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  “Likewise, my Treasure. You are mine until I am no more.”

  She hugs me tight until she says, “Jack, could we go one more time before we have to get ready?” She slowly raises her inquiring grin to see my reaction.

  “Oh, yeah!” is all I have to say. I whisk her up and carry her back to our bed as she squeals her joy.

  Chapter 2 - Wine and Roses

  After making love again, we hurry into the shower to get ready. I swear, I haven’t been this virile since I was 18. I seem ready to go any time. There is no recovery required as long as I have a willing partner. Apparently I create semen at a much faster rate, too. I can remember having to wait for recharging and tapering in the amount of cum delivered. Apparently that’s in my past. Weird. Maybe it comes with the Green Lord thing.

  I let Kristina shower first, so she has more time after and also to reduce my temptation to take her yet again. Naked, she walks past me toweling her hair. She blesses me with a quick kiss on the cheek, and then disappears towards the guest room.

  I shower, shave, deodorize, and dress in an unusual ensemble for me. White t-shirt, dark blue paisley silk boxers, white formal shirt tucked into classic cut tuxedo trousers held aloft by black braces. I put a slim shoulder rig with my Sig P365 under a classic cut black tuxedo coat, hand-tied bow tie, and patent leather oxfords. I have a white silk scarf and black wool overcoat for outside that I drape over the couch. I grab a glass of water from the fridge, but it only makes it about half-way to my mouth before Kristina appears as a vision at the end of the hall.

  She is wearing a red velvet sleeveless gown the same color as the red velveteen roses I have on the table for her. The gown clasps her diminutive décolletage tightly to create a slight rise above the gown that accentuates the beautiful cut of her lean shoulders and collarbones. She has a pearl choker at the base of her throat. The breast of the dress is split about four inches from the top to give the illusion of deeper décolletage, and the bodice clings to her trim athletic frame before flaring into a flowing skirt with a short train. The skirt is split to the front on the right side to reveal her shapely leg encased in matching sheer stockings from thigh to toe inside three-inch heels that match the dress in color and texture. Her sculpted shoulders are wrapped in a matching red velvet wrap. Kristina has mascara and a light shadow around her eyes that appears to be the same shade as her stockings, and maybe a hint of shadow to accent her natural cheekbones. She has whipped her pixie-cut hair into a perfect coif that begs for a rose. She is stunning.

  She hasn’t noticed me yet as she fidgets with her skirt and wrap, so I just stand there like an idiot with a glass suspended in front of me, drinking in the vision of her instead. She finally gives up with a cute little frown and looks to the bedroom before scanning the great room to find me standing there struck dumb in the kitchen. Her eyes pop wide open.

  “Kristina, my darling. You are beautiful always, but you have really outdone yourself this time. You look like a goddess.”

  She drops her eyes as a crimson blush flows up her neck and into her cheeks. “Thank you, my Lord. You’re too kind.”

  “No, darling. I was struck dumb by your beauty. I’m just now recovering my ability to speak.”

  She hides her face, “Thank you, Jack. You look very dashing yourself. I was just thinking I need to up my game.”

  I rush to comfort her, taking about a step before noticing there is a glass in my hand, spinning to set it on the island, then resuming my rescue of my beautiful diminutive lady.

  I wrap her in my arms, enjoying that her face is closer to mine, courtesy of the heels. “Krissie my love, you blow me away already. You’ll slay me if you up your game any more.” I kiss her reverently, but she pulls me to her and things heat up quickly.

  When we part, she says with a grin, “And now you know why I have no lipstick on. I knew it would end up all over my face.”

  I chuckle with her and kiss her nose before going back to my glass of water. “Do you need a drink, my Love?”

  She shakes her head, “No. I drained two glasses while you were in the shower, I had to pee right after I got into the dress,” she says with a frown.

  I drain mine and put it in the sink.

  Kristina points to the vase on the table, “I would love to put one of those rosebuds in my hair, but it would keep falling out. They match my dress perfectly.”

