Jade Twilight

As Mysti stepped out of her bedroom she heard the cabinets open in the kitchen; then there was the clink of ice against glass. She frowned; that was strange, none of her clients usually went anywhere other than the living room and the bedroom. Walking to the doorway of the kitchen she stopped-- and groaned. In the kitchen stood one of her father’s men. His name was Michael Patrick, Mick for short. She knew why Bobby had sent him; they had history. He probably figured that she’d actually talk to Mick. Well, he was almost right.
    Mick grinned as he glanced at her. “Looking good, Erin.” His blue eyes danced over her. “Or should I say Snow White?”
    Okay, so Tyler liked his fairytales, and she didn’t mind dressing up like a princess every now and again. But the question that remained leering at her was, where was Tyler?
  “So where is he?”
    “Who?” Mick had poured two glasses of Jack Daniels, and still held the bottle in his hand.
    “You know who.” She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the door frame.
    He smiled, and set the bottle on the counter. “You mean your date tonight?”
    “Jesus H. Christ! Mick, give me a fucking straight answer! Not another question.”
    “Okay.” He held up his hand. “Bobby gave Malachi three times what your customer was paying for me to visit you tonight instead.”
    “Fuck me,” she muttered and walked back to her bedroom. There was no way she was going to dance for him, not tonight anyway. He was here to talk business, and she wasn’t going to talk business dressed like Snow White. After changing into a pair of yoga pants and a sweat shirt, she walked back out to the living room.
 Mick sat on the pillows on the floor; the bottle of Jack sat next to him, as did the other glass. Madonna’s Erotica came out of the stereo. Mysti walked over and turned it off. Turning back around, she ran her hand through her hair; god he looked funny sitting down there. Mick was six foot something and around two hundred plus pounds. He’d always reminded her of a boxer in his prime.
    He smiled up at her. “With all the money you make you can’t afford a couch or possibly a chair?”
    “Nobody else complains, so knock it off and tell me why you’re here.” She walked over and sat next to him on the pillows. He handed her the extra glass of Jack; sipping it she leaned back.
    “Have you looked at the file yet?” She shook her head. “Why don’t you?” Erin gave him a curious look but got up, retrieved the file from her desk and sat back down. As she flipped through it he asked, “Any of the girls look familiar?”
    Erin didn’t answer as she studied the photos in the file. Two of the women were black, while the other three where white. She picked up one of the black women’s photos. “I think I went to school with her; Mercia Ambrose.” She turned the photo around and found the name on the back. “Yeah. Popular, cheerleader, you know, the whole shebang.”
    “That seems to be what they all have in common. They’re spoiled little princesses.” Mick drained his glass and filled it up again.
    Erin wrinkled up her nose. “So I have to act like a brat. Is that what you’re telling me?”
    “Shouldn’t be hard; you got the ‘it’s all about me part’ down pretty good.” He chuckled and leaned back on the pillows.
    “Screw you, Mick.” She got up again and got her cigarettes off the bookcase. After lighting up one she grabbed the ash tray next to the pack and sat back down. “So what do you know about the case?”
    “Only what’s in the file.” He puffed out his chest. “I get to be your body guard.”
    A corner of Erin’s mouth lifted-- like she needed him to be her body guard. Her eyes ran over his wide chest and down to his jeans. She’d seen what was in those babies before. Suddenly she didn’t want to talk business anymore. Butting out her cigarette, she took a swallow of her Jack Daniels, then gave Mick a seductive smile. “How long have we known each other?”
    “Long enough for me to know where we’re heading. So drop the flirting and get that gorgeous butt of yours over here.” He patted his lap. Erin laughed and crawled over to him.
    Straddling his lap, she muttered, “Am I that easy to see through?”
    “No.” He ran a finger over her lips. “I just know your ways.” Catching her chin he pulled her close and kissed her. His lips opened and his tongue ran over her lips, she opened her mouth and let him inside. As their tongues wrestled in her mouth, she wrapped her arms around his neck and ground herself against him.

