Kari And Brett Pt 07

A Rose Called Miracle: Book #3, Pt. 7

Author's Note: This is the third book of 'A Rose Called Miracle'. This is fiction. All characters in intimate situations are over 18. Any resemblance to real people, organizations, or businesses is purely coincidence.

If you are uncomfortable with the subjects of control, restraint, discipline, and mild corporal punishment, please go no further. Likewise, this story is peopled with hetero, interracial, and LGBTQ+ characters and couples, and indirectly--incest; if you can't deal with that, leave now--you'll only be offended. Also, I apologize to BDSM aficionados--in this story I pretty much ignore proper BDSM safety measures as the characters develop their relationship. Please do not use these writings as a 'how to' guide. Lastly, if anyone reading 'A Rose Called Miracle' has enjoyed my characters, feel free to take them on new adventures--but please don't mess too much with the canon.

BRETT AND KARI (A Master/slave story of Love and Loss)

**There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle. Albert Einstein

**For those who are willing to make an effort, great miracles and wonderful treasures are in store. Isaac Bashevis Singer

CHAPTER 26

My master removed his hand from my hip and and the other from behind my head. He carefully gathered my hair and pushed the bundle to the head of the mattress. "There, now I have room to play." He said as he tenderly nipped my earlobe between his teeth. When he released my ear, he moved his kisses to the back of my neck. His feather-light kisses fueled the fire building up in my gut.

"Master, please!" I whined.

"Hush. Don't rush me, tonight is going to be soft, slow, and gentle. Tonight, I'm simply a loving husband making love with his soul mate. Tonight, I am NOT a Dominant mindlessly fucking his submissive." He turned my face to him and kissed me. "We'll do the mindless Dom/sub thing some other night." He grinned, "Now relax and let me make love to you." He stroked both my nipples. I hissed with pleasure--I might have yelped. "Quiet Love," Brett whispered, "We don't want Valerie thinking I'm abusing you." I laughed happily as he moved down and started nursing on my hardening nubs.

Roughly 90 minutes later, I was a sweaty, quivering, thoroughly sated lump. I had traces of my husband's seed in all three of my orifices and on my hands--and in my hair! Who knew my darling, clean-cut husband fantasized about pleasuring himself with handfuls of long, red hair? Honestly, though, I enjoyed it as much as he did; but clean-up would have to wait because we were exhausted. Brett was kind enough to go to the bathroom and bring back two towels: one to sleep on, and one to wrap around my hair; we didn't want to make too big of a mess. I slept soundly; no bad dreams.

Brett and I woke up simultaneously in the morning. We leaned in for a kiss, sniffed, and then by mutual agreement, decided to wait until after we'd brushed our teeth. When we did kiss, it was long, deep, and arousing. I seriously considered dragging my husband back to bed--which I decided against when his hand got stuck in my tangled, sticky hair. But my Brett insisted on helping me wash, condition, and comb my hair until it was sparkling clean, soft, and silky smooth. Like I said: a true gentleman.

We both dressed in casual weekend clothes and strolled out of the bedroom. We found Valerie sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the TV and watching cartoons. Nick and Nora sat beside her--left and right. She had a cup of coffee in one hand and a bagel in the other. "Coffee's on." She waved toward the kitchen. The cats followed us hopefully. "Mom, don't believe them, they've been fed." Valerie called to me.

Brett and I got coffee and bagels and joined Valerie in front of the TV; Nick and Nora disappeared. Then Valerie took off. I finished my bagel and sipped coffee. I reached across and ran my finger across Brett's bagel and stole a dollop of cream cheese. I slowly, and as tantalizingly as possible, used my tongue and lips to clean my finger.

Brett leaned over and whispered, "Sweetheart, stop teasing. After last night, I'm too pooped to pop."

I pouted for about 10 second before Brett continued, "But if my little Pet doesn't behave, she's going to get her backside popped with a paddle tonight!" I shivered with delight at his 'threat'.

I was about to fire off some wiseass comment sure to get me spanked when I stopped. "Brett, why do you think it is, that when faced with those dungeon-like rooms I freak out and get all weird; but when, like just now, you call me Pet and threaten to spank me, or take a belt to me, or tie me up, I get all hot and aroused? Am I crazy."

"I don't believe you're crazy. Though I still think you'd benefit from seeing a therapist to help you deal with the abuse you suffered. Face it, Pet, you've seen and lived through horrors no one should have to endure. You are entitled to decide which room you'll enter. And when we're playing--never forget you have the right to say no."

