit! Why is it so difficult for me to play good submissive tonight?!
Before I could process my thoughts, my husband had restrained my wrists to the headboard. My vision darkened as he slid the blindfold over my eyes.
His lips slightly pressed against my ear.
“Thank you so much, baby.” He whispered, trailing kisses down my neck.
A faint moan escaped from my mouth as he made his way down to my breast and my bulging abdominal. He thoughtfully planted kisses on every inch of my belly.
“How is my baby girl doing today? Daddy loves you and mommy so very much.” He spoke into my pregnant tummy.
Our daughter responded to his voice by twirling and kicking like crazy.
He beamed up at me. “Look at that…we have a daddy’s girl already.”
“Of course she is daddy’s girl. That fact doesn’t surprise me at all.” I replied, rolling my eyes through the blindfold.
“Why Mrs. Rayner, did you seriously just roll your eyes through that blindfold?” He wondered.
I couldn’t contain my smile even if I tried. “Absolutely not, sir. I would not dare do such a thing!”
He firmly placed his hands upon my thighs to hold me still as he buried his face into my sex.
My head flew onto the pillows as my back robotically arched. A faint moan escaped from my lips.
He abruptly stopped when my body began to twitch; clambering on top of me, he slammed into me enough to make me wince.
“Oh my damn!” I cried out, clinching onto the chains of the cuffs.
His teeth lightly nipped down my neck and to my chest as our bodies moved in sync.
I could feel the pressure build up inside me with each thrust.
Holy shit! How in the world can this man have the ability to do this to me?!
My body began to twitch once more as he pushed into me harder and deeper.
The song My Little Girl by Tim McGraw blared from the bedside table.
Reality quickly pulled my ass back from the other universe my husband sent me to.
As agitated I had been, I could not help but feel a little anxious in answering his call. My father loathes being on the phone and only makes calls when it is absolutely important.
Giving my amazing man a kiss, I smiled at him.
“That would be my dad. We will finish this later. I believe my car would appreciate it if you replaced the spark plug.” I told him, slipping out of the cuffs, reaching for my phone and using the tip of my index finger to answer.
“Hey daddy.” I spoke into the phone, silently making kissy faces at Ryan as he strolled towards the door.
The line between my brows formed. “Daddy, what’s wrong?
I watched as Ryan stopped dead in his tracks and turned around to face me.
“Damn! When did this happen?!” I asked, sitting up all the way.
Ryan sat down on the edge of the bed, not taking his eyes off me.
I nodded even though my father couldn’t see, “I can’t believe her aunt is being such a bitch to the family. What am I saying? She has always been a bitch!”
Adjusting my body closer to my husband, I took a hold of his hand and forced a little smile.
“Ryan and I are always here if you need anything. I love you too, daddy. Stay strong…she is with momma now.” Assuring him seconds before he hung up.
I allowed the phone to fall beside me. “My step-sister, Zoie was in a car accident. Her aunt has decided to take her off life-support and has refused to let my father or anyone from our side of the family see her. She is being her normal, bitchy self.”
He reeled my body closer to his and kissed my hair, “Baby,
I am deeply sorry for the loss of your sister.”
“I believe I was ten years old the last time I saw Zoie. Her aunt made sure to keep her away from the family after momma passed.” I informed him, running my fingers through his smooth hair. “From what I can remember, she and I were close during the few short years we spent together. She was three years old when she and momma came into mine and daddy’s life. I want to say she was eight years old when momma passed. That was when momma’s evil bitch sister decided to pry her pointy nose into everything.” I continued to ramble, not having the ability to shut up.
“Daddy had so much going on during that time and believed that living with her aunt would be in Zoie’s best interest…besides, he had no idea how to raise two soon-to-be teenage girls.” I said, forcing a little smile.
I wasn’t entirely sure if Ryan’s soft kiss had been an act of kindness or to keep me quiet…and to be honest, I could care less. All I needed at this moment was to feel his touch.
This life is just too damn short to spend most of it arguing and bickering with the ones that matter most.
“I’m sorry.” I managed to blurt out a nanosecond after the kiss.
A playful grin escaped his lips. “I accept your apology, but I would like to know what it is for.”
I took a deep breath in and exhaled. “For being such a dreadful wife. I promise to be a better one from this moment on.”
“You are far from being an unpleasant wife. I can honestly say that you are the best one I have ever had.”
I friskily rolled my eyes at his attempt to lighten the mood.
“I better be the only wife you have ever had and ever will have.”
He kissed my forehead. “Yes you are, baby…and please quit apologizing. You are an amazing wife. Overly sensitive, but the pregnancy hormones are to blame on that one.”
“I can’t wait to meet our daughter. I have been literally counting down the days. As much as I love carrying our baby, I truly loathe the changes this pregnancy has done to my body.” I told him, tracing my expecting bulge with my finger.
Running his fingers through his hair, he sighed a little. “Speaking of…Jason emailed me this morning. I am afraid you and Jennifer share the same due date.”
I felt my eyes widen in shock and anger. My blood pressure rising as my hands balled into fists. “Are you serious?! It is bad enough I had to share you with her…but now my due date?! Is there anything of mine this woman doesn’t want?!”
He brought my hands up to his lips and lightly kissed them, “Try and play nice with her, baby. I am certain that she is just as nervous as you are about becoming a mother.”
“You want me to play nice with Jennifer…alright Mister Rayner, what in the hell do you have up your sleeve?!” I asked, folding my arms and glowering at him.
“Nothing…it’s just…you cannot hold a grudge forever, Via. What happened between Jennifer and I was a long time ago. Besides, she has clearly moved on and is actually happy with Jason.” He stated.
I couldn’t help but smirk by this point, “Fine…you want me to befriend your ex-love slave, I will gladly do so if you play nice with my ex-fiancé.”
His eyes widened and I quickly regretted my choice of words.
“I’m sorry. I must be going deaf…your what?!” His voice cracked.
