Prime Minister (Frisky Beavers #1)

by Ainsley Booth

  "I missed you, too," she says sweetly, running her fingers through my hair. "But what a way to reconnect, eh?"

  I laugh. And just like that, she pulls me forward, into the light. I slide out of her and get rid of the condom. What a way, indeed.

  22

  Ellie

  Sasha’s gone to the cottage again for the weekend, so I don’t need to worry about the fact that for the second weekend in a row, I’ve spent an entire day wearing nothing but one of the PM’s dress shirts.

  We’re doing this weird thing where we bobble back and forth between dirty lusting for each other and something that approaches a totally normal relationship. Last night started out as a kinky role-play, but it got emotional pretty fast. Even faster than last weekend, and I worry about the speed at which we’re racing toward something big and serious.

  But then we have a light, teasing morning together, and that niggle fades away.

  Now I’m lounging on Gavin’s bed, waiting for him to finish a meeting downstairs. I love the secrecy of being up here, naked except for his shirt, and he’s down there running the country by way of meetings in his library with a visiting environmental science expert, the governor of the Bank of Canada, and a couple of guys in suits that he didn’t tell me anything about.

  CSIS, probably. My boyfriend is meeting with spies right now.

  While I’m his kept mistress, locked in his bedroom.

  Well, not locked. The door is actually wide open. This sounds way more sordid than it really is—I got to finish reading that book I started last weekend, and then I started making the list of dirty things I might like to do with Gavin.

  At first I thought about writing down an actual list, but when I put pen to paper, I started to freak out. What if Gavin’s housekeeper did that trick of rubbing a pencil over the blank page to find out what had last been written on it?

  Nobody needs to know that someone in Gavin’s bedroom wants to be tied to his bed, even if anyone with half a libido would look at that gorgeous four-poster and have the exact same thought.

  So instead I make the list on my phone. Not the burner phone Gavin gave me, but my regular phone, which is in no way connected to the PM.

  I type out tied to the bed, but I don’t know any specifics. So I flip over to Tumblr and search for bondage pictures.

  And that’s when Gavin finishes his meeting.

  I’m staring intently at my phone and maybe squirming a little when he clears his throat. I jerk my gaze up and find him leaning against the doorframe, hands in his pockets. He’s wearing jeans and a dress shirt, and his feet are bare.

  He’s totally, completely fuckable.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Uhhh…” I grin. “Hi.”

  “You’re all flushed,” he says slowly as he paces around the bed.

  I have plenty of time to close the tab on my phone screen. I don’t.

  “Shift forward. Let me sit behind you.”

  I rise up on my knees and as Gavin settles against the headboard, he takes the opportunity to strip me of his shirt.

  Now I’m naked as he settles me back against his chest. I’m naked, he’s not, and he’s just caught me looking at porn.

  “Show me, Sprite.”

  Heat rushes across my chest as I lift my phone, showing him the woman lying face down on a bed, her legs spread and bound to the corners of the footboard.

  “Do you like that?”

  I nod. “I’m making that list we talked about. Of things I’d like to try.”

  “You’d look so pretty tied to this bed,” he says gruffly, his hands settling hot and heavy on my shoulders. “What else have you looked at?”

  “I just started. And some of these photos are intense.”

  He laughs. “Yeah. There’s a kink for everyone, but they’re not all for me.”

  “What is for you?” I glance sideways at him. “What kind of porn do you like?”

  He hesitates for a minute. That’s a loaded question, probably. Like what he asked me last weekend, if I was testing him about other women. I wasn’t then and I’m not now.

  “I like GIFs,” I whisper. “Not full video clips, just one action repeated over and over again. Somehow it’s hotter.”

  His jaw flexes. So does his cock. I can feel it even through his jeans. “Show me.”

  I scroll up and stop on a spanking GIF I’d spotted. “Like this.”

  He exhales, a rush of air that slides under my skin and licks at me from the inside out.

