by Kyanna Skye
She felt a tremendous amount of guilt building up within her. Yes, that was why she had been sent here, but discovering his true identity had never been on her agenda. And yet she had managed to get that out of him as well.
Oh, look at that… another of my little tricks worked without me even fucking realizing it!
That he could see through her, now that she had formally given over the truth of who she was and what she was doing here, felt like a knife in her back, but one that she had sharpened herself. She still had only the obvious conclusions: either give him up or don’t.
“You have to either report success, which will end with me being sent to trial again – this time for capital fraud – and it will send me to another prison. Naturally, I’ll be found guilty with the information that you, as an attorney, are obligated to disclose and they’ll put me away for life – or as long as I last. Or, you don’t… and I don’t have to think hard about what the ramifications would be for you if you did.”
That dug the knife deeper. She wanted to help him, but he was openly acknowledging that she had to think of herself as well. The tenderness evoked from that thought was enough to make her loathe herself.
He simply sat and waited, watching her. She could feel the weight of his stare as if every twitch of her muscles would yield an answer to his question. The moment of truth, literally, had come. She could either tell the truth and support the firm she worked for, sending a man that was – in her view – innocent after a fact to another prison where he, like his father, would not survive. Or she could lie, deface the firm she worked for, and allow a thief to go free.
“So?” Mr. Rizzuto asked after what felt like a long time, but she knew couldn’t have been more than a few minutes.
Sitting there, watching him as he watched her, she felt a nervous pang inside of her. She knew what she should do, and she also knew what she wanted to do. It was an interesting conflict to hold within herself. And in the span of a few heartbeats, she made her decision. And an impulse unlike any she had ever known overcame her.
“Dominic,” she muttered as she sprang up from her chair and reached across the table. She seized him by the collar of his prison-issue shirt and pulled him towards her like a starving woman reaching for a hot meal. When she drew his lips to hers and an excited gasp left her, not realizing how badly she had wanted this very thing.
She ran her fingers through his neatly combed hair, reducing it to a tattered mess. His lips were warm and inviting, his tongue flicking into her mouth with eager anticipation. She could feel the heat of his body even from across the table.
He responded with equal intensity. In a move that both enticed and excited her, he casually threw off the expensive silken tablecloth that had covered their table. The remnants of their pricey dinners and even the fine bottle of wine and mood-setting candles were cast away like so much garbage as he yanked her towards him, bringing her to rest her knees on the table before him. The kind-hearted gentleman that she had known was replaced but what she could only describe as a lustful savage.
She loved it.
He slipped his hand into the collar of her shirt and casually ripped the fabric wide open, revealing her torso beneath. With a loud tear, the fabric fell away and his hands eagerly found her bra, ripping that fabric away with equal enthusiasm. Her breasts bared and floating freely he buried his face between them, cupping her breasts with his hands and moaning with delight as he did so. All sense of gentlemanly conduct seemed forgotten.
She was glad for that.
She felt amorous, overcome by a desire that it seemed even she didn’t know was building within her. Something that went beyond carnal lust sprang up within her and for the first time, she felt glad that she had worn her casual clothes today. She had enough sense to realize that one of her more pricey suits wouldn’t have survived this encounter, but for her casual clothes she knew, she wouldn’t lament their loss.
He massaged her breasts, his grip firm but gentle as he expertly pinched her nipples between his fingers, making them hard. His tongue licked at the tender spot between her breasts, his breath was warm and soothing. The coolness of the night air, despite the heat of the summer day, did nothing to dispel the heat he was radiating.
Her hands found the hem of his shirt as he turned his attention to her left breast, taking the tip of it into his mouth. Gingerly she lifted his shirt from off of his body, exposing that muscular form that she had thought about only a few times before now. Free from his hands and mouth she settled upon the edge of the table, allowing her legs to dangle over the side.
His mouth again sought hers out and she could almost taste the fine wine that they had been sharing upon his breath. But the kiss was far more intoxicating, for every second that it lasted she wanted more. She craved more, yearned for more of his lips and tongue as they darted madly around her own mouth.
His fingers found the button of her jeans and he pulled it wide. He inserted his fingers and slipped inside her panties and she was surprised to find that she had already become wet. No man had ever gotten her this excited this quickly before. She moaned as his fingers caressed her, slipping inside her with ease.
He expertly found her clit and massaged it as his tongue worked in her mouth. It was hard to determine which had a more profound effect on her body, his tongue or his fingers. She felt the pressure of his fingers inside of her, sending city-leveling tremors through her body while his tongue, mixed with the hot moistness of his wine-sweetened breath, poured like lava into her mouth, melting her from the inside.
“Oh, god, yes,” she whispered into his ear.
Spurred by her words, he withdrew his fingers from inside of her and hooked them over the hem of her jeans. He pulled them and her panties down in a single swift motion as though their lives depended upon his speed. The coolness of the table, which she now realized was metal, kissed at her skin but the warmth of his body countered the sensation quickly as he dropped to his knees before her and used his mouth to finish what his fingers had started.
