Ex Convict

by Ashley Beale

  "Where you from Hope Manson?"

  Her eyes start to scroll the menu again. Since it’s pointless for her to find something she likes, I pull the menu from her hands and place it on top of mine, out of her reach. "I'm not done looking," she says.

  I simply smile and repeat my earlier question. "Where are you from?"

  "North Carolina. Born and raised. I don't want to play this stupid game, just give me back the menu."

  Slowly I rock my head back and forth, warning her that she is playing a dangerous game with me. Leaning forward, I press my lips close to her ear. I know she likes it because her arms break out in goose bumps. "You like when I take control, don't you Hope? Just like I like this facade of yours, where you pretend you're angry in any situation involving me."

  Her voice comes out a little hoarse when she replies in a harsh whisper. "I just want my damn menu back."

  I grab her hand, bringing it to my zipper. Not moving my lips from her ear, I tell her, "If you want to order for yourself, I suggest you show me just how bad you want to." I tenderly kiss the lobe of her ear before pulling away. Her hand doesn't move, so I don't force it to. I just look down at my watch then look around for the waitress.

  "Stop," Hope hisses. "Not in here."

  I look to her and wink. "Then where? The bathroom?"

  She bites her lip. I can see the indecision in her eyes. She is really contemplating bringing me to the bathroom. I stand up, causing her hand to drop, and without a glimpse in her direction, I walk towards the restrooms. Once I'm around the corner, I stand outside the bathroom doors and wait. I'll give her exactly two minutes then I'm heading back. If she doesn't come, I'm making her punishment more than just ordering her damn meal. That girl is getting handcuffed to my bed.

  Just as my watch indicates the two minutes are up, I start to walk back towards the table the same time Hope comes around the corner. Her eyes are widen in fear of me.

  "Times up," I tell her.

  I continue walking but her hand reaches out and cups my family jewels. "Take me in the bathroom, Wes."

  "You don't get to make up the rules, I do." I don't even look at her, instead I look towards the table, pretending to be bored with her. It’s now that I know I could never be bored with Hope. She is too fun to play with.

  "Please," she begs. "Take me... now."

  Turning my head to face her, I look her square in the eyes. "Play with yourself under the table while we eat. If I like what I see, I'll bring you back to my place tonight. If not, you're paying for your own dinner." I wink and walk off, knowing I just gave her an ultimatum she cannot refuse. I already know she can't afford a dinner here, she couldn't even afford a drink, plus she wants me desperately. I'll be getting a dinner and a show.

  Less than a minute from sitting down, the waitress comes over to take our orders. Tristian and Karah go first, and luckily Hope is in the bathroom still, so she can't argue when I order for the both of us. Oysters for an appetizer should really do her in.

  Hope slides into her seat only seconds later and rolls her eyes when I look her way. "I see the waitress already took orders. So what is it that I'm eating Wes?"

  Ignoring her remark, I take a swig of my whiskey. The ice clanks in my glass when I set it down, giving me an idea. I pull one out and slide it into Hope's hand. "All I know was it was awfully expensive."

  I know she gets the clue to what I'm saying. Looking around to make sure no one is watching her directly, she brings her chair forward more, making sure the cloth is hanging around her waist. Her hand slides under the table as she stares down at her drink instead of anyone else. The ice is in her other hand, so I give it a tap. Her attention falls to her hand and the liquid melting inside of it before her head spins to face me. "No," she whispers.

  "Forty-three dollars for the meal alone. Tax, tip, and drink..."

  "Fine," she whisper-hisses.

  Her hand comes back up and grabs the ice out of the other hand, then as fast she can she dips the hand back under the table. She takes a look around one more time before I see the muscles in her arm flex. Her jaw clicks and hers eyes look up to the ceiling. Its then I know that she has found her sweet spot with the ice cube.

  If not for the fact that she has to keep biting her lip, and that her arm keeps flexing as she works her hand back and forth, I probably wouldn't know that she was masturbating under the table. Her other hand comes over and grabs at my thigh after a few minutes, her nails digging through the fabric to my skin, probably drawing out blood. She keeps tensing and trying with all her might to keep her eyes open. She is about to come in a public place, which in return is causing me to strain against the zipper of my jeans. Thankfully I'm wearing my briefs so there is no damage done to my dick.

