Through the Eyes of a Male Submissive (30 page)

I pressed my lips to the outer part of her ear and whispered, “Olivia Rayner, you are an amazing wife. I cannot wait to see how much of an extraordinary mother you will be, but as of this moment, you are going to relax and forget all of your troubles—the events from earlier today, the baby, worrying about where we are going—all of that anxiety is going to come to a screeching halt now.”

Stripping off the rest of my clothes, I led her over to the bathtub that was already full of bubbles and sprinkled with rose petals.

Instead of removing the blindfold, I continued to block her vision by picking her up and making sure to be careful when I set her down into the warm water.

“Mm, this feels amazing, baby…”

I climbed in and sat across from her, grabbing a hold of her feet and beginning to massage them.

“No baby, you are amazing. Thank you for marrying me today.”

“I should be the one thanking you. You could have changed your mind about saying ‘I do’ this evening.” I watched as a look of uneasiness took over her face.

“Why Mrs. Rayner, I believe I told you there will be no stressing out for the next few days. It isn’t healthy for you or our baby.” I kissed her lips. “Please do not force me to punish you on our honeymoon.”

Pulling off the blindfold, she tossed it behind her and cupped my face between her delicate palms. “I love you with all of my heart, Ryan Rayner, but I am afraid you are the worrywart here.” She was grinning. “Now, are you going to tell me where it is we are going or should I go have a little chat with the captain before we are cleared for takeoff—birthday suit, dripping wet and all.” Sitting back, she folded her arms.

I could see she was waiting for me to cave.
Damn!
She knows me so well.
“You do not play fair, Mrs. Rayner. You know how I feel about you seducing my staff.” I sighed.

Without saying a word, she moved as if to stand up. I took a hold of her hands that were on either side of the tub. “Since you must know, I am taking you to what they call the Garden Isle—the fourth largest island of Hawaii, Kauai. It’s private but not too secluded from civilization.” Playfully grinning, I went on to inform her, “Do not think for a minute that I am going to allow you to be lazy. I have the whole week planned out for us.”

Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pressed her lips against mine. “Thank you. Now, was it really that difficult to tell me that?”

“No, I just love keeping you in the dark because it annoys you.” I kissed her on the lips just to make her swoon.

Pushing me away, she scowled while turning her body around. “You may rub my shoulders and back now, Mister Rayner.”

Grabbing the nearby loofah and covering it with her favorite shower gel, I lathered her back and worked my way up to her shoulders.

“Do you have any idea how much I want you, Mrs. Rayner?”

“Do you want our first time having sex as husband and wife to be in the bathtub on your jet?” Moving her body, she turned to face me again.

“
Our
jet, and you are absolutely right.”

Prior to stepping out, I brought her hands up to my lips and kissed them. “You enjoy the rest of your bath and take all the time you want. I will be waiting for you in the room.”

* * * *

My manhood hardened when, approximately an hour later, my glowing wife opened the bathroom door to reveal her appetizing figure wrapped in a towel. Seeing her hair dripping water down her shoulders and on to her breasts was one of the biggest turn-ons.

“Why are you staring at me? Do I have something on my face?” A line between her eyebrows was forming out of worry.

Strolling up to her, I wrapped my arms around her clean body and kissed her lips, then pulled away. “Yes, you do—my lips.” I trailed kisses along her jaw.

Before she could speak a single word, and without removing my lips from hers, I led her over to the bed.

“Oh Via, we still have yet a long flight ahead of us and I have wanted you since the second I laid eyes on you wearing that dress. Whatever shall I do to you?”

She pushed me away from her with a grin on her face. “You will do nothing to me until we agree on it.”

My eyes bulged out of my head as she stood out of bed, threw on some clothes, and trotted out of the room.
Holy fucking shit!
My wife just shot me down and left the room, causing me to crave her even more. Sitting in the chair closest to her, I could see her devilish smirk as she stared out the window.
Alright Mrs. Rayner, what in the hell are you up to?

She looked back and into my eyes. “Before you even ask, I am not up to anything. I want our first time officially as husband and wife to be more special than airplane sex.”

“I couldn’t agree with you more, Mrs. Rayner. I am willing to wait for you, but not too long.” I took hold of her hand.

Before I could pull her on to my lap, I dropped her hand and dashed to the bathroom, hardly making it to the toilet to barf.
Holy shit! What in the hell is happening to me?

I heard Via’s heels making their way closer and stopping at the doorway. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t look at her due to the fact that I was still heaving with my head buried in the porcelain. Her heels clanked their way over to the sink, and she turned on the water.

She knelt beside me and I felt a cold cloth on the back of my neck. “Thank you for taking over the morning sickness, baby.”

“Don’t mention it.” Raising my head, I stared up at her.

She cooled me down even more by placing the chilled fabric on my forehead and cheeks. “I read that men can feel pregnancy symptoms. Call it the hormones, but I think it is fucking sexy.”

A line in my eyebrows formed. “The rose petal bath I had drawn for you didn’t have any effect whatsoever, but me hurling my guts out sparked your libido?”

“Just brush your teeth and meet me in the room.” Rolling her eyes, she trotted out of the room, making sure to lift her skirt to reveal her bare ass.

Holy fuck!
Is that a tattoo I see on her cheek?

I rushed through brushing my teeth, because for one, I was dying to know what this tattoo of hers was, and secondly, my dick was aching for my wife!

* * * *

“It is about time you get your ass in here!” she yelled out the moment I walked into the room. “What in the hell did you do, brush each tooth individually?”

I dove on to the bed, clambering on top of her naked body. “It wasn’t even three minutes. Someone has had a change of heart.”

