He seemed relieved when he saw that he had made me smile.
“Jennifer, I’m sorry about Calvertino. He’s a sexist jerk and I just didn’t want to cause a scene with him.”
I just looked at him. I knew there was more to this and I knew I wasn’t going to be with Ryan again until I knew the whole story.
“There is only one way I will continue this conversation,” I said as I reached into my drawer next to my bed.
I pulled out a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs that I had bought a few weeks ago.
Ryan’s eyes got wide and he smiled from ear to ear.
“Ooooh, I get to handcuff you?” He said with delight.
“Nope,” I said as I grabbed his wrist and put one of the fluffy cuffs on it.
“Wait, no, no, no,” Ryan said as he looked at me. “I don’t get handcuffed.”
“Hmm, that’s funny. Because it looked like you actually have handcuffs on right now,” I said as I locked the second cuff onto my bed post.
“Very funny, now take them off,” Ryan said as he tried to look serious.
“Actually I have some questions for you before I can take them off.”
Ryan seemed very uncomfortable in the situation. He was used to being in charge. He was comfortable putting handcuffs on his women because then he was in control. The idea that I would be in control for even a short period of time clearly made him uncomfortable.
“Fine, what do you want to know?” Ryan said annoyed.
“Why did you agree to work with Roberto Calvertino?”
“Next question. I’m not answering that one.”
“No, no, no Mr. King. That is not how this game is played.” I said as my lips moved down and kissed his. “I’m going to need you to answer my questions.”
“He has paid a one million dollar retainer for the last five years and finally asked for me to get him a new trial. I had to help him. He had already paid me five million dollars and I had done nothing in return yet.”
I sat and contemplated what he said. I could see the truth in it, but I felt like there was much more to the story that Ryan wasn’t telling me.
I started to unzip his pants and let my hand play with his cock.
“Mr. King, I feel like there is more to this story. Please continue.” I said in my most professional voice.
“That’s it. That is all there is.”
“You don’t want to lie to me, sir. Tell me the truth,” I said as I pulled his cock out of his pants and wrapped both my hands around him.
I started to move my hands up and down his shaft and continued to look at Ryan as he smiled.
“If this is how you are going to torture me, I have nothing else to say. Torture away,” he said.
I continued to let my hands entice him. They moved up and down quickly and firmly and I felt his body let pre-cum out as his cock got really hard. So I stopped.
I placed my hands on his legs and just watched his cock as it danced with the pulse of his desire. His hips thrust up as he longed for me to put my hands around him again.
“Are you ready to tell me more yet?” I said with my hands in the air.
I couldn’t help but smile though, as much as I really did want to know the whole story, it was really fun to have him handcuffed to my bed.
“That’s the basics. He threatened to have me disbarred because he learned that I had lied during one of my first trials out of law school.”
Ahh, there it was. That was a piece of information that I was looking for. Calvertino had something on Ryan and held it against him. That was probably how he had convinced Ryan to even agree to take the retainer fee. I didn’t know Ryan well, but I seriously didn’t think he would be willing to throw his whole career away over a million dollar retainer fee.
I let my hands move along his cock again and I saw his eyes close as the pleasure quickly built up again. I moved them fast and hard until I felt like he was just about to explode, then I stopped again.
“Oh no, keep going,” Ryan demanded.
But Ryan was handcuffed and clearly not in control of the situation. I got up onto my knees and pulled my t-shirt off. Then I pulled the shorts I had been wearing off as well. I didn’t have anything else on and I moved up to straddle his cock.
I stayed several inches above his cock as I looked down at him.
“Tell me more, what about this Russia trip. Is he setting us up?” I said as I teased and moved my body so it touched the tip of his cock.
His one free and grabbed my hip and tried to pull me down on top of hip but I resisted.
“That’s all I can tell you,” he said as he moved his hips up in the air.
Then all of a sudden he wrapped his free arm around me and flipped me onto the bed. His left hand was still handcuffed to the headboard, but that didn’t seem to bother him. He easily maneuvered me around with his right hand.
He was on top of me and used his knee to spread my legs.
I started to laugh. He had startled me with his quick moves and I hadn’t even expected that he would be so easily able to move around.
“I guess I need a second pair of handcuffs,” I giggled.
Ryan let his lips meet mine gently and he kissed me. His lips were gentle, yet demanding of me and I knew the conversation was over. I had gotten more information out of him than I thought I would, so I decided to let it go for now.
His cock slid inside me as our lips stayed locked together. Then his lips moved down to my neck. I felt his breath as he moved inside of me and held on to my hip tight as his body thrust inside of me.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered in my ear as we made love.
I felt the words as he said them. I could tell he was truly sorry for what had happened with Calvertino at his house.
I let my hands explore the muscles of his back and he moved inside of me and worked to bring my body to an explosion. I felt his chest pressed against mine and I felt his heart as it beat. He moved slow and with deliberate movements as his whole body pressed tightly against mine.
I pulled his shirt up and over his head so I could feel our naked skin next to each other.
