I licked my lips slowly and tried to hold eye contact with the man as long as possible. He was actually very handsome, for his age. He was close to fifty maybe a little younger, with deep Italian features. His olive skin was well worn by the sun and his accent was thick but totally understandable.
I looked at Ryan and then answered the man’s question.
“I’m twenty-one, sir,” I said as I uncrossed my legs and slowly re-crossed them facing the other direction.
“Oh, sweet Jesus you are just a baby.”
“Sir if you would like her to leave I could have a guard come for her.”
I didn’t know why Ryan kept offering for me to leave. I hadn’t done anything wrong and, in fact, had done everything he asked.
“Yes, I could leave if you two would like to talk.”
“Sweetheart, if anyone is leaving this room it will be tall dark and handsome over there so I can be alone with you.” Calvertino laughed and then winked at me.
His forwardness caught me off guard. But it also got me excited. This man had been locked in prison for several years. The sex would be incredible, I was sure of it. I could just imagine the delight he would have in bedding a young thing like me after being stuck in prison for years.
I smiled and licked my lips again as I looked at Calvertino. He was seductive, even in shackles. The way his eyes watched my every move was exhilarating. I felt on top of the world. His desire combined with Ryan’s desire for me all had me feeling pretty damn confident in myself.
“Ok, I’m not sure what you are doing young lady. But you need to leave, this isn’t a brothel.” Ryan grabbed my hand and pulled me up so I was standing in between him and Calvertino.
I watched as he purposely dropped his envelope full of papers and looked at me to pick them up for him. He knew I didn’t have panties on and he was trying to make sure Calvertino knew it as well.
“Jesus! Pick that up. You are all looks and no brains, aren’t you?” Ryan yelled at me.
I bent over slowly and picked up the papers. I knew Calvertino could see everything and it excited me. Slowly I rolled back up into the standing position and started to leave the room.
“She stays!” Calvertino yelled.
“Mr. Calvertino, she’s not educated enough to help with this case. I’ll just do things alone.”
“Miss, which country has the best laws for extradition?” Calvertino asked me.
I knew right then that Ryan had been preparing me for this very moment. I pulled my chair a little closer to Mr. Calvertino and I leaned in close to him. I put on my best acting version of a confident young lawyer.
“Switzerland has the best laws, but I suppose the laws are not what would suit someone the most.”
“Why?” Calvertino said with a smirk.
“Because laws are not what protects someone. Let’s say I was to kill Mr. King over there,” I smiled as I looked at Ryan. “I would go straight to Russia. They are brutal to criminals from their country. But their hatred for the United States would have then unwilling to ever give me up to the authorities in the United States.”
Calvertino shook his head in agreement with my statement. He seemed very pleased with my answer and even my description of why I answered what I did. It impressed him, I could tell by the way he was looking at me.
“Mr. King, this young goddess stays on my case. She delights too many of my senses not to be involved.”
“Alright, sir. I’ll get her up to speed.”
Mr. Calvertino looked at the door to see if the guards were looking, then he leaned forward toward me. My chair was closer to him now and when I leaned forward, we were only a few inches away from each other.
“I’m going to dream about fucking that sweet pussy of yours tonight. I hope you don’t mind.” He whispered and then leaned back in his chair.
I was shocked, but I did my best to keep a cool face. I smiled and leaned back into my chair. Just for fun I licked my lips and then uncrossed my legs. I didn’t re-cross them. I’m not sure if he could see anything from where he was sitting, but he knew that I wasn’t wearing panties and was only a few feet away from him.
“Time’s up,” a guard said as they came back into the room.
“It was a pleasure meeting you Mr. Calvertino.” I said with a smile.
“The pleasure was all mine,” he replied.
As we left the building, Ryan stood to the side of me while walking through the hallway. It helped make me feel protected, but surely didn’t help with what the prisoners were saying. They knew I would be coming back through that same hall and it looked like they had been ejaculating on the floor for the last thirty minutes.
When we got outside the building, I turned and punched Ryan in the arm.
“You could have told me the plan! And keeping my underwear that was just wrong.” I was pissed and felt out of control.
My adrenaline was going so bad that my hands were shaking.
“It had to be done. Men like him are not convinced of things, they have to think it is their own idea. I need you on this case and needed him to think it was a good idea also.”
We got back into his Range Rover and headed back to the school. My anger continued to build though and just before we got to town, I felt tears running down my face. I wasn’t sad. The tears just seemed to be coming from all the adrenaline that was pulsing through my veins.
Chapter 8
Jennifer
Ryan drove to his house instead of back to school. When we got there, he hurried out of the car and around to my door. He opened it for me.
It was the second time he had opened my door and it seemed so out of normal for a guy like him to be doing that. I wiped the tears from my face and stood next to the car. I really wasn’t sure why we were there.
“I’m sorry for yelling at you. I had to scare you and wanted to make sure you weren’t acting scared and confused but that you were actually scared.”
I didn’t know what to think.