Before answering him, I stood up and placed his hands upon my belly. “Michael and I were engaged for a short time…ages ago…you have absolutely nothing to worry about. He and I have obviously moved on and are now satisfied with our lives.” I assured, still managing to sneer at him.
He removed his hand from my baby bump and stood. Without speaking a single word, he strolled out of the room.
Great…Mr. Temperamental is pissed! Ugh! The man has more hormones than I do!
I truly loathe playing this card, but he leaves me no choice. “Ryan William Rayner, you better not be fucking running away from me!” I yelled as my fists formed and my blood pressure rose.
He has forced me to play the nagging wife card…the only card I absolutely despise!
My hand quickly smacked his face the second he turned around. “You are so damn lucky I do not have the ability to read minds or your ass would be in so much more trouble…I guarantee it!”
He ran his fingers through his hair, completely oblivious of the fact that I slapped him. “I can’t do this anymore,
My heart sank into the pit of my stomach but I absolutely refused to break down in front of him. I stood there, my hands shaking with fear and anger.
“You know what…that is fine by me.” I finally managed to say as I made my way to the closet.
It took me a grand total of two minutes to put every single bit of my clothes into a huge piece of luggage.
Ryan had already disappeared into his office by the time I wheeled my bag to the front door.
If this is what he truly wants, I am not going to argue with him.
I had no intentions to wait by the door for him to have some sort of epiphany.
Charlie assisted with my luggage and drove me to the only place I wanted to be…the airport.
“Is there anything else I can do for you, Olivia?” he wondered the second he set my bag in front of me.
I shook my head and sighed. “Just please…take care of him for me. Do not let him do anything reckless.”
“Yes ma’am.” He said with a small nod.
“Thank you so very much for everything you have done for me.”
Charlie and I quickly exchanged handshakes.
I felt his eyes burning a hole into my back until he could no longer see me.
Standing in front of the many monitors displaying the flight schedules, I had only one question to answer myself.
Where do I want to go?
I stared at the monitors long and hard, contemplating where in the world I wanted to go.
“Pardon me, ma’am. Are you Mrs. Rayner?” A very official looking man wondered as he strolled into my peripheral vision.
His slightly shagged dark brown hair made his deep blue eyes pop…and his attire, a black suit and grey tie, matched his certified persona.
The smile on my face widened at the sight of his cuteness.
“Why yes…yes I am. Is the jet ready for me?”
Oh yeah…you will get used to the luxurious lifestyle of Ryan Rayner…I call bullshit!
“Indeed, Mrs. Rayner. If you would please follow me…”
I allowed him to carry my luggage as we made our way to the private terminal.
If I had not been so pissed at my husband, my cheeks would be red from embarrassment…it felt as if everyone was staring at me.
The kind gentleman led me to the edge of the terminal, wished me a safe flight, and thanked me seconds before trotting off.
The familiar captain smiled politely as I boarded the plane. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Rayner. Where will we be traveling today?”
“Before we head to Paris, we will be making a pit stop to pick up a few more passengers in Aspen.” I said, surprised by the domineering tone of my voice.
“Of course, Mrs. Rayner.” He replied just before disappearing into the cockpit.
Oh yeah…I have fifty bucks saying that one of my girls will ask the poor man about his joystick.
I had to purse my lips together to keep from roaring into laughter as I took my seat, preparing for takeoff.
The song All of Me by John Legend abruptly began to play and I groaned as I held up my phone, seeing my husband’s name in bold letters. Instead of answering, I ignore his call by hitting the Fuck You button.
I could not help but grin a bit at my imagination of Ryan’s face once he opened the closet door and realized my belongings were MIA…with that dumbfounded expression on his face; the deer caught in headlights and jaw nearly on the floor look.
The plane slowly began to move, increasing speed as we hit the runway.
I gripped onto the seat and leaned my head back as I tried to keep myself relaxed until the jet leveled out into the sky.
My thoughts drifted to the night Ryan and I met all the way to the argument we had not even an hour ago.
Ugh…the man makes absolutely no sense!
I took a deep breath and slowly released. “Stop doing this, Olivia! Do not let this man get inside your head!”
The girls greeted me as they boarded the plane.
Pulling me into a group hug, they took turns in rubbing my baby bump.
“Another girl to add to our club…” Tory stated as she sat down near a window.
Rachael nodded. “That’s right because boys just suck.”
“Speaking of boys…what is going on between you and Ryan?” Leslie asked, looking solely at me.
Great…I might as well get everything out in the open…
I positioned myself in the seat, “I told him about being engaged to Michael and he flipped…he wants a divorce.”
Leslie shook her head. “That can’t be right. I know for a fact that Ryan could not last a single day without you or the baby.”
“He doesn’t want me. I believe his exact words were…I can’t do this anymore.”
Tory slammed her fists against the armrests of the chair. “That bastard! How would you like his balls…served over easy or sunny-side-up?!”
I was a little stunned by Tory’s sudden attitude in wanting to torment my husband. Granted, he isn’t necessarily her favorite person…but she hardly ever involves herself in our love affairs.
“I appreciate the gesture, Vicki…but not to worry, I have my own form of torture in store for Mister Rayner.” I assured my friends with an evil smirk.
“Holy shit…she has that look in her eyes! Ryan is in some deep shit!” Leslie yelled out and began to laugh.
I playfully rolled my eyes. “Oh come on. I’m not that bad.” They rumbled into laughter.
“Sure…if you believe switching someone’s conditioner with hair removal cream is not that bad.” Rachael chortled, trying to contain herself.
“Hey…it was high school and that guy was an asshole for trying to take advantage of you. He is damn lucky I refrained from putting super-glue in his jockstrap.” I replied as I folded my arms.
“Oh…Ryan is so lucky that you love him enough to not put his balls in the blender.” Leslie said through giggles.
Before I could open my mouth to speak, the flight attendant came into view.
She wheeled a cart full of food and drinks closer to us.
I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Ryan threatening to ask her if she would be interested in performing a threesome with us. He was only teasing me but if he would have said anything to her, I would have died of embarrassment.