The moment was intense.
“Now I get to cum on your face,” I said with a giggle as I felt myself getting ready to orgasm.
Ryan didn’t waste any time, and obviously didn’t know I was joking. He flipped over onto the bed and pulled me up so I sat right on top of his face.
His tongue thrust inside of me and he used the thumb of his free hand to manipulate my clit. I felt self-conscious to me on top of him like that, but it only lasted for a moment. Soon I felt my body reaching to his tongue and I couldn’t hold back.
My hips thrust against his tongue and wanted more and more. I reached back and put my hands on his thighs to support myself as I exposed myself to his mouth.
My body tightened with pleasure as a rumble of ecstasy shot through me.
“Oh shit, oh…” I said as I tried to pull my pussy away from his mouth.
My orgasm was strong and I felt my stomach tighten. The touch of this thumb on my clit was too much. The touch of his tongue was too much. I tried hard to pull away from him, but his arm was wrapped around me and held my pelvis to him.
Expertly he moved his tongue inside of me and his thumb on my clit. I started to thrust against him again as I felt another jolt run through my insides.
“No, no, no…please let go,” I begged as another orgasm rumbled and I came hard on his tongue.
Ryan shook his head back and forth and refused to release me. He liked having me cum on his tongue. I looked back and his cock was still hard as could be.
Again he forced his tongue deep inside of me, but this time I didn’t last more than ten seconds before I felt the rumble of pleasure. My legs shook as I came again. This time even my arms were too weak to keep me up after I came.
I fell back on his body and he let me slide off of him finally.
He grabbed me and pulled me close to him in the spoon position. One hand
still above his head and handcuffed to my bed. The other wrapped around my waist and held me tight against him.
Ryan
Roberto was getting on my last nerve. How dare he threaten me like that just so he could see Jennifer naked? He was more of a pampas ass while he was free than he ever had been while in prison.
He knew I was screwed if I didn’t follow his orders. He clearly knew I would lose everything if he decided to leave the country and it came out that I had helped him set up his get-a-way in Russia.
I knew I had made a mistake. The problem was, I didn’t know how to get out of it yet.
Roberto wanted to fuck Jennifer, and there was no way I would agree to that. Having him watch us fuck was the only thing that he would agree to since I wouldn’t allow him to fuck her.
There was no way I would let his nasty hands have any piece of her.
Jennifer was right to be made at me. I knew she would. It was disgusting that I had allowed Roberto to direct our sex like that. It was hot as fuck to cum on her face though. I actually didn’t regret that very much, only that Jennifer hadn’t liked it. That I did regret.
I did like to fuck Jennifer. It was so pleasurable to feel her sweet, soft body as I thrust inside of her.
When she called me back finally, I couldn’t resist. I had to see her face and see that she was alright. She was a tough girl, tougher than she looked that’s for sure.
I knew I would have to open up to her a little bit to put her at ease. It was the only way she would feel safe around me again. Strategically giving her information was a necessary part of winning her over and making her truly devoted to me.
Only when she was fully devoted to me would my plan work and my plan had to work. I had to have Jennifer on my side if I was going to get out of the grip of Roberto Calvertino. His deadly grip would surely be the death of me if my plan didn’t go off without a hitch.
I knew Jennifer would understand in the end. But only if she stuck around with me through it all. That was the big question, would she be able to last through the turmoil that was ahead?
Chapter 17
Ryan
I needed Jennifer and to make that happen I needed to get Roberto Calvertino back to jail. The problem was I had promised him his freedom and if I didn’t deliver that he would take his freedom by fleeing the country. This would leave me to answer for where he was and likely lose my license to practice law for my part in helping him escape.
I had a plan though, it was a dark and vicious plan and I couldn’t let Jennifer in on it. I was sure she would not help me if she knew anything about the details. Instead, I needed to manipulate her into agreeing to everything that was ahead for us.
My whole view of Roberto had changed since his release and I didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. I wanted to go back to my normal life of defending celebrities and teaching at the university. The money was good, the events were fantastic and I could have all the women I wanted. Although, I had grown fond of Jennifer and would be happy to keep her around for awhile.
Roberto wasn’t going to walk back into that jail cell willingly though, he would flee to Russia at the first sign that he wasn’t going to get acquitted at his retrial.
Jennifer didn’t know the whole story and I couldn’t tell her, but I had taken a lot of money from Roberto to get him out of prison permanently. Roberto and I went back farther than I cared to admit to anyone. But if I couldn’t keep my promise, Roberto would take it out on me by ruining my life, or taking possibly even taking my life.
The other issue I had was that Roberto had developed a preference for Jennifer and appeared to want to hurt me by taking her from me. I wasn’t going to let that happen. There was no way I could allow him to touch her at all. She was mine and that was the end of it.
As we walked up to the door of a potential witness in the Calvertino case, I was happy that Jennifer was by my side. What had started out as random sex with a beautiful girl had developed into the perfect pairing of professor and law student. She had questions for people that I never even imagined. I was lucky to have her around.
