Reunited

Alana's POV

Ryan halted, got off me and licked his lips as he carefully left the room. When I tried to follow suit, he made a gesture with his hands, ordering me to stay back in my state, my legs still wide apart on the bed.

After a couple of minutes, my legs began to ache. He breezed back in, his eyes leaving mine the second he walked in and dipping down to my pussy again.

He went on his knees again, pulled me closer and began to lick and suck the remnants of my orgasm with his hot tongue. With my eyes rolled back and my hands back grabbing onto his hair, I struggled to stay put. As he sucked in my clit, I felt like he was sucking my strength away as he did it with so much valour and need.

He raised his head up suddenly.

“You're sister's here. She's unnecessarily loud so she caused that. Quit moaning loudly if you don't want her to hear what you've been up to, you naughty slut.”

I blinked, then he went back in to completely torture me, thrusting his tongue inside and tongue fucking me again until I felt like I could not longer breathe. He went on and on until he was satisfied and I had come hard two more times.

“I'll have that pussy next time. Now get out and continue with your breakfast. I'm going to work. When I'm back I expect you on this bed in the clothes I bought you.” He didn't spare me a glance as he spoke and headed to his bathroom.

After hearing all he had to say and the way he dismissed me disrespectfully, I proceeded to climb down and leave. I stopped when I noticed the room that I just got the best orgasms of my life in.

It was pretty minimalistic and unimpressive. Everything was in neutral, ugly colors. It was unbelievable for someone like him to stay in such a place like this for hours and not be a fucking crazy person. It began to make sense. I shook my head and finally decided to leave but he came out just then.

“What are you still doing here? I said you should leave!” His thick voice made me tremble and he looked disgusted. I jerked in fear upon hearing his harsh words then basically sprinted out of the room in light steps.

I didn't go back to the dinning because I didn't want to. I just wanted to see my sister.

Amanda looked just like me, but paler, younger and with longer hair. I met with the elderly woman who showed me to my room in the corridor.

“Ma'am, please can I know my sister's room?”

“Master has not given me the permission to do that.”

“Yeah, but she's my sister and she's sick–”

“Alana? It's you!” I craned my neck to see my sister in the distance and immediately, a smile assaulted my features as she ran into my arms in a warm embrace.

I've missed her so much and we've only been separated for like fifteen hours.

When we broke out of the hug, we both walked away from the woman as she chirped happily beside me.

“What's going on? How are we living here now? Did you get a new job? Even so, how did you manage to do so, I mean look at where we live!”

“Slow down with the questions and let's have breakfast first, I'll tell you everything later.” I laughed awkwardly.

I had no plans to tell her the truth at all but at that moment, I couldn't think of a lie to save face. She could never find out about my former work and the deal I have with Ryan, ever. It was embarrassing and lowly, but it was my last resort. I just needed her to be safe as she was my top priority.

“Good idea. The hotel food sucks, we'll have something nice here right?” Curiosity was laced in her voice, even her expectant eyes glistened.

“Just follow me.” I led her to the dinning and her eyes practically popped out of their sockets upon seeing the food. Yup, she was definitely my sister.

I gave her a small smile but her shocked expression made the smile widen.

“Alana I can't wait to eat so you can tell me what the hell is happening!” She immediately dug in, serving herself a perfect English breakfast. She ate to her heart's content while I munched on my food from earlier.

Ryan's men were scattered around the house, probably watching our every move. Just then, Ryan came out.

“Woah, who's that hot guy?” She saw him before I did and when I turned around to face him, I swallowed. He had arranged himself so perfectly you would've never guessed where his tongue had been for the past hour.

I hoped in my heart that Amanda wouldn't recognize him. Infact I closed my eyes momentarily, not wanting to witness when the sad realization hit her features. After a while I opened them up and watched her, but they never did. She looked as excited as ever. Soon Ryan approached the table.

Wearing a genuine smile I never knew he could ever come up with, he smiled at my sister.

“You must be Amanda, Alana's sister.” He said coolly.

“Yes sir, I am. Thank you for everything, although my sister hasn't briefed me yet.” She beamed excitedly, grinning from ear to ear.

“She hasn't? That's disappointing.” His gaze shifted from hers to me and truly, he was awfully disappointed.

“I'll tell her everything, don't worry.” I glared at him, urging him to keep his mouth shut.

“That's fine. Ladies, I'll be on my way now. I have to go to work. Alana, don't forget to do what I asked. Before I'm back, my room, remember?”

Now he was just taunting me and dying to make me get caught. I did hate him for sure as clearly, he was having so much fun right now.

“Yes, yes I do. I remember.” I stuttered, then laughed nervously. My sister watched the interaction with more interest than deemed necessary and it infuriated me even more.

Ryan finally left and when he did, my lungs opened up and fresh air circulated inside my being. Apparently I had been holding my breath for OBVIOUS reasons.

“What does he need you in his room for?”

My sister questioned before taking a sip of orange juice.

I stilled.