Page 314 of Mountain Grump

Today is our one-year wedding anniversary. And we decided to come back to the cabin.

We opted to avoid aircrafts, driving in as close as we could with my truck, then switching to four-wheelers.

Tilda took some convincing to drive her own ATV, but after a few quick lessons, she handled it like a pro. And with the two vehicles, we were able to haul a fair number of supplies with us. Like extra bedding, dried food, and camping chairs.

My wife was worried about leaving Quackers and her flock of ducklings unattended, but Sandra and Fisher are staying at our house, duck sitting.

“Ethan.”

“Yeah?”

“Come here, Husband.”

Smiling, I dry my hands on my jeans and stride toward the open cabin door.

I love when my wife bosses me around.

“What do you…” My words falter at the determined look on Tilda’s face.

She’s standing at the end of the bed. “I’m the lion tamer tonight.”

She lifts a foot and puts it on the mattress, flashing the fact that she’s not wearing anything under her dress.

I swallow.

“And you’re the lion.”

“Fuck yes.” I nod, my dick already throbbing.

Slowly, Tilda lifts her hand from behind her back.

She’s holding something leather.

“I’ll be whatever you want, Wife.” I promise.

“Good.” Tilda releases one end of what she’s holding, and it unfurls.

Into a collar.

For me.

“Fuck,” I groan. Then I drop to my knees before her as my cock strains against denim.

Tilda bends at the waist, and I have to grip my thighs to stop myself from reaching up her skirt.

I keep my eyes on my wife as she clasps the collar around my neck, my pulse pounding beneath her touch.

She hooks a finger under the leather. “One more thing.”

I stare up into her beautiful eyes. “Anything.”

Her mouth pulls up into a smirk. “I stopped my birth control.”

My mouth falls open.

She leans in closer. “So be a Good Boy and put a baby in me.”