“I’m going to let you do most of the talking with Mrs. Anderson. She was pretty skittish when I called her and I don’t want to intimidate her,” I said as I knocked on the front door.
Mrs. Anderson was one of the prime witnesses in Calvertino’s first trial. She was the one who identified him in a line-up and her testimony had been instrumental in getting him convicted. For this new trial, I needed to poke holes in her story or at least make her think she might not remember things as clearly.
“Hello, Mrs. Anderson. I’m Ryan King and this is Jennifer Roy, we would like to ask you some questions about the Roberto Calvertino case.”
Her face instantly turned very pale and she started to look up and down the street. She was visibly paranoid and no longer focused on me or Jennifer.
“What do you need?” She asked.
“We would just like to come in and ask you a few questions,” Jennifer said.
Jennifer smiled and seemed so much more approachable than I did. Mrs. Anderson opened her door and let us into her living room to discuss the case.
I let Jennifer walk into the room first; any chance I could get to look at that ass was well worth it. My body reacted, as usual and I decided I needed her.
It was something that happened to me every time I was around Jennifer, my body just could not deny the lust I had for her. As the interview dragged on, I found it difficult to pay attention to anything except my plans to be inside of her as soon as possible.
As soon as we finished the interview I brought her to a nearby hotel. I needed to talk to her about the possibility that our phones were tapped and probably even my car, briefcase or other personal belongings. I didn’t want her to accidently say something that would piss of Roberto. But more than that I needed to be inside of her. She had developed into some sort of addiction to my body and I had to have her.
I also needed to fuck her brains out and didn’t want to be interrupted by Roberto and his kinky fetishes. I had enough of my own fetishes and didn’t need him getting in the way of what I had going with Jennifer.
Jennifer
“Mrs. Anderson, we would just like to go over your testimony from the hearing,” I said as we started to talk to Patricia Anderson.
She was one of a few people who had actually testified against Roberto Calvertino and for our case we had to see if we could poke holes in her story. We shouldn’t have been able to find her and she certainly shouldn’t have agreed to talk with us, yet there we were in her living room.
Mrs. Anderson was nervous. She clearly believed she was being watched and I couldn’t counter that opinion. Since her testimony over five years before, Mrs. Anderson had moved over a dozen times. She had lost her youngest son in a mysterious car accident and her husband had died from a work accident. Things for Mrs. Anderson had not gone well since the Roberto Calvertino court case.
It was entirely possible she had only agreed to meet with us out of fear that Calvertino was behind the meeting. Although, we were not specifically filling him in on any of our interviews; it was possible he knew about Mrs. Anderson.
“Is he out?” she whispered to me before I could ask questions.
I looked at Ryan and he shook his head yes. The woman started to shake and I could tell she was visibly afraid. Although, we were Roberto’s attorneys and had come to get information that we could use to help him. I instantly felt bad for the woman. Roberto Calvertino’s men had probably been behind the deaths of her loved ones and wouldn’t likely be happy if she testified again at the second hearing.
“I didn’t see anything that day. I must have been confused. I’m an old lady you know, we get confused. I have two daughters that I love dearly. Please tell him that.”
Mrs. Anderson’s hands shook as she looked at me and Ryan.
“Mrs. Anderson, it’s alright. You can just tell us what really happened that day,” I said as I tried to be reas
suring.
“That’s what happened.”
“Mrs. Anderson, is there anything we can do to help you?”
Ryan said out of concern for her. She was genuinely shaking and visibly terrified.
The woman just looked at Ryan and then at me and shook her head no. She clearly didn’t trust anything we had to say, and probably shouldn’t. It sounded like Roberto’s men had terrorized her over the last five years and she didn’t want to suffer any more losses.
“I’m sorry we bothered you,” Ryan said as he stood up and walked toward her front door.
“Thank you for your time,” I added.
As we walked to Ryan’s car, I heard the woman collapse and cry out. Her cries could be heard all the way from the street as we started to drive away.
I felt myself tear up at the thought of the torture she had been through over the last five years. This poor woman had just tried to do the right thing and get a bad guy off the street and she had received the ultimate punishment for her good deed.
“Ryan, we have to figure this out, we with never win the court case like this,” I said.
When I looked at Ryan, he had his finger up to his lips and he shook his head back and forth as if to tell me to be quiet. I looked at him confused; I couldn’t understand why he wanted me to be quiet when we were just driving in the car.
“I need you right now,” Ryan said as he pulled into a hotel parking lot.
“Um, in the parking lot? No way, it’s daytime.”
“Let’s get a room. We can spend the rest of the night there together. I need to have you.”
Something was off about the way he said he needed me, it felt like he was acting or something. But I agreed and followed him into the hotel. Neither of us had a bag packed and I felt like it looked highly suspicious that Ryan and I were checking in without baggage.
I probably looked like his mistress or something. He was about 14 years older than me and dressed much more sophisticated than I did. I tried my best not to make eye contact with the front desk clerk.
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