I Am My Highschool Bully's Plaything

Get Out Of My Bed

Ryan's POV

“Are you hungry? I think I'm hungry for something cold and savory.” I needed to calm down my nerves, obviously.

“Yeah, I am a bit hungry.”

“Great.” I stopped us in front of an ice cream store. I was gonna get ice cream and pancakes, even though it was like nine pm.

She didn't complain and we got out of the car. I was absent minded for the most part but when I saw what she was wearing as we were about to walk in, I dragged her back. My action startled her, showing in her eyes.

“Why would you come out like that?What's wrong with you?” I asked angrily, her outfit pissing me off all over again. This supposed shy girl had suddenly stopped caring about being modest and was busy showing everything that had eyes my property. Hell no. We are staying in the car then.

She looked down at herself, immediately understanding.

“Oh, I didn't realize it.”

“Even with the chill air touching your naked thighs and t**s? What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.” I sighed, realizing I was about to do the craziest thing ever, but I still did it. I got rid of my jacket and wore it on her, startling her too.

“No you don't have to–”

“Just accept the damn jacket and go back to the car.”

She listened as as she walked back, air left my lungs. One day she'll kill me.

I craned my neck away from her and made my order. No way I was carrying all of that, so I told them I was waiting outside in my car.

I headed back in and we waited together. Finally, some guy brought our order to the car.

I wined down the glass and instead of the bastard to concentrate on the order he was supposed to give me, he was busy complimenting Alana.

“Your girlfriend is beautiful–” He had barely spoken before Alana hastily took it upon herself to debunk it. I don't know, but it made me feel weird.

“No we are not dating!” She even sounded alarmed and repulsed. So she hates me or what?

I snatched the food from him and ignored him, pissed as f**k. He walked away, but not without giving Alana another glance.

Okay, I can't stand taking her out with me anymore because why did I want to suddenly walk into the ice cream store so I can make his boss fire him?

Ryan, get a f*****g grip!

Now, back to the little s**t. I turned and she was already on her ice cream, looking out the window, so peaceful and in her own little world.

I wanted to ask her why she hated the idea of dating me so much but thank goodness I didn't ask. It's giving desperation, and I don't even like her.

After our meal, I threw the remnants out the door and before she could process it, I drove off. It was late now, at about eleven pm and she hadn't complained about her sister, and I found it strange. Maybe it was because of the tiny outfit she had on.

The last time she was scared her sister would see. While I don't care, I'm just curious to know what's on her mind.

“Your sister will see you like this. Aren't you bothered?”

She shook her head absentmindedly.

“No, I'm sure she has probably passed out because of the gym instructor you sent home. She sent me a bunch of messages complaining that it was too much work. Such a lazy girl.” She smiled as she spoke and for some reason, I also smiled. Now, back to this gym instructor.

“I guess now I've seen a way to keep her occupied so you'll let me touch you without whining about her.”

“Ryan!” She yelled.

“Watch it!” I yelled back in return. All of a sudden she had become bolder and happier. From where? Was I being lenient and I had no idea? Hell no.

I startled her. Good. She just maintained a straight face. Good. Back to being scared of me because I'm most definitely scary.

When we arrived, her sister was truly sound asleep. Doris was waiting up for us as always. She was like a mother I never had, except I'm never telling her that. She tried to head to her room but I pulled her back.

“My room, I thought my room..” She didn't even know what she was saying.

“No, you're supposed to be on my bed, forgotten?” She swallowed.

“Okay.” She timidly followed behind me. When we got in, I locked the door and sent her straight into the shower. She didn't take time and when she came out, she was in my robe.

“Go sit down and wait for me.” I ordered her and she did as instructed without complaints. I was tempted to beat my d**k but I knew she would hear, so I resisted and tried to suppress my urges before coming out. I had only briefs on.

Her hair was semi wet, her face bare, her body, mine. When I tried to get her in bed with me, she stopped me.

“Just let me disinfect the wound on your hand.” She begged and I rolled my eyes.

“I told you it's none of your business.” She took me being mean to her very well.

“I'll assume you hit Tony, and that worries me even more because you provoked him. I should be mad, so just let me dress the wound.”

I was taken aback. Little s**t was getting bolder. I understood her fears too.

“Fine, dress it.” She left the room and returned back minutes later with the kit. After wrapping it in a bandage, I was finally free.

She wanted to leave again to return the kit but no way, I pulled her back, picked her up and threw her on my bed. Her eyes widened in shock.

“Ryan!” She yelled, her voice soft and delicious.

I mounted her and began to get rid of the robe she had on. Underneath the robe was pure nakedness, her full breasts, her dripping p***y.

After removing the robe totally, I threw it away and noticed how shy she got. She smelled so good, like me, and I couldn't resist pressing her into the bed with my weight.

She moaned when I leaned in and licked her ears and neck, sucking the skin into my mouth noisily. I began to trail nasty kisses all over her poor neck, and after a while, she spoke.

“You don't kiss.” She half moaned, half murmured.

“Right, I don't.” I rolled away from her.

“What? Did I say something wrong?” She asked, her voice trembling with panic.

No, she said nothing wrong, it just made me remember. I couldn't want her like that, to want to kiss her all over her skin. She was my plaything to abuse and bully, not want to pleasure.

I blame Tony for making me feel tiny pity for her, such a f*****g piece of s**t bastard. If he thinks I'll spare him concerning what happened then he's crazy.

“No. Tell me about you.” I was suddenly interested in her past. Why did I care?

“What?”

“I'm sure your ears work fine. Tell me, why did you run away? Was it because of me?”

Deep down I hoped it wasn't because of me.

“You graduated. I didn't run away because of you.” You need to see the way my shoulders finally relaxed.

“Then what happened? Tell me the truth.”

I urged, sitting up and making her do the same, then letting her straddle me, butt naked.

“When you left, the bullying increased. That's all.” I absolutely hated the sound of that.

“But you finished highschool, right?”

“I had to, so yes. I waited for Amanda to finish too before we ran away. I just couldn't stay there anymore. I'm here, and you've caught me again and trapped me.”

“Quit being cute with me.” I warned, squeezing and spanking her ass. She had her arms wrapped around my neck, staring right at me.

“Do you notice the effect you have on people, especially men?” I just had to ask. She couldn't be such a clueless maryjane.

“Effect? What kind?”

“Nevermind then. Let's go to sleep.”

“Sleep? Okay.” She sounded disappointed, and she actually tried to leave me without permission.

“Did I say you could leave? What, are you mad I'm not touching you?”

“I don't know what you want from me, Ryan. I just don't know.” Tell me about it, I didn't know what I wanted either. I don't understand this unhealthy obsession.

“Go to sleep. You're staying here.”

“I can't. I have to go back to mine.” She pleaded.

“Get the f**k out of my bed and room then.”