Chapter Thirty-One

Leslie, Rachael, and Tory pulled me in for a group hug the second I stepped in through the front door.

“How was the honeymoon? How many times did you and Ryan do it?” Tory wondered with a smile.

Leslie elbowed her in the ribs. “Shut up you moron. Dad is here!”

Daddy shook his head as he followed us to our table. As soon as we situated ourselves in our chairs, the girls and I began to ramble about anything and everything. I would feel sorry for my father, but he was immune to this, seeing as how he had to put up with us since we were six.

Rachael was the first member to join my little pack. We met in first grade after the teacher had introduced her to the class. Tory began to hang out with us in fifth grade. She was shy until she warmed up to us. Now we can’t get her to shut up half the time! Leslie was the youngest and the absolute sweetest. She and I met first. Her mother and I worked at the same restaurant together.

I love all of my friends, but I am closest to Leslie. We are polar opposites, but she is the yin to my yang. The woman is one of the few in this world who has the ability to calm my ass down.

“The slut isn’t pregnant, is she?” Tory asked, jerking me out of my thoughts.

Leslie slapped her hand to her forehead, trying not to snicker.

My father looked up from his menu. “Who’s the pregnant slut?”

The four of us roared in laughter at his confusion and the use of the word slut.

I finally managed to shake my head. “No, she isn’t, and I am very grateful that she isn’t.”

“She needs to steer clear of Ryan now that you are married. I have no clue as to why you haven’t decked her yet!” Tory exclaimed, becoming a bit too excited.

Thankfully, my father had already gone back to reading his menu.

I shook my head. “What does violence solve?”

Tory shrugged. “Who cares if it doesn’t solve anything? She needs it and deserves it with her bullshit of the whole, oh-I-love-Jason-but-can’t-get-over-Ryan!”

“It wasn’t all Jennifer’s fault. I am partially to blame as well.”

Rachael snorted. “What, did you force her and Ryan into the bedroom together?”

I pursed my lips together, my cheeks reddening.

“Holy shit! You did! When? How? Why?” Leslie chimed in.

“Do you have to talk about it right this second?” I motioned my eyes towards my dad sitting inches away.

My father set the menu down and focused his attention on me. “Please do share, Via. Give me one less reason to kick his ass.”

Shit! Of course he was listening in on the conversation!

I held up my hands in defense. “Nobody will be kicking anyone’s ass. I’m not going into detail, but this entire ordeal had partially been my fault. I would like to drop this subject if all of you do not mind.”

* * * *

An hour after our lunch date, my father drove my car to drop us off at the spa.

“We are sorry for pissing you off earlier.” Leslie was the first to speak up since we arrived.

I shook my head. “I am not upset at all. I just didn’t want to say anything in front of my dad. The poor man believes his little girl is a saint.”

Tory snorted. “Yeah, and we know better. Spill it Mrs. Rayner.”

“Ryan and I had a threesome with Jennifer!” I blurted out before I could even go over the words in my head.

They sat there, gaping at me with their jaw dropped.

“What the hell! Have you lost your mind?” Tory replied, after she had picked up her jaw.

“No. I did it to teach him a lesson,” I said, my agitation growing. “If you must know, it worked up until she called.”

It was now Rachael’s turn to speak. “What was the lesson? You can fuck another woman as long as I am in the room and you don’t impregnate her!”

I rolled my eyes at the woman giving me a pedicure put my feet in a tub of water. “It wasn’t anything like that. The deal was that he could no longer run to her with our problems.”

Leslie shook her head to bring herself back into reality. “You have a more twisted relationship with this man than I thought. He didn’t force this on you, did he?”

“What in the hell is with everyone today in believing my husband is evil and out to hurt me?” I asked, crossing my arms. “Of course he didn’t force anything on me. I was the one who initiated it. To be bluntly honest, I enjoyed every second!”

Talking and thinking about the threesome with Ryan and Jennifer was making me a tad bit horny. I could not wait to get home to my husband for my birthday sex.

He better be giving me the works after the stunts he pulled today with the purchasing of the car and that ridiculous fantasy bra, and virtually stopping my heart by showing me his bank accounts. When I say works, I mean full-blown orgasm after orgasm. He better bring out that dominant or this twenty-six year old is going to beat the shit out of him!

* * * *

My father picked us up from the spa.

He drove back to the restaurant to drop the girls off at the floating house. His quietness scared the living shit out of me at times, particularly now.

“Ryan is not a monster,” I felt the need to say as he drove towards the house.

“Sweetheart, it is your marriage and your life. I am not here to tell you otherwise. You have not given me any reason to doubt your decisions. Why would I start now?”

Twiddling with my fingers, I looked down for a minute. “Believe it or not, your opinion matters and I do not want you getting the wrong impression of Ryan. He is my whole world, except for you, of course.” I peered up at him.

He nodded. “I know. I can see how much he cares for my little girl by the way he looks at you. As long as he takes care of you and my grand baby, I have no complaints about the boy.”

“Oh daddy, I love you so much!” I hugged him after he parked the car a few feet away from the front door.

He embraced me. “I love you too, baby. You know that I will always be here for you and my grand baby.”

* * * *

Tears trickled down my cheeks as I watched my dad get into his car and drive off.

Wiping the wetness from my cheeks, I made my way into the house. I had been taken by surprise to see a million balloon strings dangling in my path. One had a note taped to it. Peeling off the note, I read it, feeling the smile spread across my face.

Mrs. Rayner,

If you knew what was good for you, you will meet me in the playroom… Now!