It felt as though it had only been a few moments since she’d lain down when Alex felt lips on her. Instead of following her first instinct to pull back, she kissed whoever it was right back, allowing his exploring tongue to slip into her mouth, where it tangled and fought with her own. He finally pulled back, breathing hard, and planted little kisses along her jaw line to her ear.
Kegan’s breath sent a shiver down her spine as he whispered, “You didn’t take your bath, so now I’m going to have to give it to you.” His hands undid the sash at her waist, and then pulled back the robe. Alex had given up on her underclothes, and now wore nothing under it. Sitting up, Kegan took her in, his eyes running over the length of her naked form.
Slipping her arms out of the sleeves, she lay completely naked on the bed. Kegan lifted her up, carrying her over to a steaming copper tub. Alex gasped as her exposed flesh touched his naked chest. She’d been right about the muscles. He gently lowered her into the warm water, and a sigh escaping her lips as the water closed around her. This was definitely not what she had expected to be doing. She’d expected something like Duncan’s wham bam thank you ma’am attitude.
Picking up a bar of soap, Kegan began rubbing her back, then sudsed up his hands. He started rubbing her shoulders and moved down to her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. They hardened into little buds. One hand continued to tease her while the other moved down over her stomach and between her legs. Alex arched up as he stroked her clit. There was a warm chuckle in her ear, and then he plunged two fingers into her. Moaning slightly, she tipped her head back, eyes closed as he slipped his fingers in and out of her.
After a few moments, he removed his fingers. She opened her eyes, slightly disappointed when he left. She watched him walk across the room and get a towel from a bureau. He returned with it. She stood and allowed him to wrap it around her; again, then lifted and carried her, carrying her over to the bed. Setting her down, he quickly rubbed her dry. Stepping back with the towel in hand, he looked at her.
“Perfect. Lie, in the center of the bed.”
Alex complied, crawling to the center of the bed and lie there on her back, arms stretched above her head. Again she watched as he moved to a small chest on the other side of the room and retrieved a canvas, easel, paints, and brushes. Rolling onto her side, she propped her head up on her arm. “You want to paint me?”
Kegan smiled. “To begin with... We’ll see where it takes us.”
Alex shrugged one shoulder and smiled. “You’re the captain.”

Alex couldn’t believe her ears. Fearghas had escaped and she was getting chastised.
“You should’ve killed him, or at least stayed to make sure the peasants did the job for you.”
She glared at the head of the Draconi. “I’m not sure if you get that I didn’t know what to do with your tyrant as I was new to the whole saving the world thing. Why didn’t we get this news earlier?”
“The passes weren’t clear.”
“Great.” Alex began pacing. “So he has a six month head start and is in hiding?”
“The Katha are protecting him.”
She bit her lip, walking to the window. “So what do we do now?”
“I’ve sent a patrol to find out what’s happening. When they report back, then the council will make a decision. You should continue with your training.”
Alex moved to the door. “You will tell me what you find out?”
“Of course.”
* * * *
Bria looked up as Alex stormed into the room they shared at the tower.
“That bastard Argi is yanking me around!”
“What’d he do now?”
“Fearghas escaped and it’s my fault.” Alex began pacing in front of the small fireplace in the room.
Rayne, Alex's dragon companion, watched from the mantel as she moved back and forth.
“No. You did what you thought was right.”
“I did what would keep his blood off my hands,” Alex snapped. With a sigh, she sank down on the bed. “Some savior I turned out to be.”
Bria moved closer to her and put her arm around Alex’s shoulders. “Now you know better and you have a second chance to catch him.”
“Like the Draconi are going to give me a second chance.”
Bria caught Alex’s chin and forced her to look at her. “Who needs the Draconi approval?”

