My Bully’s Love by Stacy Rush

A SURPRISE FOR ELLA

I hate keeping secrets from Ella, but even Ethan asked me not to say anything to her just yet. Ella has had a rough few years, and I know that I am the cause for all of it, and all I want to do now, is make her happy. If that means keeping things from her that may stress her out, so be it. I know she is upset, thinking that the stalker is Mason, but she feels as though we can handle him. Ethan and I aren’t so sure it is Mason anymore.

According to Ethan, he had checked out Mason’s whereabouts during our grad party, and we have it on good authority that he was nowhere near our party. That doesn’t mean that he couldn’t have had someone else deliver it, but I doubt he would let anybody know about his stalking ten dencies if it is him. So, it takes us back to square one.

Whoever it is, though, hasn’t bothered Ella since gradu ation, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t lurking in the shad ows, waiting to get my girl alone. I’ve let Ella down one too many times in the past, so I will be damned if I do it again. It doesn’t matter if she begs me, I will not risk her life by not

having me or one of her friends with her at all times. I’m be ginning to think that the spankings aren’t doing a thing for her, when I try disciplining her for not putting her safety first. Deep down, I know she’s only doing it, because she likes being disciplined.

Since Ella and I have been together, she has come such a long way in her sexuality. She was so shy in the begin ning, and now I’m worried that I’ve created a monster, but in a good way for the most part. The only thing that con cerns me is when she is wanting more than what I’m want ing to give to her, but I think I need to just let go, and trust that she knows how much she can take. She has her safe word and all, but I think it all stems down to me not want ing to hurt her more, after everything I have done, even if it is consensual. I guess we both still have a ways to go to get to that perfect place in our relationship. It will take time, and a lot of discipline on both our parts, but I do believe that we can achieve it all in time.

Jude gave me a couple of names to clubs in our area, and after researching them to see which would be the best fit, I chose the one named Shameless. It’s supposed to have everything we are looking for, but without it being a private club. Obviously, it won’t have what the private clubs have, but it will be enough for us to start with.

Instead of telling Ella about the club, I decide to sur prise her with it. I’ve been holding on to an outfit that I had bought for her a few weeks before I moved here. I was sav ing it for just the right time, and I’m hoping this it. I’ve also got another little gift for her, and I plan on having her open both once she returns home from work. Reece is with her right now, so I can set everything up. I want this night to be special for both of us, and I would be lying if I said that I’m not nervous.

I hear the front door open and close, followed by the locks going into place. Ever since the break-in to her apart ment downstairs, she’s always quick to lock the doors. When she finally rounds the corner, she stops short, seeing me leaning against the counter with my ankles and arms crossed.

“Strip.”

looks questioningly at

to understand that it’s a D/s kind of night. I can see the twinkle in her eyes as she begins to get undressed. I can never

fully naked, I push myself away from the intor and slowly walk over to her. My eyes sweep

too big, and her body has that hourglass figure that most women would die for. Add

to use the voice that I know will make her wet, “I want you to go into the bathroom and slip this fine

a

tub, Sir?” She

this time, Precious. I want you to relax and make

I hush her, “Don’t make me punish you already. I have a nice

“Okay, I’m sorry, Sir.”

her cheeky bottom, earning myself a cute giggle as she hurries

son the steaks and prepare the veggies for the steamer. I love to cook. I found out that I was good at it the first time Ella left, when she didn’t say goodbye. I was depressed, and so I decided that I would try my hand at it. It

it fall down over her shoulders. She didn’t ask, so she just as sumed that I’d want her naked. She assumed right, though, because I want to stare at her as

I say one word, “Sit.” Like the Good Girl that she is, she sits. I bring her plate over to her and place a kiss on top of her head as I set it down,

looks at me sheepishly be cause I’m watching, I turn my attention to my own food. We sit in silence for a while as we eat, but

going on? Did I miss a

can’t wait any longer. Get ting up, I go into the hall closet and bring out the two gifts,

into the wrapping and discards it on the floor. Her gasp makes me smile as she pulls