My Bully’s Love by Stacy Rush

CHAPTER 32: PICTURE PERFECT

I’ve been in my dad’s home office with him for the past two hours, going over my court case. I love my dad, I really do, but when he gets into lawyer mode, he’s all business and boring as hell. He called me in here as soon as he got home from work, and we have been here ever since, even eating supper in here together. I get that we need to do whatever we can to make sure Toby, Brandon, Mason, and Kaylee do not get a slap on the wrist, but it’s exhausting going over the same thing over and over and over again.

“Hey, Dad, do you think we can break for now, and pick it up tomorrow?” I let out a big yawn.

He folds his hands on top of his desk and gives me a sympathetic look, “I know you’re tired, sweetie, but they are going to come at you hard, and I want you to be prepared.”

“What’s there to prepare? All i have to do is tell the truth, right?”

“Well, yes, but it isn’t that simple, Ella. The Defense is going to bring up how it was dark and how you didn’t see their faces clearly, claiming mistaken identity. You need to be ready for anything, especially if and when they try placing blame on you. No matter what, keep it in your head that everything that happened that night was NOT your fault.”

“I know this daddy, that’s pretty much the only thing I know for sure about this whole ordeal.” I sigh heavily.

“What do you mean by that?” He asks as he creases his forehead.

“Nothing really,” I shrug, “Just that, I don’t know why they keep targeting me. I’ve never done anything to them and have kept to myself for the last two years. So, why me?” A tear slips down my cheek and I swipe it away with my hand.

“Come here, baby girl,” my dad pushes his chair out and holds his arms out for me to come to him. I haven’t sat in my father’s lap in years, but it feels so good when I curl up as he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight, “People can be such assholes, Ella. They bully other people to make themselves feel good because they are lacking something themselves.”

When he says the word ‘bully’. I think of Jace, and how he used to treat me. If what my dad says is true, what is it that Jace was lacking that made him want to bully me? It’s something that I will have to ask him when we have our little talk. Now that he’s claimed me, I intend to hold him to his promise of telling me why he did what he did.

“I don’t see what they were lacking, they are all part of the popular crowd at school, whereas I’m a loner.” | respond to his explanation.

“Well, I can see why that Kaylee girl would want to bully you, you are so much prettier than she is,” He pulls back and grins as he looks down at me, “She can’t hold a candle to my little girl!”

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“Oh, dad,” I slap him lightly on the chest and giggle, “stop being so biased!”

“Well, it’s true, and as for the others, they could have been jealous because you wouldn’t give them the time of day.” He shrugs.

I drop my smile, “But Mason, he pretended to be my friend. He even apologized for the way he treated me, and he seemed so sincere.”

My father leans in closer, “He was buttering you up; trying to get you to trust him again. I don’t know what his plans were, but I’m guessing that when you and Jace started hanging out again, he gave up his act.”

I’m trying to put everything together inside my head, but it feels as though I am missing something. Things just aren’t adding up for me, and I consider myself a pretty smart girl, but I’m stumped. I snuggle in closer to my dad’s chest and close my eyes for a moment, I don’t know when I will get a chance to do this again.

“Thank you, daddy.”

His chest rumbles as he chuckles, “What are you thanking me íor, baby girl?”

“For being the best father that a girl could ever ask for.” ! smile even though he can’t see it.

His arms squeeze me a bit tighter, “You never have to thank me for loving you, baby. I will always love and protect my children; you kids, and your mother, are my world!”

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I sit in his lap for a few minutes longer before he finally gives in and tells me that I can leave. I give him a kiss on the cheek before scrambling off his lap and heading for the door before he changes his mind.

“I’ll be meeting with Jace in about an hour or so, whenever he gets off work. Will you let him in when he gets here?” My father calls out just as I leave the room, so I stick my head back in.

“Will do!”