"You always make me feel better. Thanks. I do love you...you know that, right?" I said while I cuddled as close to Brett as I could. I felt so safe when he draped his muscular arm around my shoulders. Then Brett's cell phone rang. He answered

"Hello?" He paused to listen. "Speaking. How can I help you?" He listened for quite a bit longer. "That would be acceptable. Send me the agreement and I'll sign it." One last pause. "Thanks. Goodbye."

"Well?" I hinted as Brett ended the call.

"We just agreed, in principle, to sell the land where the old house burned down. The buyer offered $435K. that's better than I thought we'd get." He took a deep breath and sighed. "Things are coming together nicely. Despite everything, I think we've been blessed with very good luck."

"Amen!" Exclaimed Valerie. She ran into the room and hugged Brett and me. "I can't possible express how much I love you guys. Thanks so much for what you've done for me." She wedged herself in between us and we all sat and watched the end of the cartoons. Then we got busy planning our move.

When Val and I began discussing how to decorate the new house, Brett listened for a little while; but took off when we got too loud. Valerie wanted her room done in a 'Steam Punk' theme. She tried explaining; but I didn't understand her vision--not that I had any better ideas. I suddenly realized I had no talent for decorating. Until I met Brett, I was happy to have a roof and a blanket...a bed was a luxury. I hoped Brett wasn't depending on me for the interior design. Help!

As usual, Brett came to the rescue. When Val and I got tired of yelling at each other, he came out of the office. "Get dressed guys. We're going visiting."

"What? Where? Who? Why?" Val and I kind of alternated questions as we sprang off the sofa.

"I'll get to that...come on, let's get ready." He paced off to the bedroom. I followed obediently behind. Nick and Nora followed Valerie. Brett dressed quickly; I slowed him down by asking him to comb and braid my hair. He didn't seem to mind. While I was naked, I stopped at my dressing table and put in all of my green-themed jewelry: clit ring, navel ring, nipple rings (have I mentioned the nipple rings and light connecting chain that Brett gifted me?), and my nose stud and earrings and their chain. I bent over, pretending to check the polish on my toenails--but really trying to tease my Master. I peeked; Brett's sweatpants displayed a significant bulge.

Satisfied I'd teased him enough, I hurried to my side of the bureau and donned a white garter belt, white stockings, thong, and matching bra. It was fairly chilly outside so I wore a calf-length plaid pleated wool skirt and a white wool sweater over my green turtleneck.

I finished dressing about the same time as my Master. "Are you ready to go?" He asked politely.

"Yes Master, this slave is ready."

The corner of his mouth twitched; he knew I was teasing him. "Slave Kari, it is very dangerous to tantalize one's Master so early in the day. Now, your Master has the entire day to contemplate an appropriate response." His mouth twitched again. "Come Slave; it's time to go."

"Yes Master." I whispered and meekly followed him from the bedroom.

When Val was ready we headed for the parking garage to get the Defender 110. "So where are we headed? What's up?" I asked.

Brett grinned. "I went to the office so I didn't have to listen to you two arguing..."

"We weren't arguing...we were discussing different opinions...loudly..." I countered with a smile. "Sir."

"That's right, Daddy." Val backed me up.

"Right. Whatever. Anyway, while I waited for you two to finish your...discussion, Annabeth Spencer called to remind me of the board meeting we need to attend next Tuesday. I mentioned to her that we'd found a house...and that I was listening to you guys argue about the décor. Annabeth put me on hold, and then came back and said the decorating team she used for her house was available for a meeting." Brett handed me a piece of paper with an address and asked me to load it into the GPS. He continued, "Annabeth claims that Stanislaus and Siara Åberg are absolute geniuses of interior design. We're on our way to their studio. I assume you still have all the photos you took of the house?" He asked. I nodded.

"I have a lot of pics too." Val called out from the back seat. "Especially the bedroom I chose."

The GPS reported we were approximately 55 minutes from our destination. I leaned back and relaxed.

"Mom?"

"Yeah?"

"That nose ring to earring chain looks awesome. Do you think I could get something like that?"

"Not right now, Sweetie. Perhaps when you're older and have a special someone..." I stopped.

"Umm...Mom. So...is that chain, like, part of the slave thing?"

"It is. Sort of." I looked at Master, hoping for some help. His smile and shrug told me I was on my own for this conversation. "You've probably noticed that the relationship between your father and I has relaxed a little bit..."

"I'd say a lot." Valerie stated.