  I decide I want to show off for my lady. One of the things I learned in my last visit to Cherry is that my Verdic heritage gives me an affinity for living matter. In practical terms, it means that I can feel plants and animals around me. In theory, it also means I can move plants or people’s limbs or draw them to me physically without any willing participation because I can call living matter to me. It’s tricky, and I will need to practice a lot and exert a shit-ton of will to do it. More headaches. O’ren had me practice by calling cut flowers and firewood to me. Some of the bruises I got were from accidentally flogging myself with firewood rather than Tr’niel beating my ass with a practice sword. So, to fulfill my lady’s wish I reach my grasping hand towards the vase, concentrate on a single stem, and lift it up and out of the vase with my will before pulling into my open hand.

  “Jack, are you doing that? That’s amazing!”

  I walk over to the garbage. “What’s amazing is that I didn’t knock the vase over. I have spilled gallons of water learning the lessons of ‘select one,’ ‘lift it straight up before bringing it to you,’ etcetera.” She laughs as I will the thorns to separate and fall into the garbage. Then I pinch off all but four inches of stem, leaving it in the trash. I raise the bud to my face, “I am tasking you to decorate my lady’s beauty with your own. Clasp her hair until she removes you.” With the simple charm in place, I hand it to Kristina, “Krissie, I wouldn’t presume to know how best to place this, but I’m pretty certain it will stay until you release it. No guarantees, as I’m still learning, but I’m pretty certain.”

  She smiles as she takes the bud from my hand and returns to the guest bath to place the rosebud. I successfully repeat my feat of extracting a rose stem with my will, and clean the thorns from it as my phone dings. I confirm it is a text from the limo company, and lay the stem on the couch. I drape the scarf around my neck. I pull on the coat as Kristina comes back.

  “Limo is here, darling.”

  “That’s a good look on you, Jack.”

  “I do have to put some effort into not looking bad beside you, Krissie. I think the coat is too much.” I pull it back off. “It’s only supposed to get down to 45 degrees tonight, and I’ll be tucked in bed next to you before it gets that cold.”

  “Hmmm, I like the sound of that, my Lord.”

  “Me too, sweetheart. Your scepter, my Lady.” I hand her the rose stem. I pat my holster, and then check the hallway on the iPad app. Satisfied, I offer her an arm as I open the door.

  “I wish you could leave the gun, Jack.”

  “Me too, Kristina. However, the Summer Court attack a couple of weeks back spooked me, and I’m not about to take chances with your safety. Eventide is probably sufficient, but I would rather have a ranged weapon and not need it rather than need it and not have it.”

  We step on the lift, and she kisses my cheek as I press the button for the ground floor. “Thank you for caring for my safety, Jack.”

  I look at her. “Thank you for loving me, Krissie, despite all the shit I’ve dragged into your life.”

  She smiles shyly, “I have no choice in loving you, Jack. I just do.”

  As the door opens I ask, “Who is this shy maiden on my arm?”

  Kristina leers at me, “Enjoy it while it lasts, big man. I suspect she’s going to disappear rapidly.”

  As we walk out the front door of the building, we are greeted by a liveried, middle-aged Hispanic man that is barely taller than Kristina in her heels. He holds the door of a black Towncar open, and I hand Kristina into the car before offering him my hand.

  “Hello, I’m Jack.”

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bsp; He looks surprised, “Hello Jack,” he says in a Chicago accent with a very slight Latino overtone. “I’m Ed. Your text should say ‘Eduardo’ is your driver. That would be me.”

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ed. What’s our route?” I ask.

  He nods, “101 to the 51 to I-10 to 7th street to Van Buren to 3rd Street to the limo drop off.”

  “Great, Ed. My lady’s safety is paramount to me, so no need to rush. We have plenty of time.”

  Ed grins, “As it should be, Jack. I’ll take good care of you both.”

  I grin back, “I am sure you will. Thanks, Ed.” I crawl in back next to Krissie, who has arranged her skirts to her satisfaction with a flash of thigh showing. She looks delicious. I think, ‘How in the hell did I get so lucky?’

  Ed pulls out into traffic as I survey the scene...okay, as I fail in my attempt to look at anything that isn’t Krissie’s exposed thigh. I eventually take note that the bouquet of roses and champagne I ordered are in place and there is a privacy screen and control box on the console.