  I click on the blog that originally posted that one. Jackpot. Gavin shifts and his hands slip to my torso as I scroll slowly. Spanking. Light bondage. All black and white images, still pictures and moving GIFs. Sexy and classy and who needs a list when you can just point at it and say, “Yeah, wow.”

  “You like that?”

  I nod. “And…that.” A man’s hand around a woman’s neck. More caress than hold. His thumb rubs back and forth along her jaw. Gavin takes my cue and collars me with his fingers.

  I shudder.

  “I haven’t looked at porn in…ages,” he says roughly, his voice low my ear. “And not because I don’t like it.”

  My eyelids flutter shut as he strokes my throat. I swallow against his touch. “Worried someone might hack your internet?”

  “And my phone…” He trails off as he rubs his other hand against the trembling flat of my belly.

  I’m so slick between my legs. I want him to touch me there. I want him to get me off, and I know he won’t for ages yet. Not unless I drive him crazy. “But you’ve got my phone now. Perk of being a private citizen. We could watch anything you like.”

  “I like watching you.”

  I think about the fantasies he teased me with via texting last week. “What about some naughty school girls? A french maid?”

  He laughs, then groans. Like he wants to share something with me but he’s trying to be good.

  Fuck that. I want him to be bad. “Come on,” I pant, arching my back. I can practically feel his gaze on the hard points of my nipples pressing into the air. “Tell me what to put into the search engine. Show me something dirty that you can’t watch anymore because you’re the prime minister.”

  “Threesome,” he growls. “Two men. One woman. Submissive.”

  He cups my breasts as I type it in. There are a bunch of results. He makes dismissive noises about the first two, but the third one makes him grunt.

  I like the grunt.

  I click on the GIF and it fills the screen with a never-ending loop of a woman in lingerie, on her knees, bobbing back and forth between two men. In the blurry background, a third man is watching.

  “Oh…” I sigh.

  His fingers tighten, squeezing my flesh. I sag back against him. Yes. Touch me.

  I want to touch him, too, but I need both of my hands to hold the phone without dropping it.

  “That third guy should be underneath her, biting her nipples,” he says in my ear as he pinches me, mimicking what that would feel like. “Every inch of her being pushed to the limit.”

  “That’s your fantasy?” Not two chicks? I’m skeptical.

  Even when talking about sex, he gives the question serious consideration. “Not exactly. I like orchestrating a woman’s pleasure. Giving her the release she seeks. The power of that turns me on.”

  “But you wouldn’t…use the word fantasy…?” I’m breathing so hard I can’t talk, and I wonder if maybe he can make me come just by flicking his thumbs back and forth across my nipples.

  “My fantasies now involve you. And my sharing days are done. Do another search.” He slides one hand through my curls and swears under his breath when he finds me drenched. “Dirty, dirty girl.”

  “That’s what you want me to search?”

  “No.” He smacks me lightly on the inner thigh. “Type in anal—”

  “No!” I laugh nervously.

  “Okay.” He waits a beat. “So what do you want to watch?”

  God. I have no id
ea, and my knee-jerk protest there has faded. “Okay, anal what?”

  “Well, anal by itself is probably a decent term. Anal play, anal sex…” His voice deepens. “Anal fisting.”

  My eyes are like saucers and my voice squeaks a little as I veto the last one. I’m pretty sure he’s kidding, but just in case… “Hard limit.”

  “But not the first two?”

  I blush. “No. You already know that.”

  “I do. That’s why I suggested it.” He slides his fingers through my wetness one more time, then lifts his hand to his mouth and sucks them clean.

  Has he picked up on how hot I think that is? It’s ridiculous what that act does to my insides.

  He brushes my hair off my shoulder, tucking it behind my ear. His hand lingers there for a minute as he traces the edge of my ear with his finger. “I want to see how wet it makes you to watch someone take a big, hard cock up the ass.”

  I whimper and drop the phone, turning in his arms. My pulse is pounding in my ears as I fumble with the buttons on his shirt. He pulls a condom and a packet of lube from his pocket.

