My Bully’s Love by Stacy Rush

Why me? It’s what I’ve been asking myself ever since Graduation Day when I learned that I truly had a stalker. Finding my old
cell phone left on my bed scared the crap out of me. Knowing that the same person who was in my apartment without me
knowing, was inside my parents’ house as well. The worst part is that they were there during mine and Jace’s grad party, which
means, people saw them, and they didn’t even know that they were someone to watch out for.
My dad has searched the security footage from that day, and Mason was not on any of the footage. So, either he is really good
at getting in and out, or we have the wrong person. There are no leads yet, as to who this person actually is. Jace has been
going out of his mind, worrying about my safety; it’s like I’m a prisoner. I can’t go anywhere, except for home and work, and until
we find whoever the person is, Jace, Reece, and Gabe take turns sitting at the bakery and coffee shop while I work; I’m never
left alone.
Jace and I have been back in Connecticut for almost a month now, and nothing has happened, but whenever | bring up the topic
of dropping the babysitting, Jace turns me over his knee, and I receive a reddened behind for not wanting to keep myself safe.
Little does he know that I like
“No, I don’t need Aunt Sheila announcing that there may be a baby in the near future as well.” | smirk.
Jace throws his head back and laughs, and I use this as an opportunity to slip away. Hurrying inside to use the downstairs
bathroom, I see that it’s occupied, and so I go upstairs to my own bathroom in my bedroom. I pat my face with some cool water
and then take a good look at myself in the mirror.
“You’ve got this, Ella. You have Jace downstairs waiting for you, and you have your parents nearby.” I tell myself out loud. I don’t
know why I’m so on edge today. I can’t wait to get back home to Connecticut and throw myself into work and taking care of
Jace’s needs.
Drying my face off, I make quick work of fixing the light make up that I had on earlier. Once I make sure that I look okay, I turn the
light off and walk back out to my bedroom. Had I not turned to close my bedroom door, I would have missed the object lying in
the middle of my bed. I walk over to my bed, slowly, and stop at the edge of it, staring down at the object that shouldn’t be here
at all. With shaking hands, I reach out and pick it up. It feels like it weighs a ton, but I know it doesn’t. I turn it around in my
hands, as my heart rate increases for the umpteenth time today.
“There you are! What are you doing?” Jace’s voice is light and flirty. I feel his hands come around my waist, but I turn, so I’m now
facing him, holding out the object in my
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hand, “What is wrong?” He asks confused.
Totally bewildered, my eyes meet his, “Jace, this is the phone that was stolen from my apartment.”
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approaching the subject for that specific purpose. My crav ings are getting addictive and I’m needing to feel the pain more and
more, but it’s no longer just the pain, I’m wanting to explore more avenues as well.
“Are you done bringing up the babysitting bit, Pre cious? My hand is far from tired if you insist on continuing.” Jace warns me.
“I will drop it if you take me now, Sir.” I bite my lip.
He raises a brow at me, “Are you seriously trying to bribe me, Precious?”
“I didn’t mean for it to sound that way, Sir. I’m just really horny.” I’m learning to open up and tell him what I’m feeling more and
more, and it has worked in the past, but I think I might have overstepped this time. He doesn’t look happy with me.
“I’m horny too, but it doesn’t mean that I can give into my needs just because I’m feeling a little frisky. We are dis cussing your
well-being, and all you want to do is fuck. Is that right?”
Inod, sheepishly.
He stands up and pulls himself out, “This... this is what you want?” He stands there stroking his cock up and down,
knowing what it does to me when I watch him stroke him
self.
“Yes, Sir...”
“Bend over the bed.” It’s a simple command, one that i m happy to oblige. “Now, spread yourself so I can watch myself fuck you.”
Again, I obey him, and then I wait...and I wait. I try look ing back to see where he’s at, but I can’t see him, so I lay my head down
and continue to hold myself open for him. I know what he’s doing; he knows this embarrasses me when he sits and stares at me
like this. He’s probably watching as my arousal drips down my thigh because it also turns me on.