  “Wine and Roses, Kristina. As requested.” I look into her moist eyes and radiant smile. Pointing to the roses, “I went with the classics at the house, but I thought a little creativity here might be nice.” These are cream colored with burgundy bleeding into the cream from the tips of the petals. I have no idea what they are called.

  “They are gorgeous, Jack! Thank you!”

  I pop the cork on the chilled Moët et Chandon brut without making a mess, and bubble it into the two flutes.

  Handing one to Kristina, I propose “A toast! To wine and roses and my Lady fair!”

  Kristina raises hers, “To my gallant knight who spoils me rotten!” We touch glasses and taste the champagne. “Nice!” she says.

  I just sit there sipping my drink with my fingertips gently caressing her slender neck.

  After watching me watch her for a couple of miles, she says “You are awfully quiet, Mr. Jerome.”

  “I am in awe of you, Ms. Unterberg. Your beauty. Your wit. Your passion. Your intellect. You are the total package, and for some unknown reason you’ve chosen to give all that glory and grace to me. I don’t understand it, but my grandfather always told me, ‘Jack, don’t question good luck; just go with it.’ My grandfather was a VERY wise man.”

  Kristina hands me her glass, “Then he would probably tell you to just go with this, too.” I take it and she leans in to kiss me as her hands reach for my trousers. “I have noticed you paying a lot of attention to my stockings, Jack. You like?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “I’m curious if Little Jack approves.” She gets the trousers unfastened and opens the zip. “Oo! These are nice, Jack. No flannel tonight?”

  “No, ma’am. Tonight is top shelf all the way.”

  “Little Jack, Little Jack! Come out to pla-ay!” she coos. Things start looking up. “Oh! You are glad to see me! I was worried, Little Jack. Come here and give Krissie a kiss.”

  She sucks the head into her mouth and laves the glans with her tongue. Sitting up, she plucks her champagne flute out of my hand, takes a liberal sip, returns it, and leans down. She sucks Little Jack into her mouth, magically managing to not get champagne in my crotch. The cool, light effervescence of the champagne with the soft warmth of Krissie’s mouth is heavenly on my cock. She slides down my rod until I bump the back of her mouth, then swallows my head with the champagne down into her throat until her nose is buried in my thatch. She slides back and forth so I’m fucking her throat as she continues swallowing rapidly. ‘Shit! I’m gonna come quickly if she keeps that up!’

  Apparently she’s not ready for that because she slides completely off him and sits back. “How do you like your shy maiden now, Jack?” she asks as she reaches her right hand into her décolletage to extract a lipstick. She pulls a small compact out of a hidden pocket in the flounces of her dress, and then languidly brushes the lip paint onto her soft lips. She looks at me as she puts her toys away with a little smack of her wet lips.

  “Ooooh! She’s wo-o-onderful!” I coo to her.

  “Jack, I fully expect some of our beautiful ladies to have their hands and other body parts on Little Jack tonight. I want to mark my territory.” Then she leans back over and sucks me all the way down her throat in one motion. Keeping her eyes up looking into mine. She firmly wraps her lips around the base of my cock and resumes that quick swallowing motion with her throat. She cups my balls with one hand, while sliding the other up my torso under my shirt. She slowly bats her eyes and hums as she runs her fingers through the hair on my torso, all while milking me with her throat.

  Things are getting desperate on my end. “Krissie, I’m about to give you an appetizer.” She bats her eyes again as she picks up the pace on the milking, tickling my balls gently with her fingers. She is just barely able to nod with my cock that deep in her throat. Finally the pressure builds, and I’m not even interested in trying to hold it back. I blast my seed into my lover’s stomach as she continues to milk me through multiple spurts with a blissful look on her face.

  After I stop feeding her, Kristina slowly slides her mouth off Little Jack with a pop of suction. She plants a kiss on his helmet and says, “Tonight you are all mine, Little Jack. I stake my claim here and now. All others must ask my permission. Are we clear?” Little Jack pushes a little drop out to signal his acquiescence. She licks it up, and then carefully puts him away and puts my clothes back in order. She sits up, and I hand her drink to her. That allows me to free a hand to pull her into a kiss.

