Chapter Eleven

“Very well-played, Miss Johnson—having me believe that I had fucked Jennifer.”

Shit! Damn! Fuck! Did Jennifer and I fuck last night?

Holding the door open for her, I continued, “I must admit that was a nice move, only because it worked.”

Grinning as if she had won an award, she strutted out of the room and into the hallway. Her ego was already the size of Australia. “Just remember, I have tons more up my sleeve, Mister Rayner.”

“I will remember. That is, if you can fit it in your stubborn head you are not the only one giving the spankings anymore.” Smirking at her, I pushed the elevator button.

Her eyes widened a tad as we stepped into the elevator. “You would love to spank me now, wouldn’t you?”

“Olivia, my palms ache to redden that ass of yours every fucking night.”

A flirtatious grin appeared on her face. “If you are good, I may let you.”

My manhood stiffened at the thought of smacking her ass until it became a delectable shade of pink. It had been more than five years since I took on the role of a dominant. The strangest part was my Via, with that smart-ass mouth of hers, resurfaced my old self little by little each day.

“How much do you love me?” her voice wondered, bringing me out of the random elevator thoughts.

A line between my eyebrows formed as I stared at her. “Is this a trick question? You should know how much I love you by now.”

“Good, since you have this fixation of wanting to buy me everything on the planet, I could so go for some ice cream.”

I opened the car door for her, shutting it after she settled herself into the seat, then made my way over to the driver’s side. “If ice cream is what you want, then ice cream is what you shall receive. Whatever my queen wants.” Grinning, I sped off towards town.

She held up her hand as if to silence me. “For the love of pop-tarts, please do not call me a queen or princess.”

I playfully bit my lip. “Anything you say, your majesty.”

Her lips and nose scrunched upwards seconds before she sucker punched me in the arm. “You are already in deep shit. Do you honestly want to pile more on to it?”

Parking the car, I strolled around and opened her door. “Of course not, Miss Johnson.”

We walked hand-in-hand into the Lick Pure Creamery, the absolute best ice cream place in town.

My future wife read the print on the glass door, pursing her lips. “A dream in your mouth. I love it!” She was nearly bouncing up and down as I held the door open. I rolled my eyes, sensing this little tirade of hers was not over just yet.

She paused for a minute to stare at me. “I always believed that I was the dream in your mouth.”

Walking closer to the counter, the both of us stared up at the board to decide what we want.

“Oh, there’s a Mister Blissful!” She smacked my arm similar to a child. “The California Cheesecake sounds good. I love cheesecake!”

“Olivia, sweetheart, you are dessert addict.”

After ordering Via the Mister Blissful, I ordered a California Cheesecake for myself, so she would be able to eat off mine as well, of course.

“This place has only been up and running for a year and has already been voted the best place for ice cream.”

My bride nodded in agreement. “I can see why. I would love to get you and Mister Blissful here together in our playroom. Both of us would be in absolute heaven.”

* * * *

“Oh baby, you taste so delicious,” Via stated as she licked Mister Blissful off my chest.

I was unable to answer her because of being gagged, blindfolded, and bound to the bed. Flat on my back with my arms above my head and my legs spread eagle, I winced when she bit on my left nipple.

I heard the clinking of her heels and then the obvious sting against my thigh from her crop. “I did not like the fact that you lost your temper in court and I had to find out about it from somebody else, Mister Rayner.”

She whacked me again in the same spot. “You went to Alaska without me. Is there something up there you wish for me not to see? Heaven forbid if I were to get attacked by a moose!”

She tapped the other thigh this time. “Because of your disappearance, I was kidnapped! I have no idea who is behind this, but the both of us know it’s you they want. You should give me one good reason I shouldn’t leave you this way overnight.”

My eyes widened from underneath the blindfold. Certainly, she wouldn’t dare leave me hung up like this the entire night. On second thought, yes, she would.

I struggled a bit and she whipped me again. “Calm yourself, baby. It was only a suggestion.”

The crop fell to the floor and she clambered over me and sat on my junk. She leaned into me so I felt her bare breasts on my chest. She carefully unshackled my wrists, and my arms fell on to the bed. Holy shit! How does this woman turn me on so much? Her wetness almost drenched my abdomen.

“You want me now, don’t you? It is agonizing to want something so much, isn’t it?”

I could tell she was contemplating on whether to fuck the living shit out of me or keep my balls blue.

“As part of your punishment, there will be no fucking going on in this room tonight. I have other plans for us, if you would follow me, please,” she said matter-of-factly as she descended off me, strolling to the door.

Baffled, I had no choice but to follow her out of the room. She stopped in front of my office. “Now, before I open the door you have to remember something. This is your domain. You may do with me what you wish.”

