His Bride (Frisky Beavers Quickies Book 3)

by Ainsley Booth

  “I do,” I breathe, meaning it with all my heart.

  “Please join your right hands, and once you’re settled, Gavin, please repeat after me.” I pass my bouquet to Sasha, then the officiant lowers her voice, prompting Gavin quietly, but he knows his vows inside and out.

  We both do.

  “I, Gavin, take thee, Ellie, to be my lawful wedded spouse, to have and to hold, from this day forward, in whatever life may hold for us.”

  The wind picks up, and a few strands of my hair fly loose from my up-do. Gavin gently reaches across and tucks them behind my ear. His touch steals my breath, and I need to steady myself before I can return the vows back to him.

  “I, Ellie, take thee, Gavin, to be my lawful wedded spouse, to have and to hold, from this day forward, in whatever life may hold for us.”

  Behind Gavin, Max is ready with the wedding rings when the officiant turns to him.

  She holds the rings up in the air between us with a solemnity that makes my chest tight. “Inasmuch as you have made this declaration of your vows concerning one another, and have set these rings before me, we all recognize these rings as a seal and a confirmation and acceptance of the vows you have made.”

  Again, Gavin goes first. He takes my left hand in his and sets my wedding band at the tip of my ring finger. “Ellie, you are my love and my life.” He slides the band over my knuckle, setting it at the base of my finger. “With this ring, I thee wed.”

  I was good until his voice caught on wed. Now a tear is tracking down my cheek, and Gavin gently catches it with his thumb as he cups my face in his hand.

  My fingers shaking, I take his ring, then carefully squeeze his hand. “Gavin, you are everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner. I love you with my whole heart.” I hold my breath as I ease his ring onto his finger. “With this ring, I thee wed.”

  Time pauses, this moment stretching as we tangle our fingers together. Married. Husband and wife.

  Each other’s, for the rest of time.

  “Upon the authority vested in me by the Province of British Columbia, I pronounce you duly married.”

  A big, wide grin spreads across Gavin’s face as he cups my cheeks again, this time with both hands. He kisses me until I’m breathless, bending me backwards a bit. I lift my foot off the ground as everyone applauds, and when he finally puts me upright again, I’m blushing.

  I curl my hands around his upper arms to steady myself, and he holds the kiss for a second longer before breaking off.

  Then I chase him for a quick repeat, because he’s my husband and I can do that with abandon.

  Everyone is on their feet, cheering, as Sasha hands my bouquet back and we turn to face our guests, hand in hand.

  The photographer is crouched halfway down the aisle. We hold our position for moment, letting him take as many shots as he wants of our first moment as husband and wife. Then we take a step forward at the same time.

  That was fun, but what will follow—our reception, our honeymoon, and the rest of our lives—will be even better.

  3

  Gavin

  Tree Top Island, British Columbia

  One of the few concessions to the reality of me being prime minister is that the island that houses my family’s pretty modest cabin now sports a helipad—the construction of which I paid for with my own money. We’re whisked directly there from the Squamish airport by a Canadian Air Force Chinook, and we land twenty minutes after we take off. The sun is glinting off the water, the trees are rustling in the evening breeze, and as soon as we disembark, I relax. The hard part is done.

  Now we can play.

  The RCMP team that accompanied us on the plane heads down to the dock and gets on a boat to take them to a cabin on the next island over, which we’ve rented for the week from my parents’ very excited neighbours. We follow them to wave goodbye.

  “So we’re really the only ones here?” Ellie asks as she turns in a slow circle on the dock. The sun lights up her hair and turns the strawberry blond strands a fiery red.

  “Yep. All the security is based over there,” I say, pointing across the channel. “We’re not going to do any nude sunbathing on the beach, but inside the cabin, we’ll have complete privacy. Come on, let’s go in.”

  I take Ellie’s hand and lead her up the small hill to the cabin.

