5
Ryan
When the womansat down across from us, I felt awkward remaining slouched down on the couch and leaning on Russell. I sat up and moved over a little bit to make some space between Russell and me.
“I’m sorry,” the woman began. “Was I interrupting something?”
I shook my head, but Russell chimed in.
“Actually, yes,” Russell said and reached to pull me back to lean on him. I wouldn’t budge though. Russell gave me a stern look and then he looked at the woman. “I was in the midst of providing aftercare.”
The woman raised her eyebrows and looked at me with a mocking smile.Who was this woman?
“Aftercare?” It was as if her laugh was questioning Russell. “Russell, what would you be providing care for?That?” She pointed to the station where Russell and I had been playing.
She was basically laughing at our play. I had embarrassed Russell. The woman gave me a pitiful look and I stood to excuse myself. I wasn’t going to sit here while she poked fun at me.
“Uh, I need to use the bathroom, please excuse me,” I murmured as I looked at Russell’s chest.
Russell stood and glared at the woman as he put his hand on the back of my neck.
“Excuse, us,” Russell said firmly to the woman and then guided me to walk in front of him.
As we walked toward the main door, he stopped us and put his hand under my chin and tilted my head up. I had a hard time looking in his eyes though.
“I apologize for our private time being cut short and so rudely interrupted, Ryan.”
“It’s okay. I’m fine.”
“It’s not okay. It’s not acceptable. Now, do you need to use the bathroom, my boy?”
“Uh, no. I was just saying that so I could get away,” I admitted.
Russell smiled at me and stepped closer to kiss my forehead. I glanced back in the direction of that woman. She was standing there watching us.
“Come on, Ryan.”
The drive back to Russell’s was quiet. I had a ton of things on my mind, yet I couldn’t really focus on one. They all led back to the fact that I was an embarrassment to him and just not good enough for his caliber.
I wanted to ask about the woman, and the few times I opened my mouth to ask, I quickly closed it. Clearly, they knew each other. Well, I was pretty sure they knew one another. She called him Russell. Though, I suppose anyone at the club could have told her his name. Either way, it wasn’t my business if they did know one another.
“Talk to me, Ryan,” Russell said as we passed through the security gate at the entrance to his neighborhood. “I know that mind of yours is working.”
“Who is she?” I bravely asked. I knew he’d pull it out of me one way or another anyhow.
“Her name is Claire,” Russell said flatly.
I detected annoyance in his voice but didn’t know if it was because I asked, or simply because he saw her again tonight. I wondered if he was going to say more to me than what her name was, or if that was it.
Was she a lover of his?
Was she a submissive of his?
No, that didn’t feel right. He told me that he never had a sub of his own. He just topped people.
But, I suppose there could be a chance he just told me that I was his only submissive just to make me feel better.
No, that didn’t feel right either.
