Page 6 of His Bride

Tree Top Island,BritishColumbia

One of thefew 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 partisdone.

Now wecanplay.

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 wavegoodbye.

“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 afieryred.

“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’sgoin.”

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

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 theworld.

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 moreoften.

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 ourchildren,too.

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

“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 thekitchen.”

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

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

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 atherfeet.

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 noidea?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 nakedbottom.

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 ownhands.”

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

Somebody’s looking for aspanking.

“Time’s up.” I grab the gardening shears my mother keeps on a hook on the wall. “Don’tmove.”

“Gavin youcan’t—”

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

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 stayshushed.

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 ofherbra.

Then I tug Ellie towards me as I sink onto achair.

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

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 mytouch.

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

“Sprite…”

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