"Yeah. Anyway, sometimes...like this morning...I need to be in full-slave mode. Wearing my nose chain and one other chain that you can't see is rather an unofficial signal from me to your father as to how I want to be treated. Today I need to be submissive...to your father...my Master. Remember though, even when I'm in slave mode, I am still your mother. Do not let my submission to your dad fool you into thinking I won't discipline you if you misbehave."

"Okay. That's good." It was quiet in the truck for a minute or so. "Mom, can I ask another question?"

"Absolutely. Never be afraid to ask a question."

"That night...when I read and signed the slave contract and y'all brought me to the house. Was that real? Would you really have held me to that contract?"

"I'll answer that." Brett spoke up. "When we believed you were 18. Yes. I would have taken you to Dirty Dave's and had you pierced, tattooed, and your hair changed to suit me--just like Slave Kari. You would have been collared and expected to serve me faithfully. I would have expected sex and you would have slept in a cage--again, just like slave Kari--until you earned a bed of your own. But as soon as you walked into our house, I knew there was no way that you were 18. Our immediate concern was to try and protect you...but you ran away."

"Yeah. That was not my best decision. I got scared by the wrong things. Another question?"

"Go ahead."

"The first time we met...in the parking garage...on the phone I heard a woman call you Master. Does that mean that there other people...couples...in similar relationships?"

"Yes. Remember at our wedding in our suite...all those couples were in master/slave relations."

"Same sex?" Val looked surprised.

"Why not?" I spoke up. "Your father and I are part of a group called 'The Gathering'. There are couples of every persuasion: Man/Woman, Man/Man, Woman/Woman, Woman/man. There is no bigotry, only Dominants and their submissives."

"Huh!" Valerie grunted. "I'm not so sure about that anymore. Umm...that contract I signed..."

"Relax Sweetie." I turned and smiled, "You weren't old enough. Besides...who is Celeste?"

"Never heard of her." Valerie grinned.

We arrived at the Åberg Design Studio. It looked very modern; lots of glass, chrome, blacks and whites with splashes of color. A woman--a beautiful woman--greeted us at the door and introduced herself as Siara Åberg. We were quickly joined by her brother Stanislaus.

Brett introduced us. Stanislaus repeated that he and Siara had spoken with Annabeth. Up front, he asked us if we had a budget in mind. Brett answered that we had nothing to transfer after the fire at the old house, and that this would be a basement to attic, floor to ceiling design job.

The Åbergs nodded. Siara asked what kind of house we had. I pulled out my phone and handed it to her.

"Ooh! A log home? Outstanding!" She seemed enthusiastic. "Rather like a hunting lodge I expect?"

"I was thinking more of a comfortable country retreat." I suggested. Brett nodded. "I really like the wood and leather furniture that the former owner will be taking out."

After that it was question after question: what do we love; what do we hate; favorite colors; hated colors; what order we want the rooms completed (that question amused Brett, "Bedroom, bathroom, kitchen--then everything else," He laughed.)

"Don't forget my bedroom," Valerie reminded us.

"Relax Dear," Siara answered, "Teenage female bedrooms are a specialty of mine." Valerie gasped and started laughing. Siara blushed, and chuckled, "That didn't come out the way I intended. Sorry."

We chatted for about an hour; agreed to meet at the house the next Friday evening to go through the place room by room and discuss options. Finally, the Åbergs handed each of us a 30-part questionnaire, and asked us to fill in as many preferences as possible and then scan and e-mail them back.

On the way back to the hotel, we stopped at a small state park. We got out of the SUV and walked along the 3-mile trail around the lake. On the far side of the lake, we sat for a while and watched a Great Blue Heron fishing for its dinner. We got back to our vehicle just as the sun started to settle. We caught a beautiful reflection of the sunset on the lake. It was marvelous; I snapped about 15 pictures before the brilliant vivid colors began to fade.

It was funny how a simple, unplanned side trip like that could mean so much to a family. We got home and found Nick and Nora racing around the suite. Valerie fed them while I called room service for three large chef salads for our dinner. Then Valerie and I played rock-paper-scissors to determine who'd clean the cat boxes; I lost. Valerie danced around, happily declaring herself the world champion.

I was in the kitchen washing my hands when the salads arrived. At about the same time our phone rang; it was the front desk reminding us that we hadn't picked up our mail. After we finished eating our salads, I dispatched Valerie to get the mail.