  Grabbing her hand, I have her cup my erection. She starts to massage it the second she touches me, then she pauses as a few whimpers leave her mouth. She is coming right now. Damn I wish that I could get the full effect. I want to see her face contour into something less tortured and something more... erotic.

  She takes a few deep breathes before adjusting herself in her seat. Grabbing a napkin, she wipes at her hand and sits up straight, looking every direction but in mine. I lean over and whisper in her ear, "Good girl."

  Without looking, she smacks at me and ends up getting me in the chest. I just chuckle and sit correctly in my seat again, just in time for the waitress to deliver our appetizer. Tristian and Karah don't seem to notice our existence until the oysters are placed down on the center of the table.

  "Dig in," I tell Hope.

  She looks at the oysters with disgust before she looks at me. I can see a hint of a smile on her lips, but she is trying like hell not to show it off. She enjoys being humiliated, and I fucking love it.

  Hope

  That was by far the most humiliating thing I've ever done in my life. I can't believe he talked me into pleasuring myself in a restaurant. Thankfully no one seemed to notice. I do have to admit that the idea of getting caught was turning me on more than the actual touching of myself. Using an ice cube just added to the mix of pleasure and embarrassment.

  Thankfully the jeans I wore today are stretchy, so it wasn't as hard as I thought it'd be to touch myself. I just know that if I get up in the next half hour I'll being sporting a wet spot on the front of my jeans. Not from getting off either, but that damn ice cube melting against me so much faster than I thought imaginable.

  I'm not the least bit surprised when a serving dish of oysters are placed in the center of the table. I had almost forgot there were two others sitting with us until they started digging in. I watch reluctantly as Wes grabs an oyster and uses his tongue in one of the most sensual ways. I've never known until this exact moment why on earth oysters were an aphrodisiac. Now I know, and I wish I didn't.

  I was already turned on enough.

  We manage to make it through our meals with light conversations and no more sexual play. The four us actually converse once our main dishes are down, and the dinner ends up being nice. Thankfully talk was casual instead of asking questions, like Wes tried to do earlier with me. I like them not knowing who I am, and I'd prefer to know less about Wes. The more I know about him, the more I may become addicted, and I cannot have that.

  When its time to leave, Wes does as he claimed earlier and pays my portion of the bill. I thank him before standing, and after double checking that the front of my jeans are dry, I walk towards the exit. Reaching outside, I realize that Karah is probably going to hang out with Tristian for the night, which means I need to call for a cab. Or maybe I can even walk. I believe it was only a few blocks from here. I play through my head which direction we came from, then I start on that path.

  "Where do you think you're going?" I hear Wes say behind me.

  I don't pause, thinking that he will get the hint and leave me alone. My thoughts are wrong, because Wes comes over, placing his arm around my shoulders. "I'm not your girlfriend, and I don't plan on ever being your girlfriend," I tell him
.

  "Someone thinks highly of themselves," he retorts. "I was just curious to where you were going? Got another date?"

  "That wasn't a date," I tell him, stopping in my tracks. I turn to face him, causing his arm to drop from my shoulders. "I don't date. I don't want to date. I don't want meals and drinks purchased for me, or to flirt, or any of this."

  Putting his hands in the air, he attempts to surrender from this conversation. "You don't have to be feisty to give me a damn hint. Never have I said I wanted to date either. It doesn't mean we can't have a little fun. I was planning on going home and getting some work done, but I wouldn't mind a little company if you want to join me. If you don't, well, that was a good meal." He winks in my direction before walking away.

  "Wait," I yell out before he gets far. I know this is a mistake but it’s like I'm craving more torment from Wes. "Fine, we can... hang out."

  Looking over his shoulder, he gives me an appropriately devilish grin. "I knew you couldn't resist."

  I walk up behind him, smacking him on the shoulder. "Oh, I can."

