Karis New Life Pt 04

A Rose Called Miracle

Book #4, Part 4

Author's Note: This is the fourth and final 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 simply coincidence. As with the first three books, it is made much more interesting by people of different races, religions, and sexual preferences...And I still believe the world would be a better place if Douravia really existed.

KARI'S NEW LIFE

**Out of difficulties grow miracles. Jean de la Bruyere

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"Yes Mother." I skulked upstairs like a repentant child. I changed my mind about what to wear and chose the bright pink and red flowery dress that sat a couple inches above my knees. I wrapped a red silk scarf around my neck for decoration and put on low heels. After doing my makeup I started downstairs. I met Robert coming up; he said he was there to escort me. I linked my arm into his and we descended the grand staircase together.

It seemed as though the whole world had crowded into Kate and David's living room. Robert and I joined the throng and we circulated from group to group. Robert limited his conversational topics to the weather and how much he hoped for a white Christmas this year; and baseball--which he claimed he was still trying to understand. A couple people off to one side began a heated discussion concerning U.S. immigration policies. We were close by and they tried to draw me into it. I started to speak; Robert squeezed my hand very firmly. I looked at him. He gave his head the tiniest shake 'no'.

Elizabeth came in with little Emma by her side. "Everyone, Dinner is ready. Come and get it!"

"Eat!" Emma announced. Liz patted her on the head and they hurried back to the kitchen. Robert and I were alone. "Why did you do...?" I started, but Robert leaned over and kissed me.

"Kari, I'm sorry for interrupting you like that, but I'm a diplomat and in gatherings like this, I avoid all discussions that even hint at politics. There's too much chance of misunderstandings; we can't afford that."

"And since I'm with you..." It was my turn to interrupt, "I'd better watch what I say because it could reflect on you?"

"The weather is always a fascinating subject." Robert grinned. "Shall we eat?" He offered me his arm and we went to the dining room. My God! You should have seen the food that Naomi and Elizabeth had set out. There were four large turkeys (two roasted, one fried, one smoked), about six bowls each of mashed and sweet potatoes, several casseroles, and of course, cornbread sausage stuffing which Elizabeth and Naomi insisted Emma had made by herself.

Two hours later I pushed back from that table. I was full, but not disabled. Honestly, there was more talking than eating...and there was a whole lot of eating...back and forth across the table.

"Girls!" Kate started pointing at her daughters and then Deirdre and Desirée (Jacob and Henri's daughters). "Into the kitchen, Naomi will give you instructions for cleaning up."

Groans of "Awww Mom!" and "Mrs. Hellsen!" Accompanied the teen girls as they moped toward the kitchen. "Don't laugh boys," Kate snapped at the laughing teen boys, "You'll be working tonight. And Valerie...don't think I don't see you hiding behind Stephen; get yourself into the kitchen and help."

The adults casually hurried out of the dining room...before Kate could put us to work...and we gathered again in the living room with bottles of wine (and ginger ale for Natalie and me.) The TV came out of the wall and David turned on an American football game. Robert suggested changing channels to watch English Soccer; but the crowd ignored him. He offered me a glass of wine, which I declined. I admitted to him that for many years I'd lied and told everyone that alcohol made me sick. The truth is, I just don't like the taste; to me it's nasty. Robert leaned over and whispered that his Sascha was the same way.

"You seem to attract women who don't drink?" I suggested with a smile. His smile was sad, and his eyes started to glaze, "Robert! Please, whatever it is...talk to me. You know you can talk to me, right?"

He took a deep breath, "Sorry. It's just that one night, a long time ago, Sascha and I went out to dinner at a seafood restaurant in Boston. I asked the sommelier to recommend a wine for someone who doesn't like wine. Sascha actually liked it. Two days later we found out Sascha was pregnant." He stared at the ceiling. I simply held his hands. "We were so excited about the baby...as the due date approached, I ordered several bottles of that wine so we could celebrate when the baby finished breast feeding. Obviously, we never got to open them. I think they're still in storage back in Douravia. Would you like to try it some day?"

"I'm game. When?" The color started coming back into his pale skin.

"Well, Stephen and I will be returning to Douravia over the Christmas holiday for a Devereaux family get together. Would you and Valerie like to join us? Perhaps start getting to know the family?"