My husband has a way of absolutely humiliating me. He is most certainly not the sophisticated lawyer he presents himself to be out in public.
The man is a complete dork behind closed doors. He can be so cheesy with his oh baby, if loving you is wrong I don’t want to be right…
I have no idea how he has the ability to piss me off and make me love him to death at the same damn time!
“Are you having Ryan withdrawals yet?” Leslie asked me as Tory and Rachael rated the food cart.
Pulling myself out of my thoughts, I shrugged my shoulders. “I’m pretty sure he isn’t missing me. Why in the hell should I miss him?”
She playfully rolled her eyes. “I know that he is more than likely going stir-crazy since you left.”
I shook my head, “He was hiding in his office while I packed my things and took off…the idiot probably has no idea that I’m gone.”
“Has he tried calling or texting you?” she asked, picking up my phone.
Before I could answer, she had already unlocked my phone.
“Oh yeah…the poor bastard definitely misses you. Seventy-five missed calls and voicemails…and one hundred text messages.” She stated, calling my voicemail and turning the speaker on.
“Via…baby…please…come home…I love and miss you so fucking much. You know I didn’t mean it when I said I couldn’t do this anymore.” Ryan’s voice said as I held my breath, listening to his words. “Baby, I am so sorry for saying that. I clearly wasn’t thinking. I will want you for the rest of my life. Please talk to me, baby…I’m begging you.”
My husband’s apologetic messages went on and on about how much he loved and missed me.
Tears streamed down my cheeks at his last voicemail. I could hear how upset and hurt he was.
“Alright…you obviously do not want to talk to me right now. I just want you to know that I will always love you and that little girl of ours. The two of you are my world. So please…whatever you do…be careful and be safe. When you are ready to talk, I will answer on the first fucking ring. I love you, baby.”
I absolutely hated how badly wounded the tone of his voice sounded. How could I hurt my husband like this?! He has been nothing but sweet and kind since the day we met.
Stop this hormonal shit, Olivia Marie Rayner! The asshole did say that he couldn’t do this anymore…as if to throw in the towel on our marriage so damn early! Ugh…the man aggravates me so much that I wish I could beat the shit out of him!
Leslie brought me back into reality with her snickering. “He has written the baby a poem. Would you like to hear it?”
Without saying a word, I nodded.
“Baby girl, please let mommy know, daddy is sorry and will never let the two of you go. Baby girl, please let mommy know, daddy is hurt and full of sorrow. Baby girl, please let mommy see, daddy is never far away and will never let you be. Baby girl, please tell your mother, she has a surprise waiting in Paris…one like no other.”
Leslie’s eyes widened as she stared up at me. “Oh shit! He knows you are headed to Paris!”
“Of course he knows…we are on his jet!” I said matter-of-factly.
Ryan’s words played in my head as I closed my eyes…
How many times do I have to tell you, Olivia Marie Rayner? This is our jet…
I took a deep breath in and my senses could smell his scent, biting my lip at the thought of him.
“What did I tell you about biting that damned lip, Mrs. Rayner? You know what that does to me!” My husband’s voice told me, freakishly louder than I have ever imagined.
Listening to my screaming conscious, I opened my eyes and nearly jumped out of my skin.
Ryan stood there, hovered over and practically touching my nose; he stared into my awestricken eyes.
“Geez…what are you trying to do, give me a heart attack?!” my voice cracked, still trying to recuperate.
He couldn’t keep the grin off his face to save his life. “I guess you could say that I am returning the favor. Tell me something because I cannot quite understand this…why in the hell would someone carry a phone if they refused to answer it?! I have called at least a hundred times, left messages, and sent texts. Ladies and gentlemen, the stalker-husband of the year award goes to Ryan William Rayner for his performance in where in the hell has my wife gone?!”
“I had planned on calling you the second we settled into the hotel. You really need to pop a few chill pills. If I remember correctly, you were the one who wanted me out!” The line between my brows making an appearance.
“Whoa! What?! I never once said that I wanted you to leave. Sure, I will admit to over-reacting about the whole you and Michael being engaged…but I would never kick my pregnant wife out!”
I shook my head at him. “Let’s not do this. I’m tired of bickering. We have the rest of our lives to dispute over ridiculous things…now, if you will excuse me, I have guests.”
Without moving a single muscle, he gazed into my eyes and faintly smiled. “I would love to set you free, Mrs. Rayner. But you see I am afraid I must make a request. I understand that you are severely pissed at me but I have wanted to kiss my wife for the past few hours.”
“I suppose that would be alright. You get one kiss; absolutely no tongue.” I sat there with my arms folded across my chest.
Before I could even so much blink, he had pressed his lips against mine. He traced the tip of his tongue on my bottom lip.
Oh my damn! How this man turns me on so quickly!
The kissing had become so intense that I had to stop by pushing him away. My husband’s breathing grew louder as my hand made its way down to his bulging erection.
Standing up, I playfully swatted his ass. “Have a seat and make yourself comfortable, Mister Rayner…it is going to be a long flight.”
I joined my girls around the small table on the opposite side of the spacious plane. Leslie sat beside me and the three of them were now staring at me in amusement. “What?” I asked them.
“Oh, I don’t know…I guess we are just wondering why the hell your husband is here!” Tory spoke for them.
“Ignore him. Act like he isn’t here.” I said with a shrug.
Tory nodded, “Fine…so tell us, what do you think about your ex-fiancé becoming your brother-in-law?”
Rachael elbowed her ribs. “Vicki…shut up!”
I shook my head, tucking my hair behind my ears. “It’s absolutely fine. Michael and I are happy with how our lives turned out. Well…for the most part.” Quickly looking at my husband and turning away. “I personally believe that Michael and Amanda are perfect for each other. If I honestly had any doubt in my mind, I would not have arranged for them to meet in the first place.”
Out of my peripheral vision, I could see Ryan peer over at me from the newspaper he had his nose buried into. His eyes vastly went back to the paper the second mine flowed over to him.
