My Bully’s Love by Stacy Rush

“I trust you to hurt me and make me feel good, and I trust you to take me into subspace; please trust me when I say that I want you to get pleasure as well. I’m giving you consent to take any hole you want, Sir.”

The way Jace looks at me has me wanting to question him, but I know I can’t, I’m not allowed, not when we are in here. He has the look of someone torn, someone who wants something more than anything, and someone who knows they won’t be getting that something. It’s the second half of that look that worries me. I wish he would trust me to know what I want. I may be new to this, but I can still make my own decisions. I know it’s because he worries for me, he’s come a long way in the last few months, but he needs to take a step back and look at the bigger picture. He’s wanting to explore this lifestyle with me, but he isn’t allowing me to explore the lengths my body can endure.

I let him help me off the floor, and as always, he presses his lips against my forehead, always reminding me that he loves me before we start. What surprises me, though, is that he walks me over to the bed and bends me over the edge before leaning over my body. His hot breath caresses my neck, and then my ear; his voice is low and raspy.

“I’m going to warm this cute ass up and then I’m going to take your cunt one last time before the fun really begins. Is that okay with you?’ He drags his tongue up the shell of my ear.

“Yes, Sir, please…”

The way he’s bent over me is putting a bit of pressure on my

back and making my clit rub against the bed. I want to grind against it, but I know he wouldn’t like that, so I remain still and wait for what’s to come.

“You will count, Precious.” Without warning, he begins, and I gasp in surprise.

“One, Sir!”

WHACK…

“Two, Sir!”

WHACK…

“Three, Sir!”

raining down slaps there as well. The burn is driving my desire higher and higher, and then just

he won’t allow me to come yet just by his own moans. No, this part is just for him. I try pushing myself back to fuck myself on him, but he swats my ass once, indicating that he doesn’t want me moving. I’m his fuck toy at the moment, so all I do is lay here and

leg, so my knee rests

and it’s exactly what he does. His breathing becomes harder the closer he gets to releasing himself, and I begin to groan every time he slams

hard…fill me up…” | pant as my Dom uses me

night long.” He picks up his speed and then grips the back of my neck with one hand, holding me down, as his other hand grips my hip, “Fucking take it all, baby!” He

non hurtful, way he helps me to stand; he is now in Dom mode. He urges me forward without instruction, stopping us in front of the wooden St. Andrew’s cross. He doesn’t need to tell me to raise my arms, I just do, waiting for him

smears it around. He then dips his finger into my pussy and pumps a few times before pulling it out and standing back up. He lets me lick our mixed fluids from his finger before he moves away. Suddenly, I feel his presence

to belt you, Precious. I

nicely.” I feel the soft leather as he runs it over my back lightly. The feel of it now is a

Jace, belt me good…please

this is what

“Yes, Sir…I need this…”

first strike down. He doesn’t mark up my back at all, keeping to the soft globes of my butt. After so many, he pauses and massages

continuing.

counting these strikes. All I need to do is lean into the wooden structure and enjoy every sensation, every sting, every burn. I can feel the flames licking at my core, wanting nothing more than to turn into an explosion. The savage way he uses the belt against my delicate skin would make one think that he hates me, and that he wants to cause me this pain. He may like to cause me some pain, knowing that I enjoy it, but only

hard breathing; that’s how much effort he put into strapping me. I’ m only halfway there though. Moaning out my need as I

him walk away, only to return a moment later, “No worries, Precious.