"I'd like that...but I'm not sure. I'd have to arrange time off from my job; I'll check with my boss. Let's see, what else? Oh yeah, I'll have to make travel arrangements. Wait! I don't have a passport."

"Hmm? That could be a problem..." I started feeling sick, I really wanted to go, "Unless you're a close personal friend of the Douravian Ambassador. Oh wait! That's me, isn't it?" His grin shined like the sun. "And as far as travel goes, if you can get free of work, I'll take care of travel arrangements. Come on, let's get up and stretch our legs a bit and burn off Naomi's glorious calories."

We got our coats and went outside. The sun was going down and the sky was a lovely soft blue shot through with pink. We walked two fast laps around the Hellsen's property; scared Michael Hellsen and Deirdre half to death when we found them entangled with each other in the gazebo. They ran off. Robert and I took their place on the little bench. "So, are you busy tomorrow?" Robert asked.

"Not that I know of...why?"

"I'll contact my friend at the U.S. Department of State and get you set up for a passport. I've worked with him a few times on short notice. We shouldn't have any problems."

"It's that simple?"

"State is a bunch of diplomats; I'm a diplomat; we do business.

"I won't...more importantly you won't get in any trouble?"

"Nope. It's just government to government cooperation. We'll need to talk to Valerie."

"I'm sure she'll be absolutely horrified at the idea of travelling overseas with Stephen and you." I laughed. "I think she'll need a passport also. Think you can get two favors?" Robert simply smiled and helped me slide closer to him.

We'd just gotten comfortable; our arms, hands, and lips in just the right spots when we heard Valerie and Stephen calling us. They demanded that we join them for a trivia contest. Team Devereaux/Noonan cleaned up. Between Robert and Stephen's excellent educations, Valerie's eidetic memory, and my...staying out of the way, the other teams didn't stand a chance. Our prize, you ask? Simply bragging rights until next Thanksgiving. I spent a few seconds fantasizing about what the next 365 days held in store for me. And Valerie. And Stephen. And Robert.

After the game and our team's victory celebration--we had first pick of the leftovers--Robert and I sat down with Val and Stephen. We discussed a Christmas trip to Douravia. Valerie had the same concern as I about the passports. Robert simply told her to be ready at 10:00 AM and to dress decently.

"Isn't ten kind of late?" Val asked.

Robert and I exchanged a glance, "Your mother and I may sleep late; we've had a long day."

"You guys are taking off again? Spending the night?"

"We are." I answered as Robert put his arm around me.

"Excellent. Maybe you should just take your things with you?" She hinted.

"Will you be okay?"

"Relax Mom. The girls and Mrs. Hellsen will keep me on the straight and narrow. Plus, Stephen and I have pledged to each other that our first time will be on our wedding night. Don't smirk Mom; we're serious!"

I turned to Robert, "I'll go gather my things?" He nodded.

"I'll keep the kids company until you're ready to go, Honey...Kari." I hurried upstairs to the guest suite. I gathered all my toiletries and folded and repacked all my clothing. About the time I was packing away my last dress, Robert knocked on my door frame, "Okay if I come in?"

"Sure. Almost ready. The kids okay?"

"They are. The girls came and led Valerie away. Then the Hellsen boys showed up and took Stephen for a video game tournament."

"Good." I stepped into his arms for a hug and kiss. When it ended, Robert insisted on carrying my larger bag. We dropped my bags by the main door then went through the kitchen and living room saying goodbye. Kate asked if I'd told Valerie. I assured her I had, and Val was totally fine.

Robert took his time on the drive to the Morningside's. I tried to discuss the logistics of our possible trip to Douravia. Robert smiled and told me not to worry about it; he'd take care of everything once we knew our dates. We got to Morningside House. We saw Mrs. Morningside bustling around a loaded buffet table in the common room as we passed by to take my stuff up to the suite. Robert helped me hang things up; he seemed particularly interested in the dark green cocktail dress I'd packed for 'just in case'.

"I bought that for a dinner at the realtor's convention in New Orleans."

"I'd love to see you wear it some time."

"Well...play your cards right...you never know." I gave him a wink as he finally placed it in the closet. "I'd like to go downstairs and check out Mrs. Morningside's buffet."

"Just out of curiosity, how do your piercings feel?"

"Not bad. They still sting a little bit; but it's not bad. Thanks for reminding me though; I need to take them out and clean everything before bedtime." I folded and put away the last of my lingerie.