“Are you planning on naming your daughter after Zoie?” Leslie wondered, looking up from her e-reader.
I couldn’t help but smile at her random question to help ease the tension. “I have a few ideas with the baby’s name but haven’t ran them by my husband yet.”
Leslie stared at me in confusion. “Why should you have to confront him with the name for the child that will be pushed out of your vagina? I am so glad I do not have a man to run every single detail by.” She pushed her tablet away. “Tell me, do you have to tell him every time you have to go piss?”
“Only right before we have sex…” I snickered. “He makes sure that I go prior to doing it because I have this habit of stopping mid-sex just to go pee.”
A couple of hours later, the girls had crashed and left me to stumble into the vacant bedroom by myself. Well, it would have been unoccupied if my stubborn ass husband had not showed up.
Ryan watched, trying to hide his amusement as I stripped out of my clothes and into a night-shirt. “I happen to like the name Zoie.”
His hand traced my belly the second I laid in bed and situated myself.
I looked over and into his eyes.
Holy shit! How in the hell can he ignite my libido this damn quickly?!
Playfully biting my lip, I ran my fingers through his thick dark hair. “We have plenty of time to talk about names. You are still in the dog house, Ryan William Rayner. I have not yet decided on your punishment. But when I do…believe me, you will feel it.”
“I am dreading the day you decide to punish me for my wrongdoing. As much as I hate to admit, I deserve all of the whips and beatings you give me.” He confessed, bending down and kissing my bulging tummy.
A grin slowly began to appear on my face, “Actually since you are expecting me to bruise your ass…and believe me, I would love nothing but to beat you until you are black and blue…I am not going to lay a single palm or instrument on you. I’m not even going to touch you. Goodnight, Ryan.”
Having that said, I turned over so my back was now facing him. He reeled my body closer to his and I could feel his growing erection against my ass.
Oh my damn! Be strong Via. Do not let him get to you so easily!
He knows exactly what he is doing to me. For one, I could feel his idiotic grin burning a hole in the back of my head. And two, he can already feel how wet I am since his wondering hands had ventured to the inside of my panties and grazing against my sex.
I turned to face him again and clasped my hands against his cheeks. Firmly smacking his face, I did not remove my eyes from his as I stood out of bed and flirtatiously made my way to his side of the bed.
“Oh baby, you have no idea how badly I want you right now…but you know, I can’t do this anymore.” I confessed, grabbing a hold of his pillows and ripping them out from under him.
His eyes widened as he witnessed me throwing his pillows and a spare blanket into the bathroom. I glared at him as my arms folded. “Since I had no mental preparation for you being here, you will not be sleeping in this room.”
He must have noticed the seriousness in my tone since he didn’t even attempt to protest. Instead, he stood out of bed and strolled closer to me. “I understand why you are doing this and I deserve it. I am sorry for being such a shitty husband.” He admitted as he softly kissed my hair and made his way into the bathroom.
Shit! Damn! Really?! May I not have one night to bask in my glory of having my husband by the balls?! Of course not! It is just not how I was programmed!
As much as I hate to admit it, I cannot torture my husband to this degree. I could make his life a living hell but I just do not have it in my heart to do so right now. I am blaming this entirely on the pregnancy hormones!
I quickly grabbed a hold of him by the belt loops. “Hold it. I am not quite finished with you yet. Sit on the bed and do not move.”
He did as he was told without any questions. A smile appeared on my face as I came back into the room with his pillows, placing them back into their original spot.
“Lay down.” I commanded.
I positioned my body on top of his, using his chest for support to prop myself up. We stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like eternity. I could tell that he wanted to speak, but dared not to. “Do you have any idea how much it hurt to hear you say something like that to me?! Is it not completely clear to you that you are my husband?! When is this jealousy over Michael going to end, Ryan?!”
“Baby, I am so sorry for saying that stupid shit. You know I didn’t mean it. I was just so upset at the thought of another man having you all to himself.” He confessed with tears breaching the rims of his eyes.
Clasping my hands onto his cheeks, I reeled his face into mine and passionately kissed him. “You are such an idiot, Ryan…I already have the one man I want to spend the rest of my life with. I just wish he could see that there is nobody else who remotely compares to him.” I said to him the second I pulled away. “I love you so much. I am sorry for not telling you about Michael sooner. But to be honest, that bit of information is no longer important to me. You are my future and that is all I care about.”
Rolling me over to my side of the bed, he turned over on his side to face me. He inhaled the scent of my neck as he tightly held onto me. “I am sorry for being such a dumbass. From now on, no more overreacting like that. I promise.”
“Good…now, about this whole you believing that you are a shitty husband. As far as I am concerned, I am the one that judges that contest. You are by far the best husband I have ever had.” I said to him, biting my lip.
“Mrs. Rayner, what did I tell you about biting that damned lip?! You know what it does to me!” He warned as he pressed his erection against me.
Oh my damn! How this man has the ability of instantly turning me on!
“May I have you tonight, baby?” He whispered softly into my ear as his fingers traced down my back and to my ass.
I tugged on the front of his jeans until the button came loose. He stripped them the rest of the way off, boxers included. Hovering on top of me, his lips never left mine when he ripped my panties off my hips. It took him a grand total of two seconds to pull my shirt off and press his lips onto me again.
A noticeable moan escaped from my lips the second he slammed himself into me. My back automatically arched as he thrusted, reaching deeper and deeper.
“I know what you and Ryan did while we were flying over the Atlantic Ocean…a little make up sex does the body good.” Leslie said to me hours later as we prepared to land.
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at her. “That was definitely not make up sex. My husband still has a lot of ass-licking to do before he is forgiven.”
She snorted a bit, trying her damnedest not to burst out in laughter. “Ass-licking, really? Only you would think of a way to tweak ass-kissing.”
A sly smile escaped from my lips as I watched Ryan grab a few bags and step off the plane.
“Uh-oh. I know that look. What are you up to now?” She asked, knocking me out of my devilish thoughts and back into reality.