Wyatt paced in the kitchen as he listened to the hold music, while waiting for the doctor to come on the line. Suddenly it died and the doctor picked up, “Phoenix, everything okay?”
    “Yes and no. She’s awake, but ain’t got any idea who she is.”
    “Sounds like you’re saying she’s got amnesia.”
    “If that means she can’t remember her own name then, yeah she does.” There was silence on the other end of the line. “Doc, you there?”
    “Yeah, I’ll be out as soon as I can, given the roads are clear. Just keep her from over exerting herself and getting too excited.”
    “I’ll do my best, Doc.”
    “See ya later, Phoenix.”
    “Sure, Doc.” Hanging up, he ran a hand through his hair. What the hell was he going to do? He’d hoped when she’d woken up she’d call somebody and be gone. But he couldn’t, with good conscience, kick her out on her pretty little derriere. Especially now that she didn’t know who she was or what she was doing here in the first place. Damn it, Tracy was right, he had a soft spot and he was beginning to think it was in his head. After returning the phone to its cradle, he headed upstairs.
    Well today would be a waste, he’d never get back to his chores, now. He knew it’d be all right, his farm hands, Anthony and Diego, would take care of everything. The ranch was pretty small in comparison to others. There were the horses he bred and sold, several milking cows, a bull, pigs, and chickens. Selling a cow and sometimes a pig, along with the horses, brought in enough money to keep him comfortable and pay the bills.
    Upstairs he knocked on the door to the guestroom. When there was no answer, he peeked in thinking maybe she’d fallen back asleep. The bed was rumpled and empty, the empty dishes sat on the tray at the foot of the bed. He heard water running in the adjoined bathroom. Walking over, he picked up the tray. Behind him the bathroom door opened, he turned and couldn’t help but stare. Champagne blond curls tumbled to just below her shoulders, the night shirt she had on fell to her thighs and seemed to outline every curve of her small frame. She was easily the most attractive woman he’d ever seen.

Jessie watched him through strands of her hair, which had fallen when she turned her head to follow his progress. Standing at the end of the bed he still held one scarf. Slowly he trailed the scarf up her leg, leaving goose bumps in its wake. Then it traveled over her back and down an arm. His eyes brightened, and the last thing Jessie saw before he blindfolded her was his cocky grin.
    She couldn’t see but she could still feel his presence and hands as one slid between her legs. He rubbed her clit slowly, in little circles, before slipping his fingers into her. She moaned into the pillows. As she became slicker with her own juices, he began to rub her anus with his thumb. Gasping, her hips shifted away from him as he shoved his thumb into her tight orifice.
    Over her Garin chuckled as he moved his fingers in and out.  It wasn’t the first time her ass had been probed, but it had been awhile. Todd wasn’t into the kinky stuff as he called it.
    Garin stopped and removed his fingers, she heard him moving around, and knew he’d found her box of toys. “Mmm, Jessie, Jessie, Jessie, you’re a rather naughty little girl.”
    She turned her head to the side, away from the pillow. “Will you punish me, Garin?”
    “If you wish, but I’ll use my own toys as well as yours. Is that all right?” She nodded and felt a hard plastic vibrator slide into her as he asked, “Do you have a safe word?”
    Her mind was on what he was doing, and not working as well as it should have been, but she managed to mumble, “Juliet.”
    Another one of his chuckles, as he switched the vibrator on, then she felt the tip of a whip on her back. This must have been one of his toys because all she had was a riding crop.  The hard leather raised gooseflesh over her back as he trailed it over her skin as he had the scarf. Then it was gone and she heard the whoosh of it flying through the air just before the hard crack of it hit her back. Pain lanced outward, spreading through her body and she cried out. All the while the vibrator whirred away, stimulating her vagina. On the second blow her hips moved forward, trying to push the toy deeper.
    She lost count of the blows after that, her body performing a jerking dance on the bed, as she tried to create some sort of friction on her clit, in order to bring herself to a climax. Another blow and her hips jolted back and forth with futility, her hands opened and closed as she tugged on her bindings.  As the whip connected again she tensed and tipped her head back, letting out a frustrated scream.  
    A hand tangled in her hair, and held her head, Garin whispered in her ear. “That’s it, little one, scream, cry, beg, let me have it all.”