"Are you ready to go downstairs?" Robert asked. I nodded and gathered my purse. I looked Robert over and asked him to re-tuck his shirt and comb his hair.

He sighed, "People know who you are," I continued, "You should try to look neat. Besides, well-groomed men are very exciting for me...most women, really." He finished tidying up, "Mmm. Now you look yummy."

We went downstairs. A lot of people had gathered around the buffet. Robert and I each had a small salad. I began to regret asking him to tidy up; several of the women in the room were eyeing him like lionesses stalking a slow antelope. Damn! I was jealous about a man I'd known less than two days.

We socialized with the other folks downstairs for a little over an hour. I stayed close to Robert without being clingy. Finally, as Mrs. Morningside walked up asking if we wanted coffee or dessert, Robert firmly took my hand and turned to me, "Sweetheart I'm tired. How about you? Ready for bed?"

"Bed sounds good. Let's head up." We said goodnight and we went back to our room. Robert unlocked the door and held it as I entered. He closed the door behind us and before I could take a step, he circled his arms around me from behind. "Ouch! Shit!" I jumped. Robert let go and stepped back. He looked horrified. I just rubbed my belly and laughed.

"What happened?"

"When you hugged me, my dress snagged on my navel piercing; that yell was more surprise than pain. Sorry, I'm fine...really."

"You're sure?"

I unbuttoned my dress and removed it. I unhooked my bra and slid it off before I moved directly in front of Robert, "I'm fine." I hefted my breasts to show him. He quickly pushed my hands out of the way and did his own hefting and then a thorough examination...very thorough; front, back, top...bottom. I didn't object as he led me to the bed and continued his examination. In fact, he cared so much that he inspected my clit hood piercing two separate times with his fingers and his tongue, and a final check with his steel hard cock. That final inspection was also very thorough and the results very satisfactory, although messy.

After a short break to catch our breath, I removed all my jewelry and set it to soak in sanitizing solution while Robert and I showered. He insisted on making sure that all my piercing holes were absolutely clean. When we finished showering and had dried, we returned to the bedroom. I rinsed off my jewelry, but when I started to put them in, Robert asked if he could help.

I did my helix hoops myself and let him start on my earlobes. He did those easily, so I let him do my nipple bars. He got the horizontal bars in okay; but seemed to be a little slow, perhaps clumsy would be a better word, attaching the screw-on beads. "Hey! Are you working or playing down there?" I asked without opening my eyes.

"Does it feel good?"

"Yesss." I hissed with delight as he pinched both nipples and jiggled my breasts.

"Then it doesn't matter, does it?" He said with some authority. He eventually finished securing the bead on my second nipple. Then he did something different; with one hand he squeezed my left nipple--I felt pressure but not pain--and then started sliding the bar back and forth with his other hand. It felt so good; as if a tiny penis was penetrating my nipple and thrusting in and out. My eyes popped open as the orgasm started with a small tingle in the very base of my nipple and rippled outwards through the rest of my body. As soon as I stopped shaking and closed my eyes again, he repeated the act on my right breast.

When I stopped shaking the second time, he lightly kissed each of my now tender buds, then abandoned them and moved to my navel. "For the navel and clit, do you want the screw on beads up or down?" He asked as he ran a finger lightly around my belly button.

"Up."

He was a bit awkward with the navel bar. I jumped a little at the sting. "Did that hurt?" He whispered.

"Yes; but don't you dare stop. A little pain is okay. I don't mind it." He'd wormed another of my secrets out of me. He finished with my navel and got the bar in my clit hood installed quite easily; he didn't play and tease nearly as much as he did with my breasts. It seemed like he was a 'breast man'; I could live with that.

Robert lay back breathing hard; his breathing wasn't the only thing hard. I rolled on top and kissed him. I tipped my hips a bit and slid him between my labia and deep inside. I leaned forward and rotated on him and gasped in pain as my clit hood piercing got stretched out. I hesitated for a second before I tried again. I lifted off, "I'm sorry baby. That hurts too much...even for me."

I slid down the bed and slipped his twitching cock between my lips. I was neither subtle nor gentle; I savaged the head of his sex with my lips, tongue, and mouth. At the same time, I stroked the underside of his erection with my fingernail; gradually working my way down to tease his balls, and the tender skin between his ball sack and anal ring. Without warning him I stoked my finger across the ring. Robert arched his back, grunted, and blasted his seed down my throat. As I swallowed and started to clean him, he flopped back on the bed, "Good Lord Kari, I thought I was having a seizure." He gasped as he tried to catch his breath.

