Chapter Thirteen

It took a lot of convincing on my behalf to assure Jason we were fine. After several minutes, he agreed he would leave and mentioned he would call me later.

My manhood hardened the moment the front door closed. I felt Via’s eyes staring up at me. As much as I hated to admit it, I was a little afraid of what she was going to do to me. There was no point in denying it, I deserved everything she was about to give me.

“You are not entirely forgiven, Mister Rayner. You showed your ass today. It’s going to take a long time for you to make this up to me.” She was glaring at me, her eyes cold as ice.

“I know baby.”

She slapped me as hard as she could across the face. “I believe I did not give you permission to speak, Mister Rayner. I can see you are going to be a tough one to tame. Now you have forced me to do something I was trying to refrain from.”

Standing there in shock from her blow to my cheek, I made a wise decision not to say a single word again until she permitted me to.

“Get your ass in the playroom now!” she growled, glowering at me. “I want you naked and kneeling by the foot of the bed by the time I get there.”

My mind scrambled as I rushed to our sex room. I stripped my clothes off and knelt near the foot of the bed as she had instructed, my heart pounding against my chest.

Remarkably, she didn’t make me wait too long. Strolling into the room, I heard her heels but I did not dare look up.

“I did a lot of thinking during those three hours, Mister Rayner.” She trotted about the room.

I heard her pick something up and walk a couple of paces closer.

“Stand up.”

I shuffled myself off the floor, my eyes still gazing at the floor. Holy shit! She is pissed!

“Cuff yourself to the cross facing the wall, feet first,” she snarled.

Without any question, I walked over to the cross and cuffed myself to it.

Her grin burned into the back of my head. “As I was saying, I thought long and hard about us, Mister Rayner. I was to the point of doubting my judgment. I have never met anyone in my entire life as arrogant and pig-headed. Despite your arrogance, there are those moments where you can be the sweetest man in the world. Believe me, your sugary side is what’s keeping you afloat, Mister Rayner.”

She walked a few steps closer. “You had me questioning our marriage. Ryan, I was to the point of worrying if there was even going to be a wedding. Then I thought, maybe getting married is what you are running from. You are mine, Mister Rayner, and there will be no more running into the arms of another woman. Am I making myself clear?” she stated as she slashed my ass with her whip.

I winced as I held on to the chains I was suspended from. “Yes ma’am.”

“We are not by any means setting the wedding back. Nope, that would be way too easy. As a matter of fact, I have a little surprise for you.” She cracked the whip again. “Welcome to your wedding ceremony, baby.” She smacked the wall with the whip, right by my hand.

“You will repeat these words after me. I, Ryan William Rayner, solemnly swear to love, honor, and cherish you, Olivia Marie Johnson, for the rest of my days on this Earth. Say it!” she growled and whacked one of my cheeks.

“I, Ryan William Rayner, solemnly swear to love, honor, and cherish you, Olivia Marie Johnson, for the rest of my days on this Earth.” I bit my lip as my manhood responded to her blows with the whip.

“Very good. I stand here, making my vow to not let anything come between this love we share for one another. You are my lover, best friend, and I promise not to run in times of our disagreements. All I want in this lifetime is to be yours, ensuring your safety and happiness at all costs. I am forever your submissive. Now, repeat it!” She swatted my ass once more.

“I stand here, making my vow to not let anything come between this love we share for one another. You are my lover, best friend, and I promise not to run in times of our disagreements. All I want in this lifetime is to be yours, ensuring your safety and happiness at all costs. I am forever your submissive.” I wanted her now, but I sensed this was only the beginning of my torture.

The whip fell to the floor and she was standing behind me. Grabbing my left hand, she slid a ring in the shape of a handcuff upon my proper finger.

Leave it to my wife to conjure up something like this.

“You are mine, Ryan William Rayner,” she whispered, pulling my hair and forcing my eyes upon hers.

“You have so much ass kissing to do it’s not fucking funny.” She released her grip and strolled to the door.

She left the room, killing the lights just before shutting the door. Holy Fuck! Is she going to leave me chained up like this all night?

* * * *

The Kitchen-Seattle, Washington. Via Johnson-Rayner.