—Your Husband

Red and white rose pedals lined the stairwell, leading all the way to the playroom door. I opened the door and walked in. The music was softly playing.

“Baby, are you in here?”

Before I could so much as even blink, he tackled and pinned me against the wall.

Happy fucking birthday to me! I get my domineering husband!

He stripped me down to my panties. “You are wearing my favorite pair. Good girl.”

Spinning me around, he tugged my hair, flinging it over my left shoulder after braiding it.

“Ass over the bed… Now!”

He stopped me the second I stood near the foot of the bed, covering my vision with a blindfold. Starting at my lips, he trailed kisses all the way down to my hardening belly.

“Watch this baby, Daddy is going to fuck the shit out of mommy,” he spoke to my stomach prior to standing up, tracing his fingers over the bump.

With a hand on my back, he pushed me over the edge of the bed so my ass ascended in the air.

The music was now blaring and I could no longer hear what he was doing after he slapped my ass. Abruptly, the sting of my whip on my right ass cheek became intense. I groaned in pleasure and pain, along with sheer surprise.

The volume of the music softened again so he could speak. “Olivia Rayner, do you have any idea why you are being punished?”

I remained silent, not saying a single word.

“Speak.”

“No sir.”

“Allow me to elaborate.” He whacked me with the whip once more, but on the opposite cheek. “You nearly walked out on me during our honeymoon over something that the both of us had no idea if it were true or not.”

He smacked the whip across my ass again, causing me to grip on to the sheets. “On top of that, you embarrassed the bat-shit out of me by having me arrested and you collected an officer’s phone number while I was locked in a jail cell.”

The whip fell to the floor and his footsteps grew closer. He traced a crop down my back and ass-crack. Every time he would draw it back, I would take in a deep breath.

“I have allowed you to get away with so much. You should feel privileged, Mrs. Rayner,” he informed me as he popped my ass with the crop. “If you had pulled any of the stunts on me five years ago, your ass would be screaming and you wouldn’t be able to sit for an entire month.”

I stood arched over the bed, motionless as I fought back the tears at the mere thoughts of what this man was about to do to me. Suck up the pregnancy hormones Via and let him have this one!

“Stand up,” he commanded.

Without any hesitation, I stood up straight, waiting for his next move.

He reeled me into his arms and removed the blindfold. “Since it is your birthday, I will take it easy on you. Hey, have you been crying?”

The look in his eyes went from amused to worry.

“I’m fine. Now, about this dominance thing, I would rather you bring out your dominant more often. Right now, could you please just hold me and tell me everything is going to be alright? Please,” I pleaded, burying my face into his chest and sobbing.

“Whoa, baby, where in the world is all of this coming from? Did somebody say something to you?”

I shook my head. “No. I have no idea why I feel so emotional today!”

He scooped me up into his arms and kissed me. “You are pregnant with our baby. This sort of outburst is to be expected.”

“I don’t like it one bit! I want you to punish me for doing those awful things to you. Both of us know I deserve it! I’m a horrible person!”

“Back the truck up. Olivia Marie Rayner, you are not, by any means, a horrible person. You are my loving, caring and, as of this moment, my more than usually sensitive wife. Do you believe that I am pissed about all the shit you have done to me over the course of knowing each other?” he wondered, setting me down on to the bed and cuddling my body into his.

“Yes, sir.”

“Let me just get one thing straight here. If I hated all the pranks and the smartass comments you say to me, I would not have made you my wife. You keep me on my toes, Olivia Rayner, and that is only one of the many things I adore about you.”

I kissed him as I ran my fingers through his hair. “There is only one thing I want you to do for my birthday.”

“What is that?” he wondered, his eyes dancing.

“Please finish what you started. I promise to have no more breakdowns.”

Sighing, he stood out of bed and began to peel off his clothes.

“Shackle yourself, feet first.”

I did as he commanded and waited for him. He hovered over me, his erection touching my skin.

His lips came into contact with mine for only a second since he trailed kisses all the way down to my belly again. “Please do daddy a favor and ease up on mommy’s hormonal strings.”

He stared up at me through his lashes. His eyes were smoldering and he wanted me as much as I wanted him. Holding my legs apart, he buried his face into my sex. My head flew backwards as my pelvis arched up the moment his tongue came into contact with my clitoris.

Oh, my damn! The magical wonders this man works with his tongue alone!

The pressure was already beginning to building inside me, dying for me to allow it to release.

“Oh baby, pretty please, fuck me!” Craving him so severely, I had no choice but to beg.

He stopped and the pressure ceased. With a grin on his face, he took a hold of the chains I had been cuffed to and slammed them back. This caused my back to thump against the headboard.

“Oh baby, I have been craving you all fucking day!” He pushed his erection into me, stretching my vaginal walls.

My hands ached to touch him. I was itching to hold him tight against my chest.

Bending down, he kissed me hard on the lips. “I love how you are always so wet for me, baby.” He was drilling into me firm enough that my tits began to bounce.

I am not certain if it was the pregnancy hormones or what, but I was beginning to burn for him like no other. My groaning became louder every time he pushed into me. I could not get enough of him.

In one swift motion, he unshackled my wrists. My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his face down into my breasts. He kissed, licked, and sucked them one at a time as he continued to ride me. The pressure rose up inside me again and I did not pull back on the reins this time. Instead, I clutched on to my husband’s back, pretty certain I was leaving nail marks, and shattered all around him, more than once I may add.

“Oh, baby… Shit, you feel so good!” he yelled out seconds before pouring himself into me and burying his nose into my neck.