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.

raises a brow at me, “Are you seriously trying to bribe

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

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

Inod, sheepishly.

stands up and pulls himself out, “This… this is what you

me when I watch him stroke

self.

“Yes, Sir…”

simple command, one that i m happy to oblige. “Now, spread yourself so I can

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

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,

I whimper, “You wanted me to fuck you, but you

Sir, I love you!” | pant as I try keeping myself from tumbling

do you

“You, Sir!”

gives you permission

come at all, but I need to so bad. Isn’t it better to ask for forgiveness instead

“You do, Sir…”

“Damn right…”

tells me that I do not have per mission, and, in the process, my walls grip him, and he spills his

trouble!” He jerks and thrusts into

and I stop; my walls squeeze him even more as I

yes!”

out regardless on if I’m still

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

the bed if you want to

my climax is over. Jace then slaps my ass and chuckles, “You’re such a slut.” || smile and then