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.

at me, “Are you

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

doesn’t mean that I can give into my needs just because I’m feeling a little frisky. We are

Inod, sheepishly.

up and pulls himself out, “This… this is what you want?”

me when I watch

self.

“Yes, Sir…”

It’s a simple command, one that i m happy to oblige. “Now,

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

harder. He inserts a finger into my back hole a little at a time, spitting

wanted me to fuck you, but you said nothing about coming, so don’t you dare do it.” He slams into

you!” | pant as I try

do you belong

“You, Sir!”

you permission to

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

“You do, Sir…”

“Damn right…”

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

Damn it, Precious, you are so in trouble!” He jerks and thrusts into

the peak, and I stop; my walls squeeze him even more as I let the floodgates open, “OH…

yes!”

pulls out regardless on if

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,

yourself on the bed if you

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