  "Whatever you say Hope Manson, whatever you say."

  Walking through his door, I'm greeted with his little puppy again. "Hi there," I tell the dog. I bend down and rub behind the ears of the most adorable dog I swear I've laid eyes on. "What is your name?" I'm using one of those stupid voices you can't seem to help but use when you're around dogs and babies.

  "Sharmane," Wes says. As soon as he says it I remember him saying it last night.

  "Hi Sharmane. You're such a cute little puppy. You know you are though, don't you." She jumps up and licks my face, causing me to giggle.

  I can hear Wes laugh, so I look in his direction to see him smiling down at us. "She’s three, by the way, not a puppy. She is fully grown."

  "She is tiny. What kind of dog is she?"

  "Labordoodle."

  My mouth drops open. "I want one," I whine. I sound pathetic, I know, but I'm already in love with this miniature dog. She jumps from my lap and straight for the door, digging at it, ready to go out.

  "I'm going to let her out, I'll be right back. Go to my room, strip down into your bra and panties, and lay on my bed. I expect you just like that when I come back in... Or you can leave." He flashes his teeth at me in a smile, and I can't help but feel completely turned on by him.

  I've never known a guy that could be so sweet yet so demanding. I didn't know I'd quickly become attracted to someone this hot and cold. The fact I crave him so much already scares me, but it’s a feeling I can't control. I want him to want me.

  With adrenaline coursing through me, I saunter down the hallway towards his room. Before getting to the bed, I fully strip myself down and smile at my freshly shaven self. Laying on his bed, I leave my legs partly open and await his arrival.

  Wes walks into the room but quickly comes to a stop. His eyes slowly calculate my body, inch by inch, making me feel alive. "You think I'm special or something?" He mouth turns up into a wide grin. I know he is talking about the fact I went Brazilian for him.

  "Or something," I tell him.

  His eyes continue to take in my legs. "Open them up for me and touch yourself."

  Slowly, I do as he says. Two of my fingers start at my mound then glide down until they're met with wetness. I can hear a growl barreling deep within Wes' throat. I'm turning him on, and that thought alone causes me to become even more wet around my fingers. I spread the dampness around, circling at my clit.

  "Enough," he orders in a raspy voice. I pause, keeping my fingers in place. "My turn."

  I lay back all the way, keeping my legs spread. My eyes look at the ceiling instead of Wes, having a moment of self-doubt. That is, until his fingers glide along my entrance. I can feel as at least two fingers get pushed inside me. My body ignites again, ready for anything Wes is going to give me.

  Pulling his fingers out, he takes a taste, grinning around the two fingers he decided to suck on. "Mm," he moans out. I watch as he strips down into nothing. His erection is already hard and strong, waiting to feel me around it. "Come forward more, until you're at the edge of the bed."

  I do as he says, scooting forward. He drops to his knees, and I allow Wes to do whatever it is he wants. Taking my legs, he has me wrap them around his shoulders. I feel his tongue come out and lick at my entrance. "Oh... oh my God!" I yell, unable to contain the exciting pleasure.

  He continues to pleasure between my legs, using his thumb to circle around my clit. It takes all but five minutes to explode with ecstasy on his face. It doesn't stop Wes though. My body jolts, needing a moment to relax, but Wes continues torturing me with his mouth until I'm coming part again. Trembling out of control when I'm hit with another orgasm.

  Standing up, Wes looks down at me, wiping at his mouth. I can see the excitement in his eyes. He likes to torture me, and I enjoy it too. His torment is the best I've ever had.

  Wes walks to his stand, pulling out a foil wrapper. He gets the condom around his length before walking back to me. He orders me to lay in the middle of the bed before climbing on, directly between my legs. First he teases my entrance with his length, then without much warning, he plunges into me. My back arches as I let out the loudest moan I've ever known.