His mouth was even warmer as his lips closed around the folds of her vulva, his tongue licking at her clit. He hooked his arms around her legs and using his hands kept her legs pried apart, his fingers again adding to the magic of his mouth as they too dipped in and out of her. His depleted beard tickled and pricked at her, but she found no discomfort in it as it drove her further into the depths of her pleasure.
“More,” she whimpered, “more.”
He obeyed, plunging his tongue deeply within her. However and wherever he used his mouth was equally heady as it had been when first she had kissed him. He moaned as he lapped at her pussy, his mouth hungrily devouring her. She relished the feeling, never knowing another like it. She arched her back, rolling her hips against the force of his mouth and running her fingers through his already matted hair.
He took advantage of that as well. His hands stretched out to find her breasts, once more massaging them as though he were offering her some life-altering treatment. His fingers opened and closed like the folding petals of a flower over her breasts, sending more and more shivers down her back.
She hooked her legs over his shoulders and his tongue plunged deeper still inside of her. He expertly traced the inside of her vulva and mons as though he’d been practicing for her all day. She felt her toes begin to go numb and the curious tingling sensation she felt when her foot fell asleep slowly marched its way up her legs to her pelvis. The reaction was like none that she had ever felt before.
After what seemed a terribly short time, he pried his lips away from her and slowly he licked his way up her body. His tongue lost none of its heat as he moved further and further north along her body, his tongue tracing the route he took until finally, he reached her mouth again.
She saw him eagerly tug open his prison-issue trousers as his cock rose eagerly from inside, hard and ready for her. She felt her anticipation rising within her as he slowly rested the weight of his body on hers.
God, he�
�s so warm!
His mouth gently covered hers, his tongue softly probing the inside of her mouth once more as he slid inside of her. She moaned softly as he did so, feeling a gentleness there that matched her personality that instantly drove her to the edge of her control. He was hard and she could feel him growing harder still as he slowly began to rock back and forth upon her. His hands sought out hers, grasping her at the wrists and keeping her from moving.
He was domineering in that manner, something that no man had ever done to her, and she loved it. He reminded her of a powerful Viking, finding a wench that he wanted and taking her as only a true barbarian could. She found no trouble in that.
She began to grind her pelvis against his, keeping in time with his thrusts. She closed her eyes, lost in the passion that they shared. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a tiny voice was screaming, “Fool! You’ll be disbarred for this! You’ve done the dumbest thing that you could have ever done and crossed a line!”
She didn’t care.
She had an amazing man with her now, and they were making love underneath the starry skies of a Colorado landscape. And not just any man, but one that was well built, had principals and had a bad-boy streak in him that she couldn’t help but admire, as well as desire. Most women dreamed of things like this. But she had gone and done it and the larger part of her mind didn’t care for the repercussions.
She had made her choice and she was glad of it. She had no idea how she was going to reconcile the issue with her employers, but for the moment, she had no other concern but for him.
All she cared to do was encircle Dominic with her legs, holding him against her while he plunged in and out of her. She didn’t care that their bodies were entangled together on the roof of a prison where, as she best understood it, inmates were not allowed this kind of intimacy and were they to be discovered, she would most certainly suffer for it. None of that mattered. All that mattered was the two of them here and now.
He pushed himself up on his hands, looking down on her as he continued to thrust inside of her. She felt her body grow tense and sweaty, the cool night air blissfully kissing at every bead of moisture that formed on her skin.
She cradled his face in her hands. They were so close together that she could look into his eyes. She didn’t see the lust of a man long imprisoned looking down on her. She saw something else, something more profound. She saw the eyes of a man that had grown attached to the one that he was with. It was a feeling that she was all too familiar with and she was certain that he could see the same look reflected back at him through her eyes.
“Did you know that this would happen?” he whispered to her.
She shook her head. “No… did you?”
“No,” he said, grunting his answer. “But I’m glad it did.”
“Me, too,” she said, smiling up at him.
He began to thrust harder and more deeply inside of her and though her lungs beckoned her to moan under his power, she felt one final question forming within her before she could surrender to their complete ecstasy.
“So… what does happen next?”
She watched him as he continued to slide in and out of her with building power and sweat began to form on his face, the veins throbbing in his neck, but the look on his face remained that of one who was not being twisted by lust.
All he could do was smile at her. “I suppose we’ll find out together, won’t we?”
She smiled back at him and finally, having her last question answered, she surrendered completely to him.
When the gates to the prison opened, she was waiting for him on the outside. He was dressed much like a man that looked ready to enjoy his first taste of freedom. He wore a pair of jeans and a polo shirt, along with a pair of loafers that she thought looked positively adorable on him. His hair was neatly combed, the bulk of his body was only lightly contained under his clothes, and over his shoulder, he carried a small duffle that she was sure was filled with the few things that prison would issue him on his discharge.
