I Am My Highschool Bully's Plaything

Reasonable Explanation

Ryan's POV

Okay, I lied. I had s**t to do, so she had to leave after I shot my hot c*m all the way down her throat. Her throat was so warm, I almost accidentally tricked my heart into thinking I was in love with her because why was watching her swallow my c*m even more rewarding than releasing myself?

I shook my head as I sat behind my desk, going through a couple of documents.

I also had to look for a gym instructor for her sister, Amanda, so I also did that. I sent the one I found to the house so they would start immediately, one that also understood her condition.

Another thing that really bothered me was Tony. We weren't exactly friends, just business partners, but I knew him well enough to know he wasn't exactly such a great person. Where the hell did he see someone like Alana to corrupt, and before me? It made me a bit jealous, not gonna lie.

Actually, it pissed me off. I was so f*****g stupid, when she came here I bullied her instead of asking her what happened. When I get home I guess a different approach would be best.

After working, Alana headed back home while I went straight for a little get together one of my friends was hosting. I really didn't want to be there but I had no choice if I still wanted friends.

Chris personally threatened to stop talking to me if I didn't make it, and it left a sour taste on my tongue, so I absolutely didn't want that to happen. Here we are.

Anderson group of clubs wasn't your regular, it had everything, the full package. Don't get me started on the drinks, the gins, the women. Women, spice of life. When I used to come here, at least I would make it to the hotel room with about three of them, and I would f**k them all silly until they passed out after showing me a good time.

I was such an uncontrolled beast but over the years, I knew I had to drown myself in work or I would never resist such temptations. From there I stopped honouring his invitations and this last one, he really threatened me, so I made it. I was just going to take a few drinks.

At least that's how I thought the night would go. When I walked in, I met with the guys, and Chris couldn't even hide how excited he was that I made it. Truly, the club had upgraded. He had really done his big one with it. He stole me and gave me a personal tour of the place, and as we talked, we drank. It was nice, truly nice.

When he was done, I finally got a breather and sat down, but the guys came to meet me and we entered full blown arguments. It was hearty and all, but my mood got ruined when Chris sent two women my way. They sandwiched me, and while former me would've taken the invitation, I couldn't help but think I was “Cheating” on Alana.

I know, I know, it's insane. She's not my girlfriend, we are not in love, nothing disgusting like that. So why did I feel like I owed her something? I brushed it off and picked up one of the women, then placed her on my lap. She brought her lips to mine but I pushed it away. I was certainly not exactly a fan of kissing.

It was subtle, but she got the message and began to rock me. It was insane the way she rubbed herself all over me, so f*****g hot, but I just wasn't feeling it. The other woman was doing her thing, touching me while I conversed with the guys but I still wasn't enjoying myself for some reason.

My thoughts kept floating back to Alana, and how by now she was probably waiting for me on my bed, half naked, just like I wanted. I enjoyed eating her p***y, it was like a reward at the end of each day.

It dawned on me that truly, I didn't want to be here anymore. I just wanted to go back home and see her face, then ask her about Tony, because I was still really pissed as f**k.

While I was dwelling in my sudden conscience pricking me and discovery that I would not be f*****g these women tonight even though I needed to, Tony walked in.

Seeing him pissed me off, but I couldn't show it on my face. To think I had never cared about his ridiculous attitudes until it had something to do with my plaything.

He saw me, we exchanged pleasantries and he joined in on the fun.

I handed one of the women to him and he took her with open arms. Three seconds in, and he already had his tongue down her throat. He should just get a room because I absolutely have no interest in watching live porn, especially from him, and the fact that he had touched Alana before.

God, since when was she the central of all my f*****g thoughts? I absolutely can't live like this!

One of the guys saw what happened and was stunned so in a tipsy voice, he poured out his thoughts.

“Since when do you give up your women, Ryan? You're acting very strangely, seems the hiatus didn't do you good, or your d**k doesn't work anymore?” He asked teasingly and the guys couldn't hold themselves from laughing tastelessly.

It was disgusting, but he wasn't lying. I was such a manwhore so it was surprising, obviously to me too. Before I could give him an answer, Tony answered in my stead, but I absolutely didn't like his answer.

“Actually, he has a little s**t he's with now, my ex-girlfriend. Isn't it crazy?” He said, and the guys stopped laughing and they paused, taking turns to stare at the both of us in awe.

“Really?” The guy asked, and Tony was more than happy to explain things that I didn't ask him to do for me.

“Absolutely. I wonder where they met after I broke up with her. She was such a bitch.” He shrugged his shoulders like it was nothing.

I knew what this asshole was doing. He wasn't happy with the recent development. I seriously wondered what happened, and I couldn't wait to find out.

“Wow, way to go Ryan.” The guys resumed laughing and drinking, as if I bored them or they didn't care. Great.

As the stripper danced on me, the last person I expected to see also walked in, looking lost, but also looking so f*****g hot.

Alana Petrova.

She barely noticed me when she walked in, and when her eyes locked with Tony's, I couldn't believe it. She rushed to his side and sat on his lap.

She was wearing a black stripping dress, one of the ones I got for her for role play when I was done to ruin her, but she was seated on another man's lap, Tony? The supposed ex boyfriend that broke up with her because she was a b***h?

Tony stared at me, and wore a smug smile. I did say she was the subject of my s****l frustrations, I didn't say she was off limits but even though. Did he think this was funny?

The men all noticed and didn't shut up with the compliments.

“You're smoking hot!” Chris shouted when he saw her and the little s**t blushed. She looked uncomfortable but she was winging it anyway. I still couldn't believe my eyes.

“Wow Tony, lucky you. You think you can hand her over when you're done? Does she work here?” One of the guys asked, and I watched in awe as all of them began to drool.

He didn't even let her speak for herself.

“No, I invited her, and she's not available. She's just for me.” She forced out a smile that pissed me the hell off.

Then he gave me a look. I wanted to punch the hell out of him.

I watched them converse for a bit like they were arguing and f**k, she looked so good. My c**k stirred right back to life all of a sudden, hard and aching.

She was supposed to be on my f*****g bed, so why the hell was she here?

Just then, Alana looked in my direction and when our eyes locked, I watched her immediately get up from Tony's laps.

Her shoulders tensed and before I knew what was happening, she took to her heels.

It was all too familiar, like the first time we met again weeks ago. She sure loved to run, maybe it was some kink of hers that I would absolutely find out later. I made a mental note to deal with Tony later but tonight, Alana is giving me a reasonable explanation.