  And it really is a cabin, completely off-grid and self-contained. That doesn’t mean it’s not modernized—thanks to propane, the sun, and a back up generator, we’ve got all the conveniences we could want. Over the years, my family has upgraded the basic comforts, although we’ve never messed with the simple appeal of it as a retreat from the world.

  And now I’m going to share it with Ellie for the first time. I haven’t been able to before now for security reasons, but going forward, I hope to bring her here more often.

  This cabin was such an important part of my childhood. My parents built it when I was about eight. This was the place to come and relax. Where Pia and I were free to be kids. And I want the same for our children, too.

  We enter through the mudroom and as soon as I close the door to the outside world, my lizard brain takes over.

  “Cabin time is naked time,” I say, and that sounds even better out loud than it did it my head. We’re going to make that an ongoing rule whenever we’re here alone. “Go through that door. Strip when you get to the kitchen.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she says with a saucy wink and my blood starts to simmer nicely.

  Long shadows drag across the kitchen floor, but there’s still enough light for me to watch lecherously as she begins to strip.

  Reaching behind her, she slowly slides the zipper down her back. She leans forward a little and sneaks a finger under the strap. She slips it off her shoulder, then does the same on the other side. Her dress drifts down her body and pools at her feet.

  She's wearing almost nothing. See through mesh panties and a matching bra. All day her breasts have been lifted up by a few bands of creamy-coloured silk and I had no idea? Damn.

  Turning her back to me, she bends at the waist to pick up her dress. She pauses a moment, taunting me with her tantalizing, but still not naked bottom.

  Such a little minx. “Enough with the teasing, Sprite. That’s my job. You’ve got thirty seconds to be naked before I take matters into my own hands.”

  The little brat takes her sweet time lifting her dress from the floor before folding it over a chair.

  Somebody’s looking for a spanking.

  “Time’s up.” I grab the gardening shears my mother keeps on a hook on the wall. “Don’t move.”

  “Gavin you can’t—”

  “Hush. If you were concerned about the health of your lingerie, you’d have made sure it was off in time.”

  She freezes, and I hold her gaze for a moment, making sure this is fine. A small smile curves at the corners of her mouth, but she stays hushed.

  Good, then. I snip the delicate scrap of fabric at the front holding the cups together, and her breasts spring free. I give each nipple a tweak before I continue snipping here and there until the bra falls to the floor in pieces. Her panties soon join the remnants of her bra.

  Then I tug Ellie towards me as I sink onto a chair.

  “You’ve been a very naughty wife, making me wait like that. Over you go,” I say, patting my lap.

  She lays over my thighs and I slide my hand over her ass and between her legs. She’s already wet, and she pushes her hips up, seeking more of my touch.

  I deliver a heavy swat to the fleshiest part of her bottom instead, and she cries out.

  “Sprite…”

  “Yes, Sir?”

  “What happens to naughty wives who tease their husbands?”

  “They get spanked until they come?” she asks hopefully, and I laugh.

  “They definitely get spanked.” I swat the curve of her other ass cheek and she gasps. “Shhh, try to be good.”

  “It’s hard,” she whines.

  It most certainly is
. I press her into my erection and think about sinking into her. Oh, we’re still so long from that tonight. “If you’d been quick about stripping…”

  I let the rest of that thought hang unspoken as I strike her bottom again, raining down four light slaps before finishing each cheek with a heavier thud.

  As far as a spanking goes, she got off light because I want to get upstairs. And as I slide my hand up the inside of her thigh, my fingers hit slick flesh before I get to her pussy.

  It may have been light, just a taste of what’s to come, but she liked it.

  This time, I give her the touch she craves, sliding my fingertips around her clit as she squirms in my lap.

  No coming, though.

  She’ll have to wait for that.

  “I won’t bother asking if you’ve learned your lesson,” I say as I lift Ellie into my arms, kissing her as I carry her to the stairs. I’ll do this again when we return to Ottawa, carry her properly over the threshold of our home. Sadly, it won’t be while my lovely wife is naked.