Before I could say a single word, the cute man standing on the ground at the bottom of the stairs had taken Leslie’s hands and kissed them. “Bienvenue à Paris Mrs. Rayner.” Leslie blinked at the man, not certain how to reply.
Quickly taking a hold of Ryan’s hand, I pulled him beside Leslie. “N’est-ce pas Mme Rayner belle? Ce couple jeune et dynamique ces deux!” I said with such fake excitement, strolling to the car with Rachael and Tory on either side of me.
I casually looked back to see my husband talking to the greeter. He wrapped his arms around Leslie’s shoulders and kissed her hair.
Holy shit…did he seriously just place his dirty man-paws on her stomach?!
As soon as my quick-witted husband situated himself into the backseat, I took the opportunity to place myself onto his lap. My hands found their way to his manhood and lightly squeezed without my girls seeing.
His eyes were now the size of almonds as he slightly groaned in pleasure and pain.
I bent, pressing my lips to his ear. “Be grateful there are others amongst us right now, Mister Rayner.” I whispered while quickly pressing my palm into his ball sack region. I did not release until the back door opened once Matthew pulled in front of the hotel.
The footsteps of my sisters followed me into the over-the-top building. I felt an arm interlock with mine. “Just name it and we will do whatever you say.” Leslie’s voice spoke.
“Would you like us to beat his ass to a bloody pulp?” Tory wondered, taking a hold of my free hand.
“Oh please…it wouldn’t take that much to put him in his place. Via does it every single day. I hate to be the bearer of bad news here, but Ryan is a bit wimpy when it comes to women. Especially with a certain one he happens to be married to.” Rachael chimed in.
I couldn’t help but smile at their words. “I appreciate what you are doing, but Ryan Rayner is the least of my worries at the moment. I told him not to tag along on this trip for a reason. This is our vacation and I’m not going to let my dumbass husband ruin it.” I assured them.
We stood at the front desk and I politely smiled at the clerk. “Bon après-midi. J’ai une reservation pour Olivia Rayner. Je dois aussi ajouter une piece de plus si possible.” I said while handing over my credit card.
She nodded a little, taking the card and running it through the machine. “Certes, madame.” Her tone becoming sweeter.
Leslie’s laugh nearly caused me to jump out of my skin as the elevator started to go up. “Oh…I just love it when you are in a man-hating mood!”
“I don’t hate my husband. He just…ugh…knows how to get under my skin.” I responded while handing them each a room key. “I have to talk to a man about sleeping arrangements.” I added, stepping off the elevator and watched as my sisters strolled down the hall.
With my back pressed against the wall next to the elevator, my right foot tapped against the carpeted floor while waiting for Mister Rayner. I had to hold back tears the second his form came into view. “The sleeping arrangement has changed.” I finally managed to pipe up.
Coming to a halt, he spun around to meet my gaze. “So I have been told. Let me guess, I will be forced to sleep alone the entire time we are here.” He spoke, his eyes not leaving mine.
“Don’t dare give me that look! You knew damn well this trip was for girls only…but you being the overbearing ass you are had to ruin it!” My voice cracked. I shook my head as if to calm myself down. “I’m not getting into this right now.” My tone a little lighter as I trotted up to him, holding out his room key.
He opened his mouth to speak but quickly closed it again once he realized that he had absolutely no chance of winning any battle with me at the moment.
It’s about damn time you learn when to keep your lips shut!
“I cannot believe we are finally here! Come on, Olive…celebrate with us.” Tory begged as she plopped herself beside me on the sofa.
“Zip it, Tory! Can’t you see that she is upset with Ryan? Leave her alone.” Rachael chimed in. “You know…I’m pretty sure the three of us can hold the fort down on this end if you would rather be with him.” She added, looking directly at me.
I slowly shook my head. “I am way too pissed off to be anywhere near him right now. Besides, I want to spend our first night in Paris with my sisters. All I need is a little time away from him to cool off.” I confessed, my heart beginning to ache at the sound of my own words.
“I couldn’t agree more. You and Ryan have been attached at the hip since you laid eyes on each other. It’s not going to kill either one of you to spend a night or two apart. Think of it this way…it gives him plenty of time to think about what he did wrong and what he has to do to make up for it.” Leslie spoke in a near shrug, taking a swig from her Jack n’ Coke.
My eyes zeroed in on her. “You don’t like my husband none too much, do you?”
She downed her drink and looked at me. “I don’t like the fact that he has changed you, no…but it is your life and you have to make your own decisions.” She stated ever so bluntly.
“Hey! I know. Let’s have a night out on the town. We can get all decked out and go to a club. What do you guys say?” Rachael quickly asked, obviously trying to avoid the conversation about to take place.
“You guys go ahead. I need to hash things out with my husband. If I don’t do this now, I’m just going to toss and turn all night. All of you are aware of my worrysome.” I replied as I stood. “I will be all yours tomorrow, I promise.” I added seconds before leaving the room.
My feet automatically stopped when I reached his door. It swung open as I was about to knock. The look on my face fell. “Matthew. Is my darling husband in there by chance?”
Matthew shook his head. “I’m afraid not, Mrs. Rayner.
Shall I call for him?”
I quickly shook my head. “No. It’s fine. I don’t mind waiting.” I assured, making my way into the room. “Surely he isn’t out doing anything stupid. Maybe he got so upset that he is on his way home…” I spoke aloud as my thoughts swirled with possibilities.
“Or maybe his wife is just worrying too much.” Ryan’s voice surfaced, causing me to jump a little.
I couldn’t stop my eyes from blinking for the life of me while I stared him over. His attire went from jeans and a t-shirt to black leather pants and jacket. He had also been sporting a glossy black motorcycle helmet.
“Oh Ryan. No. Please tell me you did not buy what I think you did.” I said, my stomach becoming queasy.
“If you are thinking I bought a scooter, you have nothing to worry about.” He replied with his eyes still beaming like a dog ready to play fetch. “I wanted to tell you about this sooner but you were pissed at me. It’s a 2013 Yamaha YZF R1. I had to go on the first ride without you. Would you like to come see it?” he asked, his tail practically wagging.