I figured I might as well grab a bite to eat since worrying over Mister Rayner all day screwed with my appetite. He would live being tied up there for an hour. Maybe two… It just depended on how long it took my anger to subside.

Ugh… Sometimes I cannot understand this man! How dare he accuse me of fucking his brother while he was the one who spent three fucking hours with his ex-submissive! What kind of shit is that? Does he have no clue whatsoever what his oh-so bold move says to a woman like me? He might as well just say, ‘Oh hey, I can’t do this whole submissive thing anymore. So I’m going to go back to my dominant side with my former sub…’

Ryan knew very well that I did not trust so easily. I wasted half of my life wondering what it was I did wrong to drive my mother away. I gave up on the whole finding love scheme on my seventeenth birthday. The guy I had been dating for four years decided to leave me for another woman.

You are not the right girl for me, he claimed. You are too tomboyish, he had the nerve to say.

I had to admit, I didn’t know a damn thing about dominants or submissives the night Ryan and I met. In Vegas, after Ryan got on his plane to Seattle, I did some research on my laptop while I waited for the next flight to Seattle. I was beyond determined not to give another man a chance to describe me as boring and heartless, so I fired up the Google search engine and worked my magic. Stumbling upon a dominant/submissive contract, I decided to create one of my own. I wasn’t about to let another man to try to control me again. It was my turn to wear the badge!

Finishing the last second touches of my chicken alfredo, I turned the stove-top off and pulled a plate down from the cupboard. I contemplated a glass of wine, but poured myself a cola instead. There was no way in hell he was gaining control so easily, and he would if he smelled liquor on my breath.

Scarfing down my food and taking frequent swigs of my soda, I placed the remainder of the food into a container and put it in the fridge.

Jogging up the stairs, I glanced at the door of the sex room. Contemplating unbinding Ryan, I shook my head. Nah. At least I know where he is this way.

Opening our bedroom door, I walked straight into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I stripped out of my clothing and stepped into the warmth, allowing the water to course through my hair. My muscles immediately relaxed, something they hadn’t been able to do in the shower since being here. I never had the slightest idea when Ryan was going to pop in here and take me any way he pleased.

I wrapped myself in a towel after shutting off the water and squeezing the excess water from my hair.

Standing in front of the mirror above the sink, I brushed through my wavy hair—now straight due to being drenched. Since I loathed standing in front of a mirror, it didn’t take me long to brush my hair and teeth.

I made my way into the bedroom and walked around, being my usual nosy self. Finding a remote on the nightstand near Ryan’s side of the bed, I picked it up and pushed the button marked number one, almost jumping out of my skin when a flat screen television popped through the wooden stand I believed was a dresser at the foot of the bed. Letting my curiosity get the best of me, I pushed the button labeled number two. My eyes widened once a security camera appeared on the ceiling in the far corner of the room, aimed right at the bed.

“What a fucking pervert!”

Shaking my head, I tossed the remote on to the bed and it bounced a few times.

Walking out of the room, I made my way to the playroom. I opened the door and flipped on the lights. He was in the same position I had left him.

“Did you miss me, baby?”

He turned his head so he could look at me with a pleading look in his eyes.

“You may speak.”

“I am aware you are pissed at me. Spending three hours talking to Jennifer was a big mistake on my part. I learned my lesson. I will never do anything like this ever again,” he apologized. “Baby, I’m so sorry. If I could take back the entire afternoon and start over, I would.”

I shook my head. “This isn’t just about you running off to Jennifer’s. It’s the fact you let an ex-submissive get in between us. You need to get your act together, Rayner. When there is a problem, there is no use in trying to run from it. Specifically now…“

Before he said another word, I unshackled him. I didn’t want to tell him like this. To be honest, I wasn’t looking forward to telling him at all!

He took the clothes I held out to him and stared at me in confusion as he slid on his jeans. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”

“I was supposed to start my period a week ago.”

His eyes transformed into the size of almonds. “Are you saying that there is a chance you might be pregnant?”

My knees were trembling and weak as I nodded. It was my turn to stare at the floor. “I have to make a doctor appointment to find out for sure.”

“You thought that I was going to leave over this, didn’t you?”