  “So the cabin is nice,” Ellie says, craning her neck to catch a look at the dusk-darkened main floor.

  “The tour can wait—I can’t.” I take her straight through the dining room to the staircase that leads to the loft bedrooms.

  As this is a family cabin, at the moment my room is as vanilla as they come. A comfy queen-size bed, an armoire in one corner, and an arm chair in the other that has been there since I was a teenager.

  We’ll need to do some work to make it kink-ready for our next visit.

  I plan to make some inconspicuous alterations during our time here, but tonight I have another, more flexible idea.

  I lay my love on the bed. “I have plans for you, Sprite.”

  “I knew you would.” She beams at me and stretches. She couldn’t be more perfect.

  Or more bendy, which is key to my plan—literally, I’m going to test the bounds of her flexibility. And tomorrow we can work on putting in anchor points and the like.

  I stalk to the innocent stack of luggage piled in front of the armoire, delivered ahead of us. In the medium-size suitcase, nestled between hiking shoes and extra sunscreen, is an oversized first-aid kit.

  The only thing that distinguishes this kit from the well-stocked one downstairs in the living room is that this one has a padlock on it.

  And inside, along with safety scissors and bandaids, there are some coils of hemp rope, a few rolls of bondage tape, both ankle and wrist Velcro cuffs, and a set of under the bed restraints.

  I did a damn good packing job, getting all of that in there.

  I dump the kit on the bed next to Ellie and point at her. “Don’t move.”

  “I wouldn’t dream of it,” she murmurs, her eyes lighting up as I grab the restraint kit. It would be easier to put this on the bed if she’d hop off the mattress, or if I’d come upstairs first, but my lust got the better of me.

  On the other hand, practicality can be hot, too.

  “Actually, up you get.”

  She scampers over and bounces in front of me. I haul her close and kiss her hard on the mouth as I squeeze her breast, pinching her nipple for good measure.

  “Go stand in the corner, Sprite.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She doesn’t miss a beat, and I watch her skitter to a stop next to the armoire, facing the wall.

  “Eyes closed.”

  “Am I pretending I don’t know what you’re doing?”

  I laugh out loud. “Yes.”

  “Okay.”

  I lift the foot of the mattress up and toss the restraint kit across the box spring, then put the mattress back in place and pull the four straps to where I want them.

  Then I cross to her and set my hands on her shoulders, brushing a few loose strands of her hair with my fingers. “One last thing. I want to braid your hair.”

  “There’s an elastic in the side pocket of my carry-on bag.” She pauses, then adds, “Sir.”

  My lips twitch. “Thank you. Come with me, and you can open your eyes.”

  I guide her back to the bed, and she makes an excited sound when she catches sight of the straps.

  My beautiful wife loves being held down so much.

  I take at least two dozen bobby pins out of her hair, then secure her waves in a braid, slowly tugging each strand before I twist it into the plait, which I wind around her neck and over her shoulder. “You were gorgeous today,” I murmur as I kiss the side of her neck. “But you are most stunning when you submit to me, just like this. Now stretch out, right in the middle of the bed.”

  She rolls onto her back and reaches her arms and legs wide—and that had been my plan, but as her fingers graze the headboard, I have another idea, this one even more evil.

  I like evil.

  It makes me hard.

  My cock strains with excitement as I look at the sturdy wooden finials on either side of the headboard, and how close her hands get to them.

  Grinning to myself, I grab the Velcro cuffs and attach them to her ankles first, then her wrists. I run my fingertips up and down her skin as she trembles for me, then I clip the cuffs to the straps running under the bed.

  Yep, there’s enough play there.

  I grab a length of hemp rope from the first aid kit and trail it over her body as I move around the bed again.

  The question is in her eyes, but she keeps her perfect mouth zipped.

  That’s a shame. If she broke down and asked me what I was going to use the rope for, I’d have to reprimand her by shoving something hard in her mouth as punishment.

