My Bully’s Love by Stacy Rush

The last place I thought we would end up is at the local gym, but had I thought about it, I should have known this is where he would take me. Where else do you go to hit stuff? It’s not a big gym, but it looks as though it focuses on boxing more that weightlifting. I don’t want to lift heavy stuff, I want to hit stuff, so this place is perfect. I’m assuming he searched online for a gym in town that I would benefit from. He’s so thoughtful, that it makes me wonder if all Doms are this way or is it just the boyfriend side of him. Either way, I love him more for it.

Before starting, he takes each of my hands and wraps some sort of bandage looking strip around my knuckles, hand, and wrist on each one. I’m then brought over to a little ball-looking thing that hangs down, which he keeps referring to it as a speed bag or something. Jace shows me how to use it, and I don’t know what interests me more, the boxing equipment or the fact that his biceps bulge as he hits it continuously. I bite down on my lip as I watch him very intently.

“Keep eye fucking me like that and I’m going to take you right here, Precious.” He warns with a slight growl.

Iglance at him and give him my sexiest smile, “I never knew how hot boxing could be, Sir.”

“Boxing or the guy doing the boxing?” He raises a brow and smirks.

I sweep my eyes up and down his body, taking in the loose

basketball shorts that he’s wearing. The outline of his well endowed man part is visible with his every move. Moving my eyes back to his upper body, there isn’t an ounce of fat to be found. If his body alone doesn’t make a woman come, then there is something seriously wrong with her. What I want to know though, is when did his body change? I remember him being lean, but not bulky. Now, all I want to do is worship his body and let him do all the deliciously dirty things that he wants to do to me as I beg him not to stop.

“The guy, definitely the guy…” I lick my lips.

He lowers his voice down so nobody can hear him, “Okay, my greedy little whore, get that cute ass over here and start punching this bag. You don’t get to have my cock until we get back home.”

“You just threatened to take me right here,” I pout jokingly, “Now I have to wait until we get home?”

Jace groans, “You’re killing me here, Precious. Do you want to hit shit, or do you want me to fuck shit; it’s your decision.”

I giggle, “I’m sorry, I’ll be good.”

For the next hour and a half, Jace shows me all of the boxing equipment and I take my frustrations out on the punching bags. Now that I know how to punch the long punching bag, I have time to think about the call from my dad and the main reason we are here. It feels so good to be aggressive and act like I’m hitting each one of their faces every time I throw a

punch. I can’t believe that they got off the way they did! What about me? Am I chopped liver? Do my feelings not count for anything?

I continue to punch the bag aggressively, throwing in a kick here and there. My focus is on one thing, hitting the fucking bag in front of me until I’m satisfied that each one of their faces are caved in. I’m grunting and growling with each hit, and my limbs are growing tired. I can’t feel sweat rolling down my front and back, but I still don’t stop.

Finally, I feel arms come around my waist and pull me back as I start to kick out with my legs, trying to hit the bag one more time, “Shh, baby. Stop, it’s okay.” I hear Jace’s husky voice in my ear, “Don’t hurt yourself over them, they aren’t worth it.”

The flood gates finally open up, and Jace turns me into his chest and lifts me up. Wrapping my legs around his waist, he moves us over to a bench where we can sit, and I can take a moment for myself. I take more than a moment, though. He lets me cry it out in the middle of the gym. Not too many people pay us any attention, they are here for one thing, and it’s not to watch a guy soothe his crying girlfriend.

his neck and look at him. He uses his thumbs to wipe away the wetness from my face, “Feel

got here. I give him a small smile, “I

kicks up, “What

want to reach subspace, Sir. Can you do

tenting his shorts. He unwraps my hands and then grabs our things. Not caring that others may see his

when he gets behind the wheel and moves his seat all the way back. He pulls his monster from his shorts and motions

glance around the parking

about it. If they see, they see. You can’t get your master hard like this and then not take care him when he demands it. Now, take off those shorts and

my gym shorts off. With one last look around the parking lot, 1 straddle his lap and his hands go straight to my hips. Using my hand, I grab his girth and place it at my entrance, and very slowly start sliding down on him. I watch his facial expression as I take him into my body. It feels so right having him inside me like this, like

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don’t ever get to

Ride me like

together. I move just how he likes it, moaning and groaning as he starts rubbing my clit. It doesn’t matter how sweaty I am, he lifts my top one handed and takes a nipple into his mouth. His nips and bites drive me crazier

it when I take you deep into my pussy?” I don’t know where these words are coming from, but I can’t stop them from spewing, “God, Sir, I love the

Ella, you sound so fucking hot when you talk like that. You need to talk like that more often. Come on now, your master needs to fill you up, fuck me good,

fuck him as hard as I can, making him come really hard in less than thirty seconds, “Yes! God Sir… fill me up! Give me all of

in place as he thrusts hard up inside of me. I throw my head back, enjoying the feel of him releasing his hot seed deep inside of me. I struggle to hold my own orgasm from happening, but I do. “Damn, Precious… what the fuck was that?” He rests his

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me run my fingers through his

like I wasn’t

that. I’m not sure how you held off, but I’m going to

be naughty so I will be punished. Good girls get rewarded and naughty girls get punished, but I act naughty so I can be punished because that is a reward for me also. It can be confusing to some, but to me there

floor, Jace asks, “Are you

as we step into our apartment, we will resume our D/s roles, only! want it to hurt, so it’s going to get rough, “Will you be

what you need, but know that I will stop if I feel that

about, and I will make it hurt as much as I can. You must trust me, though. Trust me to know what’s enough for you, will you?” He caresses my cheek with his

from caressing me, but to keep him doing it for a little bit longer. When the elevator dings

strip. You will then take the