After about five minutes of waiting, I feel him behind me. He slides into me slowly and keeps a slow pace for a while before
starting to thrust a little harder. He inserts a finger into my back hole a little at a time, spitting on me, so he can use it as lube. In
no time at all, he is fucking both my holes fast and hard, and my climax is about to hit.
“Don’t you dare come, Precious.” My bubble bursts by that one little sentence and I whimper, “You wanted me to fuck you, but
you said nothing about coming, so don’t you dare do it.” He slams into me over and over, “Who do you love, Precious?”
“You, Sir, I love you!” | pant as I try keeping myself from tumbling over.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You, Sir!”
“Who gives you permission to come?”
On crap, I know where this is heading. He’s not going to let me come at all, but I need to so bad. Isn’t it better to ask for
forgiveness instead of asking for permission?
“You do, Sir...”
“Damn right...”
I let myself go before he tells me that I do not have per mission, and, in the process, my walls grip him, and he spills his seed at
the same time.
“On fuck! Damn it, Precious, you are so in trouble!” He jerks and thrusts into me, filling me up with his seed.
“ARGH! God...yes!” I keep pushing myself back onto him until I get to the peak, and I stop; my walls squeeze him even more as
I let the floodgates open, “OH... Master Jace...
yes!”
As soon as he’s done, he pulls out regardless on if I’m still quivering with mine, “Spread your legs, Precious, now!”
Following his command. I open my legs as far as I can, but then a biting sting erupts as he brings his hand down on my sloppy
wet pussy lips. Ten spanks total as punish ment, but in the end, the pain has me spiraling once again into a climax.
Jace steps back, “Rub yourself on the bed if you want to finish that orgasm.”

He knows I want to finish it, so I do the only thing I can do and rub my clit against the bed until my climax is over. Jace then slaps
my ass and chuckles, “You’re such a slut.” || smile and then lay here while he goes to get my chocolate bar and water.
“Jace,” I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his neck as he sits on the couch and searches the internet for jobs in the
area, “can we do something this weekend? | have it off and we have been stuck in the apartment ever since we came back.”
“Sure, what do you have in mind?” His fingers fly over
the keys, and I lose my concentration for just a moment as I think about what those fingers can do when he touches me.
“I don’t know, I was hoping you could find a place that may be of... interest.” | slide my hands down his chest, and then slowly
slide them over his hard abs.
His fingers still and he tilts his head up to look at me, “You want me to talk to Jude about seeing if he knows of a place in the
area?”
I nod, “Uh huh,” | grin, “I want to find people like us. Reece and Gabe are great, but I want friends that are in the lifestyle, too.”
“You need to be prepared to be more open about doing things if we go that route, Ella.” He reaches up and caresses my cheek,
“I can find munches in the area if you want to see more than what you have been shown.”
“Munches? What are those?”
“They are parties for people who live the lifestyle. They come as Dominant and submissive, Master and slave, Own er and Pet,
and even Daddy Doms and their littles. Are you ready to go out in public as my sub?”
I bite my lower lip as a little thrill goes through me at the thought of him dominating me in public, “Yeah, I think
SO.”
“You realize that I will leash you to make sure others know that you are mine. Not all Doms leash their sub, but I will.” He sets his
laptop aside and pats his thigh.
T automatically walk around the couch and sit on his lap sideways, “Like a dog leash?” I ask him, not sure if I like that Idea.
“Yes and no. I will order a special one. It won’t be big and bulky like you would buy for an animal. I don’t want you as my pet,
Ella. It will be thin and dainty, like your col lar.” He runs his finger over the chain around my neck.

– “I see,” I run my fingers through his hair, thinking how we should find him somewhere to get a trim, “If it will make you happy to
leash me, then I trust you.”
“Damn, Ella. How is it that you can make me so hard with just a few words out of that delectable mouth of yours?” He pushes his
hardness up and into my bottom.
I climb off his lap, giggling as I walk away, “I suggest a very cold shower, babe, because I have to head to work.”