  I stop beside the headboard and raise an eyebrow at her. “Something on your mind, Sprite?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Are you sure?”

  She grins. “Do you want something to be on my mind?”

  Oh, this woman. She can read me like a book. Well, I’m going to surprise her tonight. “Actually, you can be as bratty as you want, Sprite.”

  “Oh?” She gives me an amused look that turns to real shock as I slide the first piece of rope through the D-rings on both restraints on her left side, tugging her foot up toward her hand. “Oh, Sir!”

  It’s cheeky, and I love it. “How uncomfortable is that?”

  Her face flushes as she reacts to the heat in my voice. “It’s…fine.”

  I climb onto the bed and crawl over her, kissing her mouth before I repeat the same tie on the other side. “And now?”

  “Still okay,” she breathes.

  Her legs are spread wide, her hands reaching up to touch her ankles now. If she didn’t do yoga every single day, I’d never consider putting her in such a position.

  But oh my God, her pussy and ass are now presented perfectly for me to tease and torture and please us both.

  “I want you to stretch a little more, Sprite,” I murmur as I stroke my hand up the back of her thigh, tracing the shape of her muscles beneath her skin. “Can you do that for me?”

  “Yes, Sir.” No teasing, no brattiness. Just breathless submission. I kiss her calf, then the sensitive spot behind her knee, and up her inner thigh. Her pussy glistens and I can’t resist a quick swipe at it with my tongue.

  But I have a final trussing up of my wife to finish before I can spend too much time between her legs.

  I climb off the bed and remove my clothes, keeping an eye on her the whole time. I love having her spread open like this—every inch of her available for my appreciation.

  As I bare my chest, my legs, and finally my cock, Ellie gets more and more worked up. Her pussy is dripping by the time I’m naked, but I’m not ready to fuck her yet.

  I take the trailing ends of the rope on her right and tug, leading her tied-together hand and foot toward the headboard. “Okay?” I ask, but she’s already stretching to accommodate my outrageous demand.

  “Yes.”

  The other side is trickier, but I get that tied off, too, and there—that’s perfect.

  My Ellie, folded in half, her pussy and ass served up as if on a beautiful
bridal platter.

  I’m going to be so good to both.

  I start with my tongue, indulging our shared craving for more than the swiping taste I had a few minutes earlier. This time, I feast on her cunt, sucking and licking her swollen flesh.

  Then I add my fingers, first in her pussy, and then around her perfect, tight little asshole. Soft, teasing circles followed by more deliberate rubbing as her sphincter starts to flex against my touch.

  It’s been too long since I’ve fucked her there, but right now, all my come belongs in her pussy.

  We’re trying to make a baby, after all.

  That doesn’t mean I can’t fill both holes if that would please her.

  I blindly reach for the first aid kit on the other side of the bed and I drag it closer, only pausing giving her head long enough to look for what I need next. At the bottom are three plugs. I choose a small glass one, pale pink just like her wedding dress, and I grab a packet of lube, too.

  I rip that open and squeeze a good amount onto the curved tip of the butt plug. As I press it to her rear entrance, I resume my slow, thorough licking of her pussy.

  The sounds she makes as I ease the plug into her body are music to my ears. Low, earthy moans as she tries to control her breathing. Little, breathy inhales as she loses that fight and the sensations overwhelm her.

  Once it’s seated in her ass, I press against it, fucking her gently with the unyielding glass. I lick her until her clit is hard and her pussy has soaked my face, and then I rise above her.

  I use the rest of the lube packet to slick up my cock, because with the plug and how she’s folded over, she’s going to be snug.

  I rub the straining head of my erection against her hot, tight pussy, and curl my body over hers, bracing my hand beside her head.

  “I love you, Ellie.” I kiss her gently as I push into her. “You made me the happiest man in the world today.”

  She exhales against my mouth, her breath warm and sweet. “I love you, too. So much.”