I sighed a bit in defeat. “Alright. Let’s go see this new toy of yours…”
My over-enthusiastic husband took a hold of my hand. He whisked me out of the room and to the elevator.
“Whoa. Where is the fire?” I questioned as he pulled me into the elevator once the doors had opened.
His boyish grin pulled a few strings on both my heart and libido. I attempted to keep my heart-rate down while his dazzling blue eyes stared into mine. “I know you are going to fall in love with this bike.” He said in almost a pleading tone.
The elevator doors opened up once again. I might as well have been strapped to a leash while Ryan pulled me to the front door and outside.
He spun around to obstruct my view. “Close your eyes please.” He instructed.
“Of course you are going to be dorky about this.” I said, closing my eyes to humor him.
I felt his form gently press against my back while the soft touch of his fingers came into contact with my eyelids.
He guided me about another ten feet. “Alright. Are you ready?” he asked and I could tell his adolescent grin hadn’t left his lips.
My eyes automatically opened the second he removed his hands. I had to keep my jaw from hitting the concrete. “Oh wow. It’s a beautiful bike. That helps your case a little.” I said to my husband as I scanned the motorcycle with its perfectly blended paint job of blue and purple.
His smile grew wider. “It can reach up to one hundred and eighty six miles per hour and produce close to one hundred and thirty horsepower at ten thousand rates per minute. You have to admit, this is pretty badass. Care to take a ride with me?”
I look over to see Matthew holding a jacket and a helmet that perfectly matched my husband’s. Taking the jacket, I quickly put it on while Ryan secured my helmet.
My arms instinctively wrapped around his frame as he brought the engine to life. He traced his fingers over my belly seconds before placing his hand back on the handlebar.
“Hold on tight baby.” He told me just before taking off.
I shoved my hands in his jacket pockets, my fists forming around the material. A smile formed before Ryan could pull out of the parking lot.
My eyes wandered around, soaking in the view of the most romantic city of the world. The sun would be setting in a couple of hours and I couldn’t help but wonder what Mister Ass-Licker’s intentions were.
Shaking my head as if to block out my curiosity, I released my grip and pulled my hands out of his pockets. My fingers trailed his legs, stopping at his inner thigh and inches away from his groin.
I found myself biting my lip as I felt his breathing grow harder against my chest.
“Olivia Marie Rayner, are you intentionally trying to wreck us?” his voice sounded in my ears, startling me a bit.
“Holy shit! Thanks for telling me about the built in communicators.” I told him, clutching his thighs and giggling as he accelerated.
“I didn’t want you asking me where we were going every five seconds like a child.” He stated, pulling into a lot and killing the engine.
Unbuckling and removing the helmet, I smoothed out my jeans once I had been standing again. “You’re the one who knows this city. I trust your judgment.” I confessed, waiting for his sarcastic ass to respond.
He stared at me in amazement after peeling off his helmet. “I couldn’t quite hear you. Did you just give me a compliment?” He wondered, completely baffled.
“Don’t get used to it. You know my mood swings are insanely crazy right now…which happens to be your fault.” I told him with my arms folded and my foot beginning to tap.
Standing, he held up his hand as if to shush me. “Before you start blaming me for global warming or whatever else, may I please finish what I was doing?”
“Alright. Fine.” I said after releasing a breath.
He grinned as he took a hold of my hand. “Mrs. Rayner, welcome to the Parc des Buttes Chaumont. I know how much you love cliffs and waterfalls. Just please do not get me into deep shit with the authorities this time.” He practically begged as we began to walk.
I couldn’t hide my smile even if I tried. “I’m not sure if I can promise that one. It is simply way too easy and rather fun if I may add.” I informed him, my eyes lighting up at the thought of publicly embarrassing him.
“I have seen that look too many times. I am begging you, please don’t.” He pleaded, reeling my body into is while we walked.
“Don’t get your panties in a wad. I’m not going to ruin our first date here in Paris. You just have to promise to let me have some girl-time with my sisters. They miss me too, you know.” I replied, working on a bargain with him.
He acted as if he had been thinking and finally nodded. “I know they do and I’m sorry for fucking up your trip.” His voice apologetic and a little sad.
I stopped and angled my body to face him. “Hey. You did not ruin my trip. Believe it or not, I love that you are here…now I don’t have to constantly worry how you are doing. I feel completely safe when you are around.” I assured, intertwining my fingers with his.
“Why Mrs. Rayner, are you trying to make me feel better?” He asked, a tiny smile forming on his lips.
I playfully rolled my eyes. “No…but if I was, is it working?” I wondered as I pulled him closer to me, wrapping my arms around his muscular frame. “I’m so sorry for being a bitch lately. I love you baby and thank you for being here with me.” I spoke so only he could hear, kissing his chest.
“Oh Via, you are making it so difficult to not take you right now.” He managed to say as I felt his heart pound against his rib cage.
A grin appeared while my dominance rose to the surface. “Oh Ryan, it amuses me when you believe that you have the option of not taking me.” I replied, staring up at him with my eyes blazing with hunger.
He hoisted me over his shoulder and carried me far into the trees. His hands pushed my jacket off onto the ground after placing me on my feet.
“Wow. I must admit that I’m impressed, Mister Rayner.” I said, seductively biting my lip when he pressed my back against an oak tree.
I felt the moistening of my sex when Ryan’s fingers slowly traced the outline of my jeans. He undid the denim in one swift motion and slid his right hand down my panties.
His groan sent shivers down my spine. “Oh Via, baby…I love how you are always so wet.” he whispered into my ear, kissing my neck while beginning to play with my sex.
“I don’t think so, Mister Rayner…I am afraid I do not surrender my dominant so easily.” I warned, removing his hand from my lady parts and quickly spinning so now he was the one against the tree. “This is my vacation, remember? Or shall I refresh your memory?” I asked out of curiosity, my smirk making its return.
He smiled a little and shook his head. “No ma’am. I remember very well that this is your vacation. You may do as you wish.” He answered in a submissive tone that I have loved since day one.