I felt queasy and light-headed. Luckily, Ryan caught me before I hit the floor. “You left a note on top of the rings over this ordeal. How am I supposed to interpret how you will react to a pregnancy?”

“May I show you?”

Dimly nodding, I didn’t take my eyes off his. He picked me up all the way, so my feet were no longer touching the ground. Holding me close, he planted a kiss on my lips. When he pulled away, he wore a childish grin on his lips and his eyes were dancing.

“Olivia Rayner, since you agreed to become my wife, I have dreamt about the day you would tell me you are carrying my child. You and the baby are the only ones I want and need in this world. I love you.”

My heart pounded against my chest after hearing his amazing words.

He carried me into our bedroom.

“That was one of the sweetest things you have ever said to me. Now, before we go into the room, I would like to bring a concern to your attention. What in the hell is with the camera?”

He chuckled as he opened the door—chuckled! I had never once heard him chuckle, ever!

“You saw that, huh?”

“I took advantage of my time while you were tied up.”

* * * *

Our Bedroom-Seattle, Washington. Ryan Rayner.

“Baby, you had every right to tie me up.” I set my wife down on to our bed. “Thank you for not leaving me there all night.”

She shook her head, picking up the remote and pressing a button. “No need to thank me. You are not all the way forgiven yet.”

The button she pushed turned the ceiling fan on.

“Good grief! What does a girl have to do to get the television on around here?”

I smiled at her short fuse and impatience. “It’s the first button on the left, second row.”

Pressing the button, the TV flickered on and she switched the channel to some late night show.

“The only thing I am missing now is my man to join me. An ice cream sundae would be perfect too.” She glared at me.

“I will go make you one, baby.” Kissing her hair, I left the room.

Jogging downstairs, I made my way into the kitchen and opened the freezer door. Scooping some ice cream into a bowl, I perfected the damned sundae with chocolate syrup, caramel, whipped cream, and sprinkles, skipping the cherry because I knew Via hated them. I shook my head at the last conversation we had about her hatred of cherries. I believe she mentioned something like, “If I were meant to eat cherries, I would have been a lesbian! You should be grateful.”

Oh, that woman and that smart-mouth of hers!

I placed the ice cream carton back into the freezer, picked up the beautiful creation I had made, and went upstairs to rejoin my favorite smartass.

Strolling into our room, the lights were brighter and Via was standing near the door which led into my secret room. I could see that she had pressed more buttons on the remote.

She stared at me. “What the fuck is this?”

“It’s not what you think. I go in there when I need to escape from the world, whether it is to meditate, play music, or whichever.”

She nodded as she peeked inside. “Would you mind if I go in?”

“Go ahead.” Carrying her sundae, I followed her into the room.

Acoustic guitars, paintings, and posters hung along the freshly painted dark red walls. She walked around the room. “I never knew Dracula was quite the musician.”

“It used to be my playroom, until recently,” I confessed as I watched as she walked about the room.

She stopped walking and stared at me. “If you already had a sex room, then why did you put together a new one?”

I couldn’t hide my grin from her. “I wanted to destroy my playroom since I laid eyes on you. To start fresh with you, if that’s what you call it. It is why I had a new sex room built. You deserve more than a hidden room, Olivia. I don’t want there to be any secrets between us.”

“Should I go first?” she wondered, dipping her finger into the bowl I held in my hands and sucking it clean.

“You have secrets to share, Mrs. Rayner?”

She nodded, taking a bite of the sundae. “I have tons. You may want to sit down for this.” She grinned as I stared at her in horror.

“Are you sure you are ready for this?” She then began to giggle.

“When I was seventeen, I had given up on love and everything of the sort. Out of nowhere, this gorgeous man took my breath away. Ryan, you know more about me than my best friends do, and this is saying a lot since I have known them my entire life.” She rolled her eyes.

“They think you are a good influence on me. They have seen me at my worst.”

“I already have your friends’ approval?” I asked, once I was able to breathe again.

“Don’t be too impressed—they just think you are sexy. If they knew the truth, they may die from exhaustion.” She grinned.

“They are not entirely wrong. You are pretty damn beautiful.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

She shook her head. “Quit stalling, Mister Rayner. What is one of your deepest secrets?”