My Bully’s Love by Stacy Rush

The smell of coffee wafts through my senses as I try to sleep just a little bit longer. The bed in the cage is comfort able, but nothing beats sleeping in our bed with Jace’s arms wrapped around me. I frown after this thought runs through my head, because they are no longer around me, and if I’m

smelling coffee, then that means he is already up. I open my eyes grudgingly, and glance at the clock on my nightstand. Thank God I have the day off because it’s already after ten in the morning.

I drag my deliciously sore body from bed and make my way to the bathroom as I wipe the sleep from my eyes and give a big yawn. As I sit and empty my very full bladder, I think back to last night and everything that has occurred. I think Jace and I need to sit down and go over my limits as his sub once again. There are changes that I want to make, mainly to my hard limit’s list; a couple of things that I want to add, to be precise.

I know we are young and still learning this whole new lifestyle, but I’m coming to realize that I really do love it, and there are things that I do want to push myself to try, but I also want a normal life at times, like keeping it fifty-fifty. I don’t want to lose who I am as a person, and I feel that when I am in sub mode, I tend to give in more, no matter how bad Jace messes up.

I love Jace with everything I have, and I know he’s messed up big time in the past. People may not understand why would forgive him for what he put me through, but they also

don’t see what he’s been doing to make it up to me. I can be in a relationship with someone who has never hurt me, and they would never show me the love and dedication that Jace shows me every day. I know what I want, I’m not some simple bumpkin willing to take whatever she can get. Jace and I are a work in progress, and we may look like a hot mess at the mo ment, but we are each other’s hot mess.

I smile to myself, thinking about last night and the mess that we made together, multiple times. My hoo-ha is proof as I wipe myself when I’m done. I’m just washing my hands when a pair of hands slip around my waist, and lips nuzzle my neck.

“Mm, good morning, handsome.” I say on a soft breath.

“Morning, beautiful. Are you hungry?” Jace asks without removing his face form the crook of my neck.

“I can eat, if that’s what you’re asking, but that coffee sure does smell delicious.”

“You definitely smell way better than the coffee.” He chuckles and nips me gently before meeting my eyes in the mirror, “I slept so good with you back in our bed.”

reaching up and lacing my fin gers together behind his head, “Me too. Don’t ever make me sleep

and you won’t have to.”

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my tongue out and trace his lips

you have a point there.” He dips down

it, as I open

quick little make out session, and is done before too long, but it’s what I feel during it, “I love you, Jace.” I tell him as

you, Ella. Always have,

we both laugh. I gently push at his chest, so he takes a step back, but instead, he grabs me and tosses me over his shoulder, slapping

starts eating you; that’s my job.”

“Jace Mitchell

that gets to eat you is

takes his place right beside me. It feels good to actually sit on a chair or stool and eat my food, instead of kneeling. I definitely won’t be doing anything to earn me THAT punishment

God Jace likes to cook, and that he’s good at it be cause I suck at it. After another one of Jace’s delicious break fasts, I get out the cleaning supplies for my weekly cleaning

the dusting, sweeping and mopping, Jace throws the dirty dishes int the dishwasher and then starts a load of laundry in the stackable washer and dry er combo that only the top floor apartments have. Our fa vorite tunes are playing over the speakers that Jace and my dad installed, and

Jace isn’t that guy who thinks a woman’s place is in the kitchen, and that he helps with every aspect of having your own place. Sometimes I feel guilty, though, because he does most of the cooking, but to be fair, up until now, he hasn’t had another job to go to like I do, but I still try and take most of

to push notes under our door, letting us know whether or not an event is taking place or that something

hall, and Jace comes over to see what the noise is all about. I can’t take my eyes off

do is continue to stare at the paper, Jace takes it from my

I turn my head slowly and look up at him