I buttoned and zipped my jeans back up. “Good boy. Now take me back to the hotel so I can fuck the living bat-shit out of you.” I instructed, grabbing my jacket and strolling back to the bike.
Ryan had barely shut the door to our hotel suite when I pounced on him like a jungle cat on a zebra. His hair felt soft against my fingertips. I wanted, and needed, him more than ever.
Picking up on my vibe, he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. He placed me on the bed, undressing my body before his own.
I pulled him down onto the bed after he had tossed his shirt. I stood and made my way over to the closet.
My husband watched in silence while I set the duct tape, spanking paddle, massage wand, handcuffs, and butt plug on the bed.
“Since you said that I may do as I wish, I am going to have so much fun with you tonight.” I told him as I bound his ankles to the foot of the bed with the restraints.
Grabbing the two sets of handcuffs, I straddled myself onto his body, my gender touching his pubic hair. My breasts hovered over his face while I chained him to the bed.
“I am going to fuck you and you are going to please me afterwards…am I making myself clear?” I questioned, leaning back to meet his gaze. “Speak.” I commanded.
“Yes ma’am.” He spoke ever-so faintly.
I couldn’t help but grin at his satisfying words. “Good boy.” I said, forcibly pressing my lips against his.
I trailed my lips down his neck, chest, and to his abdomen.
My eyes looked up at him when I reached his manhood. “Tell me how bad you want it.” I said, not moving my eyes from his.
He faintly groaned, tugging onto the chains. “I want you so bad that I can taste it.” He replied and I could feel his form pressing into my chest.
I crawled, touching the tip of my nose to his. “Ryan Rayner, I’m in love with you.” forcing his erection into me.
From the expression on his face, he ached to touch me but couldn’t since he had still be restrained by the cuffs. My hips glided into his in a slow and calming motion.
“I want to savor every inch of you, Ryan.” I informed him. “You are not allowed to come until you are instructed to do so.” grinding my hips into him faster and harder.
His hands gripped onto the handcuffs even tighter as I moved him in and out of me. I took a hold of his wrists as my body shattered around him.
Slumping onto his chest, I wrapped my arms around him.
“Tell me something. How is it remotely possible that one man can have the ability to make me so angry, but yet so very happy all at the same time?” I asked, looking up at him as my dominant descended.
“I would love to answer that question…but first, would you mind removing the cuffs?” He practically begged, tugging on them.
Raising up, I dug the key out from under the pillow and set his wrists free.
His arms fell down at his sides. “Ahh…much better. Thank you.” Relaxing into the pillows. “Now, about this me pissing you off and making you happy thing…what can I do to change the getting angry with me part?”
I shrugged. “I have absolutely no fucking idea. I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy causing my hormones to be out of whack or if you truly piss me off. You know how much I love you but my roller-coaster emotions are getting in the way of everything.” I confessed. “Don’t think that I haven’t noticed the change in our sex life because I have. This sucks Ryan and I have no clue how to fix it. Tell me how to fix it.” My heart beginning to pound against my chest.
Pulling me into his arms, my husband held me against his chest. “Shh baby…it’s alright…every couple goes through this. I’m not worried about the sex. I worry about you. We have plenty of time to make up for the lack of sex.” He assured as he slightly cradled me.
“But I want the sex. Oh god…you have no idea how bad I want the sex.” I admitted, looking up into his eyes.
“So, you want the sex and the playtime we have. What am I missing here then?” He wondered, the expression on his face completely puzzled.
I shook my head as tears formed into my eyes. “Look at me, Ryan. I am fat, my legs cramp, I’m starting to waddle, constantly uncomfortable…and…if you haven’t noticed, my passing gas is an equivalent to throwing a grenade!” I informed him.
“Oh believe me, I’ve noticed.” He said, trying not to burst out in laughter. “Baby, you have to realize that your body is changing because of our baby. The leg cramping, waddling, and being uncomfortable are not going to last forever. You need to get the idea of you being fat out of your head. Our daughter is growing every day and you are definitely not fat…just pregnant.” He added while holding me a little tighter.
“As much as I love our little girl, I’m ready to be done with this pregnancy.” I replied, breaking away from his grip to stand up. “Alright. I’m ready. Let’s do this.” I said as I wiped the tears from my face.
He used his hands to sit up, bending down and untying himself from the foot of the bed. “Since you had your little breakdown, I am afraid it is my turn.” He said, picking up the toys I had laid out on the bed.
“Yes sir.” The only words that escaped from my lips as I stood there frozen solid, looking down at the floor.
“Olivia Marie Rayner, whatever shall I do to you?” He questioned while he stood. “You know…I have always admired that fine ass of yours.” holding up the butt plug.
I felt his breath on my scalp, but I dare not to move.
“Bend down like you are touching your toes.” Ryan instructed me in his dominant tone.
I immediately did as he commanded, bending down so my ass had been positioned to his liking…up in the air for easy access.
My teeth came into contact with my lip to keep from groaning as his bare hand slapped my left ass cheek. I felt my toes wiggle as the pressure rose from my backside.
Ryan gripped my cheeks after pushing in the plug. “Stand up straight…slowly…and lay on the bed.” his tone a little sweeter.
His body hovered over mine on the bed. “I am going to place this blindfold over your eyes. It has been awhile since you have allowed me to do this. I want this to be one you will never forget.” Obstructing my sight with the soft material.
His lips pressed against my chest and trailed all the way to my navel. I felt my heart rate excel as his tongue slowly skimmed my sex.
Feeling grateful that he had not bound my wrists, my fists balled into the sheets. My back automatically arched when I felt the cold toy made of glass enter me.
My eager sex practically screamed at me to allow it to release, but I held on about as tight as I had the sheets.
“Holy shit! Ryan…fuck…me…now!” The words fleeing from my lips before I could catch them.
To my utter surprise, my husband replaced the toy with himself. His lips pressed into mine while he drilled into me hard and fast.