  I murmur into her lips, “That shy little maiden desperately needs fucked.”

  “Yes, she does,” is Kristina’s breathless response.

  She leans into me and sips her champagne as we pass Camelback heading towards the I-10. Ten minutes later the flutes are empty, and we are navigating the surface streets of downtown Phoenix. Ed whisks us to the VIP drop-off of Talking Stick Resort arena, and launches out to open the door. I step out, making sure my holster remains covered by my coat. I survey the scene, and Ed is apparently doing the same. I reach inside and help my lady step out. She is cradling her roses in her arms, with her scepter laying on top. Ed indicates the correct entrance, and I thank him before we take off.

  Chapter 3 - Checking in

  I show the greeter my tickets, and she scans our tickets before directing us to a concierge that looks suspiciously like Geri, one of my Ravens, in a glittering little black cocktail dress with sheer black stockings, complete with seam up the back, and four-inch ‘fuck me pumps.’

  Geri leads us to an elevator with a sexy, gentle sway in her hips. She puts the elevator on hold as soon as the door closes. I tell her, “Geri, you look beautiful as always.”

  Her moon-kissed skin blushes prettily. “Thank you, my Lord. But I cannot compete with your Lady. Kristina, you’re a vision! I love how you look.” She steps close and a tissue magically appears in her hand as she dabs at Kristina’s lipstick. “Krissie, you naughty girl! What have you been doing? You didn’t give up the goodies before the date ends, did you?”

  Kristina blushes, “I barely made it through the door of his apartment before I jumped his lovely cock. I’ve had more orgasms this afternoon than I’ve had all year!”

  Geri laughs, “Excepting Thanksgiving?”

  Kristina chuckles, “I think the correct answer is ‘no,’ but I lost count both times. I can’t say for sure.”

  “As it should be,” says the juicy red-head. She cocks an eye, “So, were you marking your territory before getting upstairs.” Kristina nods as Geri holds her hand out palm up. “Good for you, girlfriend.” Krissie puts her lipstick in Geri’s hand. “You know we’re all going to be trying to get it tonight. Prancing around in this sexy little outfit has got me wound pretty tight, if you know what I mean. I got moist just putting it on. You keep it all if you can, sweetie.” She finishes touching up Krissie’s lips and returns the tube to its home between Krissie’s breasts. “I’ll let you make your greed up to me l
ater, okay?”

  “Deal,” says Kristina as she checks to ensure her weapon, er, lipstick is secure. She sees me cocking an eyebrow at her. “Okay, Jack. Geri, too!”

  I laugh, as Geri releases the lift to rise and gives Kristina a light peck on the lips. “You are so beautiful, Kristina. If this man throws you away, come find me. I’ll take you for my own!” She turns to face front, and I reach down to cup her naked ass under the cocktail dress and give the firm cheeks a squeeze.

  “Not happening, Geri, but you can dream about it.”

  Keeping her eyes forward, she says, “Oh I will, Jack!”

  “I think you have to share your fantasy with the rest of us in detail.”

  She pushes back into my hand and smiles over her shoulder at me. “Yes, my Lord.”

  Kristina pulls my hand back with her free hand, spanks Geri’s ass, and says “Mine.”

  I look at her quizzically as she wraps that hand through my arm. “Her ass or my hand.”

  “Both,” she says imperiously. We all laugh at that as the door opens. Geri directs us down the corridor where I can see two identically dressed Ravens posted outside an open door before closing the door and going back downstairs.

  As we stroll arm-in-arm towards the suite, Kristina asks. “Just how good was she in bed?”

  “Very.”

  “Yeah, she’s on the list,” she responds with a squeeze on my arm as we approach Liesl and Marisol.

  “You know they can hear you, right?”

  “Yep,” she says. I laugh as we step up to the door.

  “Hello ladies. Are you allowed to give an old man a hug while on duty?”

  Marisol responds, “Only those that have pleasured me thoroughly, my Lord,” before wrapping her arms around my neck to kiss me warmly. She wraps Kristina up in a hug and kisses her, too. “Kristina, you are so lovely. You make that dress! Please add me to your list, too!”