Page 148 of My Bully's Love


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Entering the room, I finish undressing and then kneel as instructed. He isn’t long, just long enough to change into the gray sweatpants that he knows are my favorite ones on him. He comes to stand in front of me but waits to say anything.

I’m kneeling here, dripping from my core already, knowing what is going to take place and I can hardly wait. I need this, I need it to help with the pain of feeling like I’m not good enough, like I’m not important enough. I need it to help take away the fact that a judge thinks it’s okay for four people to gang up and assault me, touching me without permission. Jace knows what I need, he knows how to make me feel good, and that’s one of the reasons why I trust him to do this.

“What’s your safe word?”

“Pineapple, Sir…”

“How do you safe word if I gag you and you can’t speak?”

“I snap my fingers, Sir…”

“Good girl. Now, we need to talk about what you want to happen while you’re in subspace. Do you want me to end everything, or do you want me to fuck you and make you come?”

“Can I let you know once I get there, Sir?” I ask, “I don’t know how I will feel at that time.”

“No, we discuss it beforehand because you will not be in the right frame of mind once you are there. If you’re not sure, then I will just go straight to aftercare.”

“What do you want, Sir?”

He walks behind me and starts putting my hair in a braid, “I would like nothing more than to fuck your tight little ass, but that’s me. This is about you and what you need, Precious.”

“But what if what I need is to want to make you happy, to give you what you want, Sir.”

He comes back around and squats down, looking me in the eye, “It pleases me that you want to make me happy, but once again, this is for you, not me.”

I know what I want, and if I remember right, the last time I was in subspace felt amazing, like I was floating on air. Why not let him take my back hole while I’m in that state, it’s not like it’s a hard limit for me.

“I trust you to hurt me and make me feel good, and I trust you to take me into subspace; please trust me when I say that I want you to get pleasure as well. I’m giving you consent to take any hole you want, Sir.”

Chapter 57

Make It Hurt

The way Jace looks at me has me wanting to question him, but I know I can’t, I’m not allowed, not when we are in here. He has the look of someone torn, someone who wants something more than anything, and someone who knows they won’t be getting that something. It’s the second half of that look that worries me. I wish he would trust me to know what I want. I may be new to this, but I can still make my own decisions. I know it’s because he worries for me, he’s come a long way in the last few months, but he needs to take a step back and look at the bigger picture. He’s wanting to explore this lifestyle with me, but he isn’t allowing me to explore the lengths my body can endure.

I let him help me off the floor, and as always, he presses his lips against my forehead, always reminding me that he loves me before we start. What surprises me, though, is that he walks me over to the bed and bends me over the edge before leaning over my body. His hot breath caresses my neck, and then my ear; his voice is low and raspy.

“I’m going to warm this cute ass up and then I’m going to take your cunt one last time before the fun really begins. Is that okay with you?’ He drags his tongue up the shell of my ear.

“Yes, Sir, please…”

The way he’s bent over me is putting a bit of pressure on my back and making my clit rub against the bed. I want to grind against it, but I know he wouldn’t like that, so I remain still and wait for what’s to come.

“You will count, Precious.” Without warning, he begins, and I gasp in surprise.

“One, Sir!”

WHACK…

“Two, Sir!”

WHACK…

“Three, Sir!”

They keep coming, and soon I’m at twenty-five, but he isn’t done. He moves down to my sit spot and starts raining down slaps there as well. The burn is driving my desire higher and higher, and then just when I’m needing only a few more to toss me over the edge, the spanking stops. Spreading my cheeks, he slides himself in without saying anything as the scene transitions to the next.

I know he won’t allow me to come yet just by his own moans. No, this part is just for him. I try pushing myself back to fuck myself on him, but he swats my ass once, indicating that he doesn’t want me moving. I’m his fuck toy at the moment, so all I do is lay here and take whatever he gives me. My backside burns with every thrust, igniting the flames within me to burn even brighter. It will take a little more in order for me to come, but for now, I lay here and enjoy the sweet torture.

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