“Why Mister Rayner, I believe you are wasting so much time with this chit-chat, you have left me no choice but to silence you.” Running her fingers through my hair, she tightened her grip and pulled my face away from hers.

In one swift motion, my lips were pressing against her sex. I groaned out of pleasure as my hands made their way to her legs, spreading them wider. My tongue worked its magic on her as she began to quiver. Removing my hands from her leg, they crept upwards and squeezed her breasts. I swirled my fingertips around her nipples as I licked and sucked her sex.

“Ryan, pretty please
,
now!” she begged, flexing her hips to let me know she was burning for me.

Since it was our wedding night, I decided to play nice and permitted her to have her way.

Backing up off the bed, my feet landed on the floor. I took a hold of one of her ankles and flipped her onto her stomach. Making sure she didn’t land too hard, I pulled her close enough so her ass was bent over the bed. Spreading her legs further apart with my foot, I rammed my manhood into her, holding on to her hips as I thrust. I had no idea how she managed to become so wet by the time my sex entered her. She never ceased to amaze me with her readiness. My wife knocked me out of my own thoughts when she pushed her ass into my stomach as I thrust.

I brought my hand up as if to smack her, but stopped the second I peered down at her ink. It looked tribal, small, but big enough to read the lettering surrounding the top and bottom of the image.
Ryan’s forever.

“When in the hell did you get a tattoo?”

This woman was so damn lucky we had a whole week to ourselves for sex, seeing as how I had become too distracted by her ink that bore my name.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Propping her knees on the bed, she hoisted her ass to look at me upside-down.

“Isn’t it beautiful? I broke the first rule of getting inked by having your name forever on my skin. In all honesty, I would rather have you forever on my skin than under it. I am yours until the day you decide this was all a mistake.”

My eyes narrowed at her. “I see what you are doing Mrs. Rayner, and it
is not
going to work. Don’t you dare try turning the tables on me! What would possess you to get a tattoo?” I demanded, smacking her ass.

“The night before the wedding!” she yelled at me. “Leslie and I ventured off and we wound up at a tattoo parlor. She begged me to get one with her, so I did. The next morning, I woke up sick like I was the past few mornings before. I took one of the home pregnancy tests one of the girls got me as a gag gift for an early birthday present. I called the gynecologist after seeing the word ‘Pregnant’ on the pee-stick. By the time the doctor arrived, I was panicking. I didn’t drink at all the night before, but I was worried about the tattoo. She assured me that the baby would not be affected by my getting inked the night before.”

I whacked her on the ass once more. “Olivia Marie Rayner, how dare you put our baby’s life at risk with your wild sprees!”

She tapped my groin with her foot. “I would never have gotten a tattoo in the first place if I had known I was pregnant and you know it!”

I couldn’t speak a word. For one, she had knocked the wind out of me. Second, I already knew what I said now would have no effect on her since I had already pissed her off.
Shit! What a way to kick off the honeymoon, Rayner!

Walking to the small closet, Via pulled on the pajamas she wore for two reasons and two reasons only: when she was pissed at me or on her menstrual cycle.

She ignored me as she lay in bed, curling up under the covers.

“Olivia,
sweetheart
, please talk to me.” Strolling around to my side of the bed and sitting, I positioned my body to face her.

She pulled her hand away from me as I reached out to her. Without saying a word, she turned over.
Holy fuck!
She is pissed at me!
Hanging my head down in defeat, I stood up and made my way to the closet, and slipped on a pair of lounge pants.

My wife didn’t even budge as I made my way to the door, shutting it behind me.

I sat near a window, staring out into blackness.
Damn!
I hate it when I say or do anything that upsets her. My dumb ass is going to have to monitor what I say around her now with the pregnancy hormones lurking. If I could reverse the roles so I would be the one with the raging hormones and everything else that comes with pregnancy, I would for my wife in a heartbeat. I hate seeing her like this—overly-sensitive and unhappy. It isn’t her at all.

Going stir crazy, I stood and made my way back into the bedroom. Shutting the door, I crawled into bed with her. Knowing she wouldn’t be sleeping, I pulled her body closer to my chest.

To my surprise, she angled her frame to face me. “Baby, I’m sorry for getting so angry. It just upset me when you thought I could ever put our baby in harm’s way.” She was staring into my eyes. “I may be sarcastic and witty at times, but I never would have gotten that tattoo if I had known about being pregnant sooner.”

“I know, baby. I’m sorry for over-reacting the way I did.” I planted a kiss on her nose.

“I knew that we would have children someday, but as much as I love the thought of you carrying our baby, it literally scares the shit of me.”

She gazed at me with confusion written on her face. “Why does it worry you so much?”

Sighing, I brought her hands up to my lips and kissed her fingers. Hugging her tighter, I answered, “How in the hell am I supposed to continue on with my life if something happens to you and our baby? I shouldn’t be assuming the worst-case scenario, but it is what I do. Tell me, how could I ever live with myself if I no longer had you?”

“Aw, Ryan, look at me.” She cupped my face into her palms. “I am not going anywhere. You have nothing to worry about. Have you even seen my hips? Our son or daughter is going to fly out.”

My Via had returned to her normal self. I couldn’t help but smile, kissing her lips. “You always know how to put a smile on my face, Mrs. Rayner.”

Taking a deep breath and releasing it, she smiled as she trailed her fingers through my hair. “Alright, I am promising to set the pregnancy hormones aside during the remainder of our honeymoon. This whole week is about you and me celebrating our marriage.”

I pulled her closer to me, burying my nose in her neck and breathing in her delicious scent. The tiny hairs in my nostrils prickled as I inhaled her soft hair that smelled of peppermint.