She came back with a shoebox full of stuff. On top was a large manila envelope addressed to Valerie. It contained a notarized copy of our certificate of adoption and a separate copy of the court order for her name change. "Well, Mom, Dad, looks like you're stuck with me now."

"Excellent." Brett responded, "But you'd better not run away again. Deal?"

"Deal." Valerie dropped her envelope and grabbed Brett and me into a hug. "Let's see what else is in the box. Junk, junk, junk, junk...wait here's a letter for mom...junk, junk. Jeez, what a bunch of garbage. Hey! Here's a furniture catalogue...this could come in handy, right?"

I slit open the letter; it had been forwarded from WAMA. It turned out to be from Katherine Hellsen and the other members of the Sisterhood of the Rose, inviting us all to the Hellsen home over the Thanksgiving holiday.

"Can we go...please?" I pleaded to Brett.

"Sure, why not. Go ahead and respond...don't forget to ask if they'd like us to bring anything." Brett ordered.

"Mom, Dad, what's this Sisterhood of the Rose?"

"Val, I know this isn't what you want to hear; but I can't tell you. When we get there our hosts may tell you but your father and I promised to never tell anyone."

"But you said I could ask any question." Valerie complained.

"Yes I did. Sorry Sweetie, this is one I just can't answer. You'll have to wait."

"Does this have something to do with the rose tattoo on your back?" She persisted.

"Yes. Now, no more about this." I said with finality. "Just a reminder," I continued, "Your father and I have to return to work tomorrow, and your tutors will be coming to start getting you ready for school. Are you ready?"

Valerie nodded.

"What have I told you about nodding. It's rude."

"Sorry Mom. I'm ready; I've done all the reading the tutors required."

"Excellent. Remember to keep your phone handy; I'll check in with you periodically...feel free to text me; but be patient, I imagine I'll be busy. Text me 9-1-1 if you have a real emergency and I'll respond immediately."

"Speaking of busy," Brett looked up from his phone, "I just received a meeting schedule for tomorrow. I guarantee we'll be busy. Bring your walking shoes."

"Sounds like fairy tale time is over. The real world is demanding our attention." Valerie said with a grin, "I can't wait to start kicking ass...sorry." She grinned guiltily. "I'm going to get ready for bed. Take a shower, etc." She kissed Brett and me good night and left us on the sofa.

Brett and I turned on some soft classical music. I forgot to ask what it was. I kneeled in front of him and grasped his hands, "Master, thank you so much for taking care of that awful room. I could not have lived in that house knowing it was there." After that we stayed silent and simply listened to the music.

When the music ended. Brett stood, took my hand, and led me back to our bedroom.

"And Master, thank you for the beautiful house. I promise I'll do everything in my power to make it a loving and supportive home for you and our daughter."

"Kari, you don't have to..."

"Yes Master, I do. As your slave, nothing could give me greater pleasure than providing a pleasant home life."

"Kari..."

"Please Master, before my courage fails me. All my life I've dreamed of living in a safe, comfortable home, as part of a loving family. I can't tell you how excited I am to have the chance to serve you and keep your house and take care of our daughter...and future children."

"Kari...I'm confused and I can't read you...right now...are we playing?" I gave him the slightest push so that he sat on the edge of the mattress.

"Master, I truly crave your dominance and discipline. Totally submitting myself to your whims and notions makes me the happiest woman in the world." I glanced down; my master's trousers were bulging. I reached out and stroked the hardness before releasing his belt and sliding down the zipper. I freed him from the confines of his shorts and trousers, then dived down and swallowed every millimeter of his beautiful sex. It had been 15 hours since we showered and he tasted a little musky, a little tangy--it was more delicious than any meal I'd ever eaten. As I lifted up to breathe, I glanced up. My Master had his eyes closed; he was chewing on his bottom lip. I dived back down and felt his hips starting to vibrate as I massaged him with my tongue.

His hip movements became more urgent; I grabbed both his hands in mine. I let him slip from my lips for just a second as I looked up and met his eyes, "Master! Please cum for me. Make this slave yours."

I saw the look in his eyes change as he finally, truly understood and accepted my submission. He threw off my hands and firmly grabbed great handfuls of my hair. He pulled my head down, and drove his sex into my mouth and down my throat deeper than ever before. "Suck me!" He demanded. "Suck my cock, Slave!" He hissed as he pulled me on and off of his raging hard-on. "I'm gonna cum now Slave. You'd better swallow every bit!" He groaned and blasted his semen into my mouth. I savored every drop before letting him loose.