"I've never done that before. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Sorry." I smiled and took him back in my mouth to finish cleaning him. Robert reached down and urged me to slide back up. He kissed me and I pushed myself close to him. He gently stroked the side of my face and my hair while he stared into my eyes."

"Kari?"

"Hmm?"

"You worried me."

"Me? How?"

"Umm...earlier you said you liked the pain. But just now you said it hurt too much. I don't know how to process that."

"Yeah. Sometimes even I struggle with that." I paused for a moment. "I suppose the easiest distinction would be to understand the difference between simple pain and pain due to injury. For example, in the course of making love let's suppose you're inspired to put me across your knees and give me a good spanking. I could very easily get aroused and enjoy an orgasm. The spanking would sting and hurt and leave my bottom red and sore; but I wouldn't be injured. Then, just now when I tried to ride you, I stopped because I could feel my clit hood getting ready to tear. That would be an injury."

"So how do I know the difference?"

"Robert, Baby, if you decide I deserve a little pain, I'll trust you. But you have to swear that if I say stop, you stop. Trust me to stop you only when our play starts bordering on injury. I won't stop you just because I'm a little uncomfortable."

He sighed, "If I can't make myself...you know."

"That's just a small, unimportant thing." I pushed forward to kiss him. He was once again fully erect and pressing against me, "But from what I feel down here, I have a feeling it's not going to be a problem. Is it?"

"No, I don't think so. I wonder, though, how I'll know..."

"Right. I think we should relax and sleep. Honey, in the morning, if you're willing, we can discuss the things we each absolutely refuse to even consider." We kissed. I closed my eyes.

"Sweetheart," Robert began, "May I ask you one more question?"

"Of course. Anything."

"How do you feel about...um...you know..." He reached down and lightly patted my bottom.

"Are you asking about anal sex?" God his blushing was adorable.

"Yes."

"As long as you start gently, and use plenty of lube, I absolutely love having my man's hard cock in my bottom." With that issue settled, we fell asleep.

I woke up in the morning and rolled over to find Robert staring at me. "What?"

"You were sleeping so peacefully; I didn't want to wake you. We should get moving though, we have a busy day." I gave him a kiss before I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. I showered and shampooed using the Morningside's wonderful smelling toiletries. I used my own deep conditioner. I stepped out of the shower. Robert was standing naked at the left-side sink shaving. I toweled myself dry; I decided we didn't have time for playing, so I wrapped a dry towel around myself.

I brushed my teeth and swept my hair back--I needed to get it trimmed. I put on basic makeup and went back to the living area. I looked around and quickly returned to Robert in the bathroom, "Robert, how should I dress?"

"Dress how you want people to see you." Well...that wasn't the answer I was hoping for. So how do I want to be seen today? I want to be...cool and in control. So, jeans, well-fitting white blouse, piercings, mid-high heels, and my black leather suit jacket. I cleaned my jewelry and put everything into place. I donned my nicest white lace panty and bra. I was slipping on my blouse when Robert walked back into the room. I admired his taut, muscular backside as I shimmied into my jeans.

I sat down long enough to pull on my heels. I got up again and found my phone. I called Valerie.

"Yeah? What?" She sounded groggy.

"Good morning, Val Honey. How are you?"

"Mom? It's only nine. What's up?"

"Robert and I are going down to breakfast right now and then we'll be on our way to pick up you and Stephen. You and I are going to have our pictures done and then go get passports."

"Yeah. Okay. Wait...why do we need passports?"

"Don't you remember? Prince Edwin has invited us to join the Devereaux family in Douravia for Christmas vacation. Remember, we talked about it last night?"

"Oh yeah. Right. Awesome. I'd better hurry. Bye."

"See ya'." I started to disconnect the call. I heard Valerie yell to wait. "Yeah, what?" I asked her.

"So...um...Mom? Ah...Did you have a good night?"

"Very, very good. Now go clean up and get dressed."

"Yes Mom. Bye Mom." I could hear Valerie giggling as she cut the call.

I turned around and Robert was dressed in a nice, dark blue suit, white shirt, and necktie. He sat on the sofa to tie his shoes. "You look nice." I commented. "Is this how you dress for your government work?"