Holy Fuck! She’s handing the control over to me! I slung her over my shoulder and opened the door. Wandering over to my desk, I cleared everything off with one hand and set her down. I removed her heels and let them fall to the floor. Kissing the top of her foot, I made my way to her inner thigh. “You’re right. I want you so badly, baby.”

“Take me,” were the words I needed to hear for the animal inside me to take control.

I pulled her on to her feet and spun her around. “Lean forward and hold on tight, baby. I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

Sloping forward and spreading her legs, she placed a firm grip on to the edge of the desk with both arms stretched out. I placed my hands upon her hips and slammed into her, hard. She cried out and I pushed into her faster and deeper. As I thrust, she arched her ass out and pushed her body against mine with every stroke. My grip on her hips tightened. Her walls warmed around me the second she came. Her warmth sent me through the roof, forcing her to hold on tighter as I let loose inside of her. My muscles relaxed as the sexual tension vanquished. I hung on to my soon-to-be-bride as I rested my head on her back.

She turned around the moment I pulled out of her. Kissing me, she stared into my eyes. “You are not such a bad dominant yourself, Mister Rayner.”

* * * *

Thankfully, I woke up the next morning not handcuffed or bound, by any means, to the bed.

I opened my eyes to see my gorgeous fiancée sleeping peacefully. As I stared at her relaxed face, I couldn’t help but think everything could have been worse. Whoever did this to my Via had to be after me for something. I was not sure who would do this or what their reasons were, but for some reason, my mind kept going back to Jennifer. I hadn’t seen the woman in years, yet she returned after I became engaged.

I shook my head at my thoughts as I made my way to the bathroom. Jennifer could not have done something as drastic as this. From the looks of it, she and Via appeared to have gotten to know each other somehow—another mystery that just pestered the piss out of me. There was nothing like having your ex-submissive befriending your dominating betrothed.

The water was nice and hot against my cool skin. Allowing it to flow through my hair, I tried thinking of who else would be involved in kidnapping my woman. Not a single person came to mind.

I needed to have a chat with Jennifer, and soon.

Rinsing the shampoo out, I shut the water off and stepped out. I wrapped a newly cleaned towel around my waist and strolled out of the bathroom.

Via was still fast asleep. As much as I hated to, I had to wake her. I had a big day planned for us today.

“Via, sweetheart, it’s time to wake up.”

Her eyes fluttered open and a smile escaped from my lips.

She looked up at my semi-naked body and smiled. “Well, happy early Fourth of July to me!”

I rolled my eyes. “As much as I would love to fuck you, I have a busy day planned for us. Please get dressed. I will be waiting for you downstairs.” Suddenly kissing her, I strolled out of the room, shutting the door behind me.

* * * *

“Oh! I actually like these. May we see these?” Via asked the clerk, pointing inside the display case at Green Lake Jewelry Works.

If it were up to me, I would have flown her to New York to buy rings and whatever else she needed for the big day. She insisted we keep everything as local as possible. She made it clear that she didn’t want, or need, extravagant things.

The female clerk smiled as she unlocked the case from the other side of the counter. I couldn’t help but notice the look of envy on her face as she pulled out the small display of rings, placing them upon the glass in front of us.

“We do custom designs as well, ma’am.”

Via nodded as she picked up a men’s titanium wedding band and turned to face me. “Hold out your left-hand for me please.”

I did as she instructed and held up my left hand, hearing my heart putter at what she was getting ready to do.

She gripped my wrist and placed the ring upon the proper finger, moving my hand at every angle as she gazed at the titanium.

“What do you think?”

I couldn’t keep myself from beaming like an idiot. “This is the one baby.”

Hugging her closely, I twirled her around a couple of times.

She grinned as she focused her attention on the clerk. “Would you have a match for this one in a woman’s design?”

The clerk—her name tag read Jessica—smiled as she pulled the same titanium ring out of the same display set. The only recognizable difference was this one had small diamonds layered around the band.

“Here you go, ma’am.”

“Allow me.” Taking the ring from her and looking at my future wife, I held out my free hand to her.

“Future Mrs. Rayner, would you mind giving me the honor of allowing me to place this ring upon your finger?”

She giggled in embarrassment as the clerk watched us with her begrudging glare.

Focusing as I positioned the ring on Via’s finger, she shivered from a cold chill.

“You are right, they’re perfect.” She stared up at Jessica. “We will take these.”

Jessica nodded as she took the rings from my hand. She put them into their separate boxes and into a larger box together as she rang us up at the register. Via virtually choked on her spit once she looked at the final price.

I held on to her as we walked outside. “I have another surprise for you.”

“Of course you do,” she said with an eye roll.