“Why did you want me to flirt with him?”
“Because I didn’t want him to be suspicious of you. If it were his idea to have you stay, then he wouldn’t be badgering me with questions about you and why you were on the case. Since it was his demand for you to be there, he’ll never question your involvement.”
I’m not sure I really understood his logic, but I went with it. I still felt overwhelmed by the whole situation. I didn’t want to be flirting with a mob boss and I certainly didn’t want to be deceiving him in any way.
“Come inside, I have something to show you,” Ryan said.
His house was insanely large for a man who lived alone. Even from the outside I had to assume it was more of a status symbol than an actual necessity.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me with him into the house. I didn’t have a chance to refuse his offer.
As we walked into the house, there were pictures of him with celebrities. A few were with celebrities that had a lot of news coverage over their criminal charges. Most of the pictures were with him and celebrities at sporting events and backstage at concerts. It seemed weird that a defense attorney would have such a celebrity following, but then again, having someone to trust when there were legal charges was important.
“Did you defend all of these people?”
“Not all of them. Sometimes I’m consulted for other legal issues. I don’t just work with murderers.”
I actually did not know that he worked with other people besides individuals charged with murder. It gave me hope that the next time we had a client meeting; I would not be forced to flirt with a convicted killer.
Ryan was in his kitchen and pulled out some different alcohol bottles that he had. I walked in and watched him as he made up a couple tropical drinks. He seemed to be very good at bartending. I wondered if that was something he did in college or something like that, but I didn’t ask him.
“What did you want to show me?” I asked as I looked around his kitchen and dining room.
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“My house, I wanted to show you my house,” Ryan said as his breath swept across the back of my neck.
My body instantly reacted with excitement as the tone of our conversation switched from work to our other desires. I was pretty sure that more than half of our time together was spent either talking about sex or actually having it. The funny thing was, I didn’t care. I liked both talking about it and doing it.
I stood still and didn’t answer him. My body gently pressed back against his body and I could feel his hands on my hips.
Slowly he pulled me back so I was tight against him and I could feel his throbbing cock pressing into my back. I bit my lip as my juices got flowing and my desire to have my clothes off grew more and more intense.
There was a power that Ryan had over me that made me want to spend more and more time with him.
“I’d like to see your house,” I said as I wiggled my ass up against his cock.
“Well then, let’s go on a tour.” Ryan grabbed my hand and led the way up the stairs and straight to his bedroom. “This is the bedroom.”
“I think we should have started with the other rooms and done this room last.”
“We can fuck in those rooms later,” Ryan said as he pushed me onto his bed.
His king sized bed was covered in emerald green silk sheets. They felt fabulous on my skin. I moved my hands up and down the fabric and took the sweet softness into my fingertips.
Ryan stood at the end of the bed just staring at me. His eyes took in my body as I lay there and I could tell he wanted me out of my clothes. I slowly started to take off my shirt and slip my skirt off of me. My body still buzzed with adrenaline from being at the prison and I felt like a goddess lying on those silk sheets.
His eyes devoured me with intensity and I couldn’t help but move around on his sheets as I waited for him to join me. I let my hips slide back and forth, then I slightly opened my legs to invite him into me.
I thought back to every seduction book I had every read and tried to use some of those skills. I wanted to have Ryan in bed with me, in bed like if we were a couple. I thought I was horrible with my skills but it appeared I was pretty good at using those skills. I took in a deep breath and made my best effort to get Ryan into bed.
Ryan remained at the end of the bed just looking at me. His eyes were devising a plan and I wasn’t sure what it was, but I was fairly confident that it was going to involve some sort of orgasm. I was perfectly fine with whatever he had planned. I had surrendered myself to him at this point and was willing to just give anything a try.
“Flip over,” Ryan said to me as he stared at me.
I didn’t question him and I flipped over so my breasts were lying against the silk fabric. I continued to move my body around and take in the feeling of the fabric on my skin. Slowly I lifted my ass up in the air and then brought it back down again. I knew he wanted to fuck me, I could see the desire in his eyes; I just couldn’t figure out why he was still standing at the end of the bed.
“Reach in that drawer.”
Ryan pointed to a drawer that was next to his bed. So I moved over that way and opened the drawer. My eyes widened as I took in the view of what was inside the drawer. I felt like I was in some sort of porn movie, probably a bad porn movie.
It was a toy drawer, full of vibrators, dildos, clamps, handcuffs and other toys. Not a ton of things, but still very overwhelming when I saw them all at once. I did not have any experience with the items in that drawer and didn’t know what he was going to do with me and all those toys.
“Pick something.”
“I don’t know…” I said as I looked in the drawer.
“You pick something, or I will,” Ryan said as he walked toward me.
“You can pick something,” I said as I smiled up at him from the bed.
“Fuck it, we can play with those another time,” Ryan said as he started taking his clothes off.