She smiled at him as his approached, stopping just short of where she now leaned against the passenger door of her car, but close enough to lean in and kiss her if wanted. He didn’t, but she wanted him to. In the growing sunlight, he looked handsome, a free man… one that would never again know the inside of a prison’s walls if she had anything to say about it.
A wicked smile passed between them. The memories of what they had shared only two nights ago were still fresh in her mind and she was eager to relive those memories. She happened to have a motel room waiting where she was eager to give him his first true taste of freedom and all of the comforts that came with it.
“You didn’t tell them,” he said matter-of-factly.
She shook her head. “No… I didn’t.”
He gently reached up and touched her chin with the tip of his finger. “They’ll mark you as a failure for this, Jamie. You know that, don’t you?”
Yes, she knew that that was true. And she knew that they would say that Jamie Lombardo had a job that lasted only a few weeks at one of the top law firms in the country and she failed on her first real assignment. She had been given a chance to swim with the sharks and instead she turned out to be nothing more than chum in the water. That was what they would say.
But somehow, that seemed like something that she could live with when compared to sending Mr. Rizzuto – Dominic – back to prison for what she weighed as a crime of equality. He had done no less than what had been done to him and he’d opted to pay the penalty for it. It was a very un-attorney-like thing to think, but she admired him for it and believed that he had been right to do as he had.
“Yes, I know,” she said. But she found something interesting about that realization: she didn’t care. She had her little bag of tricks, she had some small experience now, and she knew that she could find a new job anywhere if anyone was just willing to give her a chance. “Come on,” she said, indicating her car. “I’ll give you a ride.”
Once on the road, all she could do was smile. It felt like the world should have been ending for her, but it didn’t. The world felt like new, like something that she had never expected to find when she looked out her window this morning. She had Dominic with her and somehow, that felt like enough. True, she had just ruined what had started out as a good career, but that was something that she had no care to worry about now.
“Can I borrow your phone?” Dominic asked as they drove. “I need to make a call.”
Jamie was curious about that for a moment, wondering who Dominic might need to call just now that he was out of prison. But she had no worries about it. “Sure,” she said, passing him her cell.
He dialed a number and put it on speaker, “You’re going to want to hear this. Just don’t say anything.”
She grew curious but did as he instructed.
The phone rang only once before a voice on the other end answered. The voice that answered was curt and irritated, like one being disturbed when they wanted not to be. And it was a voice that she recognized all too well that turned her blood to ice in the course of a second.
“Yes?”
Mr. Desoto? Her eyes went wide with shock as she looked at her lover, who only winked at her and put a finger to his lips, indicating that she should remain quiet.
“Jack,” Dominic began with a jocund familiarity, “how are you doing today?”
“Mr. Rossi,” said Desoto, his tone changing instantly like a grinning lackey would in the presence his master. “I take it that you were able to leave prison without incident, sir?”
Rossi? Jamie realized, but was more shocked to hear the half-owner of her law firm refer to a recently released convict as ‘sir’.
“I did indeed. And I have to congratulate you; Ms. Lombardo was a complete success. I think she’ll do well for us,” Dominic said, reaching out and taking her right hand.
She felt a chill creep down her spine. Suddenly it felt like she was riding in the car with the devil, but again she heeded h
is words and said nothing, her curiosity overcoming her caution. What? What the hell is going on? What’s happening?
“She didn’t snitch on you, sir. She reported failure to me yesterday evening. Even with as much as a leaned on her, she didn’t give you up. I believe that she’s one that we can thoroughly rely on, sir,” Desoto responded.
Dominic smiled at her, the expression deeper than what a professional relationship should have warranted. “In more ways than one, I’m sure.”
She blushed, but she still felt a curiously bewildered sense of fright about her. How does Dominic know Desoto? What does he mean that I’m one that they can rely on?
“How’d the buyout go?” Dominic asked, his tone becoming more businesslike.
“Worked like a charm, sir,” Desoto went on. On the other end of the phone, Jamie could hear the ruffling of papers as though the squat man were pouring through files. “Now that you’re out, the board pressed Lester to resign since he failed to recover the missing money before your release. They’re convinced that the money is irretrievable. It worked just like you said it would. The remainder of the balance in your squirrel program was more than enough for the buy-out and it was funneled into the firm’s finances… you bought Lester’s share of the controlling stock that finances the firm.” There was a chuckle of joy on the other end. “You now own half the controlling interest in Lester & Desoto, Mr. Rossi.”
Dominic’s smiled deepened and he brought Jamie’s hand to his lips and gently kissed it. “Sounds good, Jack. Is Ms. Lombardo’s office being cleaned out?”
“Lester is packing up as we speak, sir. She’ll be free to move in when she comes back. I’ve arranged for a meeting with her and I can–”
“No, that’s alright, Jack,” Dominic cut in. “It’s my responsibility. I know where she’s staying in town. I should be the one to tell her myself. Give her a chance to get used to the idea of her new position.”