My Bully’s Love by Stacy Rush

A Romantic Dinner

With the day being so emotional for me, Jace thought it would be a good idea to take me out to dinner. It isn’t anything fancy, but it isn’t fast food either. It’s a quaint little Italian restaurant that offers private tables and romantic music. Jace even pulls the chair out for me and places a kiss on my bare shoulder before I sit down. Thank God I changed from my jean shorts and tank top, into a sundress before heading to go fill out our statements. Even though, this isn’t a high-class place, I still would have been out of place with what I was wearing.

The tables are small, and they have sheer curtains all around, giving you a sense of privacy. A rose in a slim, glass vase, with a candle beside it, sits in the middle of each table. The server brings us two glasses of water and a basket of breadsticks when she comes to greet us. Leaving us with two menus, my eyes roam the area that we are in. I can barely see through the curtains, so we have quite a bit of privacy.

Once the server comes back and takes our orders, I give Jace my full attention, and smile, “Thank you, Jace. This is all so

romantic.”

He reaches over and takes my hand, “I wanted to do something to cheer you up, baby. I hate seeing you sad, and we also have to celebrate.”

“I thought you were going to take me home to do that?” | grin.

“Well, you know that will be a given, but I wanted to do

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something special, especially now that we don’t have to worry about stalkers.”

I suck on my lower lip for a brief second, “Can I thank you now, or do I have to wait?”

“What do you have in mind?” He cocks a brow as he grins.

Before I can chicken out, I take a quick glance around and then start sliding off my chair. Jace’s expression goes into shock mode, as I disappear beneath the table. A white tablecloth hangs all around, so I have complete privacy as I reach my hands up and undo his jeans. I hear chuckle come from him, but it gets cut short as I wrap my lips around his growing cock.

do this on my own, but I’m so glad I have, because I feel powerful. Being able to choose to do this on my own and not be ordered to do it, is just as hot as when he does order me to do it.

the server has come back. I go to pull away, but Jace holds my head in

on about how she will be starting college classes soon, but she’s only a senior in high school. On

he feels the need to continue the conversation

then does he start trying to get the

very sexy girlfriend, so I suggest you leave and only come back to do what you are

it down. Once I make sure he’s all nice and clean, I tuck him away and crawl back up into my chair,

too full after the appetizer that

as the server looks at me strangely because we never ordered any appetizers. I smile at the girl, “My boyfriend was sweet enough to feed me a special treat.” || wink at her, but she’s

are such a little slut.” Jace says jokingly after the girl

shrug, “You love it, and besides, she

will definitely reward you

I don’t want to ruin this dinner for him, though. I know he’s happy that he’s doing something nice for me, so I will be patient, and let him

Precious. Tell me how much you want my cock, and I will give you two more stripes across your beautiful ass.”

since before I was stabbed, even when Jude worked me over, it wasn’t anything as bad as I wanted. I’ve

love so much. My

been a very good

across my very sore and very red butt has me sucking in my breath, just before I cry out from the deep sting. One more, as promised, comes down before I hear him toss it to the floor. I’m already bent over the spanking bench and so he doesn’t waste anytime slamming

can feel him touching places that he’s never touched before. The burn each time he slams against my welted skin, builds the

“YES, SIR! GOD…MORE PLEASE!

before he even gives me permission. Not lecturing me for releasing without asking,

want to try something, Precious. I think

able to respond, “What

to do DP, don’t you?” He asks as he walks away and rummages through the drawers where he keeps all the dildos and

“Yes, Sir…”