  I rip open the foil on the condom while he shoves his jeans down, then I’m sinking on to his length. I’m not quite ready yet but I need him, need him, and it’s worth the ache as I stretch around his erection.

  “You want me to tie you down and fuck you hard?” He’s touching me everywhere as he talks. A hard squeeze to the ass as he pulls me down. A whisper light tease against my nipple as he strokes up my body to circle my neck again.

  I clench around him as he presses against my throat.

  “We didn’t get very far on that list making, Sprite.”

  “I’m sorry, Sir.” I’m not really sorry. This is crazy hot.

  “Are you? I think you wanted to be fucked and you’re getting that.”

  “Ahhh,” I breathe, smiling as he pumps into me again. “You’re giving it to me.”

  “Yes I am.” He rips open the lube and coats two of his fingers. My eyes go wide and he grins. “And you can take more.”

  He starts with one, easing into me from behind, and my thighs shake as I fight the urge to leap away from his touch. His cock swells inside me. He loves pushing me to the edge, I’ve already learned this, but the threesome thing has me thinking.

  It also has me turned on. I grind against him as he slowly fucks his finger in and out, just to the knuckle again, getting me used to the invasion.

  “You’re all done sharing?” I ask, bracing my hands on the headboard on either side of him. He presses his face into my neck and rubs me with his second finger instead of answer.

  No way is that going to fit.

  “Shhh, Sprite. You can take it.”

  I can’t. I’m twitchy and achy and God, I just want to fuck him. And find out more about how he used to share women with dozens of faceless men. Or something.

  “Good girl,” he growls, his voice on the edge of losing control. “Ease back on my fingers. Yes. Fuck, that’s so unbelievably sexy.”

  I make an indecipherable whining noise that I force into a pant as he finds a new rhythm, pumping in and out of me in opposite timing to the slow thrusts of his fingers.

  “I’m going to kiss you now, Sprite. And you’re going to come with my fingers in your ass, my cock in your pussy, and my tongue in your mouth. You’re mine in every way.”

  “Yes…” I breathe, our faces close enough that he’s all blurry. Or maybe that’s because I’m lost in the sensations and my other senses have been subsumed under the pounding need.

  “Say it.” His free hand twists in my hair.

  “Yes, Sir. I’m yours. In every—”

  He crashes his mouth against mine and I come hard and fast, the climax wracking my entire body. As the aftershocks ripple through me, he slides out of me, holding me tight at first.

  Then he folds me, still limp and wrung out, to the side and disappears for a moment. I hear the sink, then more water running. When he comes back, he hovers over me for a second before his arms scoop under me. “Bath,” he says simply.

  He sets me in the tub by myself, then disappears again. This time it takes him longer, and when he returns, it’s with supplies. A bottle of wine, some fruit. Cheese and meat and crackers.

  He dries me off and we settle together in one of his big arm chairs. He loves holding me in his lap as he feeds me, and I love letting him. Once I’m full, he entwines our fingers and gives me a serious look. “How did you enjoy that?”

  “Watching the dirty GIFs together?”

  He nods. “That. The rest.”

  “I liked all of it. You’re…amazing. You know just what to do with my body.”

  “I’d like to do more.” He searches my face. He’s not going to find any concern there.

  “Yes, please.” I grin. “I trust you.”

  “Your bottom’s not too sore?”

  “Not at all.” Two fingers weren’t that bad.

  He squeezes my butt cheek. “Ready for more there?”

  “Maybe.” I lick my lips. “You’re all kinds of prepared, eh? Individual packets of lube? Fancy.”

  “Max did all my shopping in anticipation of our first night. He went a little overboard.”

  “Excited that his best friend was getting laid again?”

  “It had been a while.”

  “You keep mentioning that.”

  “I’ll stop.”

  I kiss his neck. “You don’t need to be anything other than your real self with me, Gavin. Your preferences, your history, your…work hours. They’re all a part of you. And I…” I trail off. “I’m all in. If you want me to be.”