I managed to place a hand on his chest even though my vision had still been temporarily disabled. “Ryan baby…I…love…you…so…damn…much!” I said between pumps.
“I love you more.” He replied, holding my leg up a bit to reach further. “Please give me permission…now…I beg of you!” he exclaimed.
It took me a few seconds to realize what in the hell he was talking about. “Oh yes. Permission granted pet.” I told him, trying my damnedest not to giggle.
Ryan pushed into me a few more times and shattered. Laying down beside me, he nuzzled his nose in my neck after removing the blind-fold. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?” He asked, breathing in my scent.
“Oh…I think it’s safe to say that I do. Since I can feel it running down my ass crack right now.” I informed as I wiggled against the sheet.
His lips pressed against my collar bone a couple of times. “Is it just me or were you trying not to giggle at me?” he wondered with a little smile playing on his lips.
I looked at him, acting as if I had been shocked. “Why Mister Rayner, I am appalled that you would think I would ever do such a thing.” I said with a smirk.
“Oh yeah…I must be mistaken.” He replied, rolling his eyes as he propped his head against his palm. “So…what is on the agenda for you and the girls tomorrow?” Trying to make conversation.
I looked over in his direction. “I would love to answer your question but it seems I need to be unplugged…literally.” My eyes blinking innocently at him.
The expression on his face changed to amused in a manner of seconds. “What’s wrong, baby…can’t take the pressure?” he asked with a devilish grin as he gently pulled the plug out of my ass.
“Shut up or that butt plug will become your pacifier!” I warned him, climbing out of bed. “You know, I don’t remember getting out of bed being this difficult.” I said the moment my feet touched the floor.
Before he could offer to help, I had already made my way to the bathroom. I’m not one to complain…but…I will be so damn glad when I’m not pregnant anymore!
My body aches constantly and I always feel like I don’t get enough sleep. I turn into a cranky bitch when I’m tired.
“Ryan, did you remember to bring my medicine?!” I asked, nearly shouting so he could hear me as I stood up from the toilet.
My heart stopped when I noticed the blood.
“RYAN!” I yelled regardless of my throat being dry.
Even though my back had been facing the door, I heard his feet come to an abrupt halt.
“Holy shit! You’re bleeding!” His voice said as he scooped me up. “We have to get you to a hospital…now!” making his way to the door.
I tried not to shake my head at his over-reaction. “Baby, I am all for going to the hospital…but we are naked for fuck’s sake!” Attempting to drill some sense into his head.
“Clothes are not fucking important right now, Olivia!” He stated, the tone of his voice a bit mean and cold.
I decided to let his attitude slide since he was in panic mode anyways. I’m always up for a good argument but not when he calls me Olivia right off the bat…that is how I know when he means business and my input means absolutely nothing!
Ryan carefully set me down in the backseat of the car which already had a blanket to absorb the blood.
Matthew hauled balls out of the parking lot the second Ryan shut his door.
“Honey, I need for you to tell me if you are in any pain.” My husband said, his voice as normal as it could be.
Honey? Since when in the hell does he call me honey?!
“Yes…come closer.” I replied, bringing my free hand to my forehead.
He did as I said, bringing his face a few inches away from mine. His eyes on high alert, gazing at me.
“My ass still hurts from that damned butt plug.” I whispered, a smile forming on my lips.
His eyes scowled. “Olivia Marie Rayner, now is not the time to be a smart-ass. Something could be seriously wrong with our baby and you are cracking jokes.” Hissing at me.
“For one…I am not joking…and two…it is common for women to bleed during pregnancy. I’m not even bleeding now and it wasn’t that much blood in the first place.” I informed him, sitting back in the seat.
“We are getting you examined whether you want to or not.” The sound of his voice demanding as ever, which he will pay for later.
I rolled my eyes. “Yes sir.”
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Not a single word or gesture could keep the tears from streaming down my cheeks at this point.
“I have to make a few calls. We are heading home tonight.” Ryan said after several minutes of complete silence, dashing out of the room.
I sat there, fiddling with the bracelet one of the nurses placed around my wrist.
“May we come in?” Leslie’s voice interrupted.
My lip trembled as she, Rachael, and Tory walked into the room. “I screwed everything up once again.” I spoke between sobs.
“Losing the baby is not your fault.” Rachael assured, sitting on the edge of my bed with Leslie and Tory.
I shook my head. “Of course it’s my fault. I couldn’t keep my baby alive. What kind of mother am I?” I questioned, looking down at my fingers. “Ryan is absolutely devastated. He hates me, I know he does…hell…even I hate me right now.” My crying barely stopping long enough for me to talk.
“Ryan doesn’t hate you. He is upset and doesn’t know how to deal with this.” Leslie said.
Tory gently patted my knee. “You and Ryan will start a family one day. When it is right…this is just blessing in disguise telling you that having a baby isn’t in your cards quite yet.” She replied in the politest manner I have ever heard her speak.
I nodded and leaned my head against the pillow. “Ryan and I will be heading home tonight. You ladies are more than welcome to stay and finish out the trip.” I told them.
“Are you kidding me? This was a vacation we planned together. Besides, we can always come back later on down the line.” Leslie spoke for everyone.
Even though I knew she was making sense, I still couldn’t get the mere fact of losing my baby.
The conversation with the gynecologist played over and over in my head like it had been put on repeat. I literally couldn’t feel my heart beating as the doctor tried to explain why these things happened and gave us her deepest sympathy.
How in the hell could I have been so stupid and careless?! Our baby girl is gone…lost as if I had lost a damn key! This is my entire fault!
Tears began to weld in my eyes and blur my vision again. I heard the door open.
“Excuse me ladies, may I have a few minutes alone with my wife?” I heard Ryan’s voice speak in a low and serious tone.
Without hesitation, the girls patted my legs and left the room.
“I’m not really in the talking mood right now, Ryan.” The words escaped my lips before I could catch them.
I turned on my side and huddled into almost a complete ball.
Why waste time by having a conversation when you know damn well what is about to happen?
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