Through the Eyes of a Male Submissive by Andie Lea

of the house. I stopped in my tracks the second I saw them standing patiently in the room I hardly ever go in without Ryan here—his office. They stared as if they had been expecting me.
    “Hello there, lovely Olivia.” One of the burley men spoke with a grin.
    Standing there, I went over a playbook in my head about how to make a run for it. I needed to toss off the heels in order for this to work. I stared as my consciousness attempted to persuade my feet to kick off my shoes.
    “Who are you and what do you want?”
    “We have been waiting on you, darling,” the other one chimed in.
    Before I spoke another word, they stood and made their way over to me. One bound my wrists while the other covered my mouth so I couldn’t yell out for Charlie or Samantha.
    The one who tied me up dragged me out of the room by my hair.
    Agitated, the nicer one hit him upside the head. “The girl is capable of walking. She won’t be a problem. Will you, dear?” He looked at me.
    I shook my head and walked when he pushed me. They ushered me to a rusty white van. The asshole one shoved me into the back and stared at the one with more heart. “We need to get out of here. Boss will be wondering if we succeeded.”
    This is not the way I had been hoping to be tied. I sat there in the spacious back seat, my heart thumping against my chest. I’m dead. They are going to kill me! The nicer, older man had been kind enough to blindfold me. At least I will not have to witness how they were going to kill me.
    Since I could no longer see, I had to rely on my hearing. “Drive faster you moron! We have someone on our ass!” the older one with the somewhat warm touch yelled.
    My ears perked up at the thought of Charlie coming to my rescue, but I did not dare to let my excitement show.
    I almost fell out of the seat as someone tapped the rear of the van. Come on, Charlie, you can do this!
    We must have reached the interstate since the van had accelerated.
    “Fuck!” the driver yelled as the vehicle lurched frontward when we were hit with a harder blow this time.
    A loud bang s ounded and the back left tire ruptured. Seconds later, the opposite back tire did the same. Way to go Charlie! My stomach curled as the van spun out of control.
    I felt my head crash into the roof when the vehicle rolled three times before landing on its tires. Everything started to turn into blackness. My hearing even became faint and muffled. My body fell limp against the seat.
    * * * *
    I woke up to the sound of a beeping heart monitor. Opening my eyes, I saw a doctor checking my pulse. “Welcome back”, he said to me with a friendly smile, shining a bright light in each of my eyes. “How are you feeling?”
    I groaned as I sat up. “Sore as hell. Where is Charlie?”
    As if on cue, Charlie opened the door. The doctor left the room to give us privacy.
    “Miss Johnson, I am genuinely regretful this happened. Is there anything that I can do?”
    “Does Ryan know anything about this yet?”
    “No ma’am, I am still trying to reach him,” he informed me. “I take full responsibility for this. If there is anything I can do for you at all, just say the word.”
    I nodded as I laid my head back on the pillow, since it had been pounding like hell. “What happened to the men who kidnapped me?” I asked, staring back at him. “I blacked out after the van rolled.”
    “They stole a car and drove off before I had a chance to get to them. My sole purpose was to get you out and make sure you were still alive,” he informed me, running his fingers through his hair. “I was not about to let you die. Mister Rayner would have killed me if I had left you behind.”
    “Thank you for coming to my rescue.”
    He shook his head and shrugged. “Just doing my job, Miss Johnson.”
    Sitting down on the chair closest to the wall, he questioned, “Did those men look familiar to you at all?”
    “I never met them before in my life, but I did notice they appeared to be amateurs and