  “I do.”

  “But…”

  “No buts.”

  “Hear me out.”

  He gives me a grumpy look. He really doesn’t like not being in charge of a conversation.

  “Here's the thing.” I soften my voice as much as possible and stretch my body out against his. “My boss's boss was away last week. Now he's back and I only have this job for five more weeks. I want to give it my all.”

  “We can keep it professional. This has nothing to do with that.”

  “Of course it does. That’s why you resisted.”

  “That was before.”

  “Let me just finish this. You’re insanely busy. You always will be. So finding time is going to be a challenge. I'm okay with that. Because at the end of the summer, my schedule will get lighter. I'll have a lot of work to do, but I can do it mostly on my own schedule.”

  “What are you saying?”

  “Just...let’s take it easy. Slow. Serious.” I kiss him lightly, my lips dusting against his. “But slow. No expectations about time and availability.”

  His face tenses up, but he lets me keep talking. And maybe that’s why I trail off, until silence hangs between us.

  “That was it, really. I just want you to know that I’m easy.” I don’t mean it like that, but it still cracks me up. I’m still laughing when he gives me a look I can’t quite parse. “What?”

  “Nothing easy about you, Sprite. I say that in the best way possible. Everything about you is different for me.”

  “I’d say the same thing about you, but that’s not a surprise. I don’t have that much experience.” And you’re rather unique, but I don’t add that part.

  “You don’t need to worry about my history,” he says with a frown.

  “I wouldn’t say I’m worried. More…curious.”

  “Really?”

  I nod. “I want to know more about the whole threesome thing.”

  “That was just…” He takes a deep breath. “Okay, here’s where I feel a little on unsteady ground. I want to say that was just porn preference, but I don’t want to accidentally lie to you. So it’s porn preference and a reflection of some things I’ve done in the past.”

  I squirm in his lap. “Tell me more.”

  “No.”

  “Please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?”

  “You’re not l
etting this go, are you?”

  “I will if you tell me to.”

  His eyes soften. “No. I don’t mind your curiosity. Let’s get into bed.”

  He gets me to stand up, then leads me over to the bed. While I was in the tub, he’d re-made the sheets and turned back the blankets, and we slide under the covers together.

  I curl up against him, both of us naked, and he plays with my hair as he talks.

  “My first threesome, I was the third. I was a young guy, new to the kinky scene, and I went to a sex club where they encouraged mentoring for anyone…fresh. It’s a safety thing, mostly. You don’t want anyone to get too into a scene and hurt a sub. So I was paired with this couple who were into sharing. He taught me how to safely use impact toys on his wife. When I was done working her over, he’d fuck her. And after the first time, he got me involved. Hold her down, that kind of thing.”

  “How old were you?”

  “Twenty, twenty-one? Still in undergrad. Max had introduced me to the scene, but we have different tastes.”

  “Did you ever share with him?”

  Gavin laughs. “No. We’re both too dominant. And he’s like my brother. I’ve seen him have sex with someone, but I don’t have any desire to be a part of it.”

  “So is it more than just…Have you ever… with a guy?”

  “I’ve never had sex with a guy. I don’t swing that way. But if you’re doing it right, there’s touching and that feels good, it doesn’t matter who it is. Max isn’t on the list of people I want touching my cock. Too weird.”

  “Too bad. He’s cute.”

  “I will kill him if he touches you.”

  I laugh gently and stroke my hand up and down the firm, ridged muscles of his abs. “It’s kind of weird, how you’ve had all these experiences and I haven’t. But I don’t feel like right here, right now, we’re all that different.”

  “We’re not. I just have more experience saying what I want and how I want it. But with you I feel like it’s all new again.” An impossible, crazy warmth floods through me at his words and I wiggle closer. His eyes are bright, endless pools I just want to get lost in forever as he keeps going. “You challenge and push me, Sprite. I like it. A lot.”