  "That’s right, baby. Let me know how much you love it," he tells me. He doesn't kiss me or romance me, instead he watches me with his predatory eyes, taking in my enjoyment. Wes fucks me so hard that it doesn't take long before I can feel myself tightening around him. When he realizes I'm about to come undone, he pushes his hand onto my breast with a force unlike any other. Something about his strength in caressing me makes me come even harder, and I actually see spots behind my closed lids as the powerful feeling starts between my legs and spreads throughout my body.

  It’s only a matter of seconds later that Wes is leaning in closer to me, panting as his body releases his orgasm as well. I can feel myself milking him as he slowly pumps the last of his release inside me. He pulls out and collapses on the bed next to me.

  He mumbles something, but since I don't understand it, I turn on the bed to face him. He looks livid about something, running his hand over his face while staring up at the ceiling. "Did you... say something?"

  He turns just his head to face me. "I said, I can't believe I'm about to do this."

  I'm not sure if to be afraid or excited by what he says. I give him a questioning look, hoping he'll explain further. With a sigh he says, "You're staying here tonight. I need more of your pussy. I'll fuck you when I want to fuck you, but that’s it. No cuddling or any of that shit."

  Without an answer from me, as if I'm even allowed to reply, he stands up and walks out of the room. Once his tight ass is out of the room, I close my eyes and smile. I like his kind of punishment. I shouldn't... but I do.

  Wes

  Stopping by dad's office Monday morning, I sit with defeat. Nothing has come from searching for Paul yet, and the clock is ticking. "Anything?" I ask him, knowing the answer already.

  "He isn't in New York anymore." This is news to me. "I found out late last night. I sent Donald up to the location we found. Most of his belongings were there, including his phone, but all evidence of anything is erased. I've checked all the bus stations, airports, even called a few contacts, but he is covering his tracks well. The good thing is, he is alive. Trapp is furious though, and wants him even more now. Word is he added an additional five G's on his head."

  "Fuck." I kick at my dad's desk.

  "I know," he says.

  "No. You don't." I stand up and walk out of his office without another word. He doesn't know. The guy may as well be one of my brothers. I knew I should have saved him before now. Even if he does make it out of all this alive, the outcome isn't going to be good. He'll end up one of Trapp's scum. Fucking kid. I wish he were here so I could shake some damn sense into him.

  Sitting at my desk, I finish what is left of the Jenkins case. We're able to bring Todd to court on Wednesday with everything I did yesterday. I
put all my frustration into this case, and gave it my full focus yesterday. I had to give it my focus, because between Hope and Paul, my brain is fried. Thankfully it looks as though Todd won't be able to escape too far without paying more than he can afford. At least there is one prick in the world that is being taught a lesson.

  At lunch I don't even bother eating. I just sit at my desk and think about where it is Paul could go. Knowing him, he won't go off the grid too far. He isn't the one who wanted to leave Bridget, and she is knocked up with another man's child. I have a feeling he's somewhere close by.

  A conversation we had about a year ago hits me dead on, and without a second thought, I grab my phone. Edison answers the phone, sounding busy, but I don't let that stop me. "I'm taking a trip to Jersey. You coming?"

  "You find him?" I can hear the thrill in his voice.

  "I think. I'm leaving now before dad can stop me."

  "Wait... why would he stop you? What is-?"

  "Listen," I interrupt, "either you're coming or you’re not, but I'm leaving in the next five minutes."

  The pause only lasts a second before he tells me to come get him. I don't even bother clocking out, I just head out of the building and catch a cab to Tristian's work. Thankfully he allows me to borrow his car and without asking what for. I know he wouldn't let me go after Paul, he may be my best friend but he doesn't understand my worry over my friend. They never met one another, as I only met Tristian a few years ago, after Paul was long gone.

  Edison and I don't talk much until we start getting closer to Harding, New Jersey- where Bridget's family has a hidden camp many don't know about it. I tell Edison about it, and how once in a while when Paul wanted to get away, that is where he went. The only reason I knew about it is because when all the drama started last year, I had to bring him clothes and food here once.

  We pull down the long drive, one that looks as though hasn't been traveled on in years. Its all pot holes, dirt, and bushes invading the driveway. That is how it’s supposed to look- abandoned. It's all for show.