He pulled me up so I was on my knees and started to kiss me. The kiss was different than before. The passion in which he kissed me seemed more direct. Before I had felt like he didn’t care if he was fucking me or some other girl. But at that moment I could tell he wanted me.
I let my lips move from his and slowly make their way down his body until I had him filling my mouth up. I wanted to taste him and play with him. I wanted to see his excitement as my mouth wrapped around him and brought him to orgasm.
But soon Ryan had climbed onto the bed and flipped me onto my back. He climbed right on top of me so his cock was in my face, and then he started licking me. I had only heard about the sixty-nine position, but had never actually tried it before. In general I was pretty vanilla when it came to sex.
I opened my mouth and took him deep into my throat as he played with me. The problem with this position was that I had no control at all. Not only did he have my hips pinned down with his body, he also had full control over how deep his cock went into my throat.
His tongue played with my clit and I moved my hips around to avoid the direct pressure he was applying to it. But I could only move slightly to the left or right and his tongue was quickly right there and providing more and more pleasure.
I tilted my chin up so I could take his cock deep into my throat. I didn’t mind. It actually excited me to feel him that deep inside of my mouth.
I thought for sure he was going to do that finger thing to me again like he had done in the office. I was pinned down pretty good and wouldn’t be able to move away from him this time. But instead he climbed off of me and brought me over to the center of the bed.
He started kissing up my legs and spread my thighs apart. Then he continued to kiss up my body and met my lips. I could feel his cock pressed near my opening and when his tongue entered my mouth, his cock entered the rest of me.
I felt the muscles of his back with my hands and let my hands continue to move around to explore every inch of his torso. He was a divine specimen of a man; with muscles so defined he certainly could have worked as a model.
I never had been very sure why he was so into me. I certainly wouldn’t normally date a man like him. A man who was physically in shape and had such a promising career. He seemed perfect and that was the opposite of the type of guy I would normally had asking me out.
His body moved slowly and gently inside of me and it struck me that this was the first time we were in a bed together. It was also the first time I thought of what we were doing as some sort of relationship. Not in the traditional sense, of course, but being in bed with him gave me an intimacy that I had been longing to feel from Ryan.
I looked up into his bright blue eyes and felt a connection like we had never had before. He leaned down and kissed me as he continued to thrust.
My hips began to move in time with his thrusts and I could feel my body reacting. His lips moved gently around mine and he slightly sucked on my lower lip. The gentleness of his lips was enticing to me and I wanted more.
Our bodies moved together in rhythm and soon we were both reaching our level of pleasure at just the same time. I looked at him as we came together. It was intense and more intimate than anything I had ever had with someone. Perhaps it was the adrenaline that had been pumping through my veins, or maybe it just felt intimate because all the other sex we had was so distant. I’m not sure, but I liked it very much.
Chapter 9
Jennifer
He slept like there was not a care in the world. I curled up on his chest and could hear his heart beating as I tried to fall asleep also. But sleep did not come very easy to me. I was filled with memories of Mr. Calvertino and how he looked at me. The desire in his eyes excited me. I didn’t want it to, but it did.
As I closed my eyes, I kept thinking about Calvertino’s hands. They didn’t look like the hands of a killer. I’m not sure I knew what the hands of a killer should look like, but Calvertino took very good care of his hands for a murderer. Well, I suppose that was why we
were hired to defend him; maybe he wasn’t really the person who murdered twenty-two people.
Around five o’clock in the morning, I finally gave up on the idea of sleeping and went to find the shower.
When I got into the bathroom, I found more than a typical shower. It was a glass-enclosed room that was bigger than my whole bathroom. The fancy knobs and buttons were too much for me and I couldn’t figure out how to work them, so I just took a bath.
Floating around in the bathtub reminded me of that scene in Pretty Woman where Julia Roberts is taking a bath with a ton of bubbles around her. Then Richard Gere walked in and offered her thousands of dollars to stay with him for the week. I use to think that movie was ridiculous, but after playing in that giant bathtub; I started to see the appeal.
I got out of the bathtub and decided not to blow dry my hair because of the noise it would make. I grabbed my clothes, or what I could find of them and called Rose to come pick me up down the street. I wasn’t about to tell her who I had been with all night long, although I was sure she would ask me. As I walked to the corner coffee shop, I thought up my story that I would tell her.
If it was Rose, who had just slept with her teacher I surely would have flipped out on her. My view of proper and improper seemed to be changing though in recent weeks. I actually didn’t think Rose would flip out as much as she would constantly be questioning me. She certainly wouldn’t be able to take Ryan’s class and not have something awkward to say about things.
It was best for me to keep this all to myself. I would just have to tell her we got caught up at the prison and I had to stay at a hotel; separate rooms of course. It was a ridiculous story; I couldn’t even get myself to believe it.
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It was hard to look at Rose and lie to her. She was my best friend. But I knew if I were going to make it through the semester with any sort of sanity, Rose could not know that Ryan and I were sleeping together.
My lame excuse of having to stay in a hotel barely worked.
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