He glances up at me, “We will need

I step back

it up, since he’s the one you called after the attack. I just want to make sure that we are all on the same page, sweetie.” He goes back to flipping through

I’m finally able to get away, but now I need to figure out how to

worked things out and now he is my Dom who likes to spank me.’. Yeah, that will go over well with him. I roll my

Make sure your window is unlocked for me

between my legs.

so much? Is it just Jace, or would I be this way with someone else? I decide to try and look up information on my own. I want to be

and read up on, the more my core clenches. I always thought about a submissive as being controlled, and that is not one of my favorite words when it comes to a relationship but being controlled and giving control to another person is different; it’s all about giving and taking, and about balancing the relationship out. The more I read, the more I realize that what Jace was describing to me was correct, not just

off my bed, I hurry downstairs and open the door to my green-eyed boy. Jace grins at me as he -notices what I’m wearing, and then licks his lips. He steps in closer to me, placing his hands on my hips,

toss you over

words, and my body reacts like the little slut she is for him. I bite my lip and step aside, letting Jace come in. I shut the door and walk him to my

are already heated, but they heat more the longer I look at the boy

from leaving, “Ella,” he pauses until I turn back to him, “Don’t ever answer the door dressed like that

darkened area of my nipples, and my hardened nips aren’t helping either. I quickly cross my arms and turn away from him, but his hand wraps around

beautiful, but I don’t want others seeing what is mine. You are mine, aren’t you?” He searches my eyes

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“Yes, Jace,

away, he uncrosses my arms and brings them to my sides, keeping his eyes on my chest as he bites his lower lip,

climbs through and has me pressed up against his chest. He doesn’t kiss me, he just gazes at me, his eyes roving over my face as one of his hands cup the

you need something?” I stutter because I’m so turned

“But I told you earlier, when I made you remain naked that I would pleasure you too

!!

“And was l?”

!

gives me his sexy smile, “Yeah, you

lets me go. If it wasn’t for my limbs wrapped around his body, i’d be bouncing on

back up at him. His cocky grin has me throbbing below and I try to keep my breathing even, so he doesn’t know just how much he’s turned me on. Even when his grin slips away

of my cami and then using both hands, he slides the material upwards really slow, “After that, I’m going to fuck you how I want and watch you come again, and I want your eyes on me the whole time,” he pulls the camí up

“Yes, it’s pineapple.”

just in case.” He slides off me, taking my bootie shorts and panties with him, “Well, this isn’t a surprise,” he holds up my panties that now have a dark patch in the crotch area, “my little slut is already making a mess and

around my wrists, stretching it out as he

as he pulls his shirt up and over his head and then kicks off his black combat boots that are never tied. He smirks at my rapturous gaze as he opens his jeans. I bite my lip when he starts to push the waist down,

crotch, “Is this what you want?” He rubs his bulge with his other hand, “Is it? Are you going to be my good little whore and let me use your pretty

before getting back off the bed to remove his pants. His cock looks angry as

tongue licking through my folds. Not that I have anything to compare it to, but Jace’s tongue is pure magic as he works it over my clit and down though my folds. Even my butthole loves his tongue when it circles the tight puckered ring at its entrance. My hips buck and grind, but

“Eyes on me, Ella.”

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whimper at the loss of his tongue, but then he slips one hand onto my thigh and pushes it out, opening me wider as his other hand goes down between my

only sound that comes from me as I try to moan. I’m still so sore, but it feels

you like that, huh? Does

you want me to stop? Snap your fingers

and start grinding on

when you fuck yourself on my hand, you look so fucking hot!” He watches me

he picks up speed. It feels like he’s added another finger because I’m feeling really full now. Whatever he’s doing, it’s working because my climax has climbed all the way up, and like a rollercoaster, when it gets to the top of a drop off, it lingers briefly and then begins to tip; that’s what this one feels like. It’s a good thing Jace gagged me because the moan that breaks free is a doozy as I’m tossed over the edge and I begin to plummet to the bottom of the abyss, only this one feels endless as wave after wave rumbles through me.

his fingers pull out of me and is replaced by his girth, “I’ll be lucky if I last two seconds.” He pushes forward and as soon as his tip is in, he

it when my body is still pulsing with aftershocks from my climax. Jace lifts my legs up and in front of him so he can place them on his shoulders. This opens me up more, and I can feel how much deeper he can