My Bully’s Love

Chapter 80

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“Let day one begin.” He slides his cock into my mouth gently.

Drool is already pooling in my mouth from the gag that Jace put on me. Soon, it will be running out the sides of my mouth and dripping onto my breasts. He knows I don’t care too much for this gag, but of course, that is the number one reason why he put it on me.

He starts off slow, making me think that he’s going to be nice about it, but all too soon, he starts thrusting harder, shoving himself all the way into my throat and holding himself there just long enough without me passing out. When I close my eyes, he orders me to open them and watch. He isn’t the loving Dom that he’s been all these months. In fact, he sounds just like he used to when he would bully me in high school. Is that a problem for me? Um, not unless I’m not going to be able to get off at all, because the bully side of him is what made me fall for him in the first place.

His emotions are turned off as he fucks my face like I’m a regular whore off the street. Should I act like one? I know he

likes it, and he knows I like being treated like one, so why not? The harder he thrusts, the more I moan. When I try to reach down and play with myself, he takes his cock away and has me kneel before him until my fire dims. The last time I try, he gets the collar that will attach to wrist cuffs, and he restrains me.

By the time I feel him start to swell, my lips and throat are sore from the hard fucking, but I’m excited to get his come. Only, he doesn’t let me swallow it. No, spurts of his cum shoot across my breasts, chin, and stomach area. When I whimper, he just smirks and tucks himself back into his pants.

“Fucking whores don’t deserve my come. I save that for my good girl.” He helps me to stand and then walks me out to the living room. Tossing a pillow on the floor by the couch, he points to it, “Kneel.” It’s

all he says, so I obey.

He grabs his laptop and his coffee that I brought home for him and sits down on the couch right by where I am kneeling. I’m ignored the rest of the morning as he types away on the keys, and I kneel here restrained and gagged, drool dripping out of my mouth and dried cum all over me.

Right before lunch time, Jace pats the couch beside him, and

struggle to stand up. Once I’m up on the couch, he shoves me back so I’m now laying uncomfortably on my restrained arms. He leaves me briefly, only to come back with some of his Shibari rope. He makes it so my legs are spread wide open and uncomfortable. I’m beginning to see a pattern here. As my first punishment day, he’s going to take me however he wants and he’s going to make it extremely uncomfortable for me. I’ve read about this type of punishment before, and I must say, he’s doing a mighty fine job of it.

Pulling his pants off, he pushes his cock all the way into me slowly at first, since the plug is still inside of my butt. He’s still being considerate even though it’s supposed to be a punishment.

He stares at me as he spits on my clit, and then slams into me. Being jarred while I’m all bound up is definitely not my cup of tea, and the way he continues to spit on me is telling me that he’s not seeing me as his Precious. No, I’m nothing but a dirty whore for him to satiate himself with.

When he comes, he pulls out and comes on my stomach, adding to the already dried cum from this morning, “Don’t fucking move until that dries. I don’t want it all over the place.” Once he’s turned away, I whimper with need, but it doesn’t matter none because I know that it will be a very long time before I get to have a release.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Jace orders pizza for lunch, and when the buzzer rings, he gets up and heads to the door without covering me up. Granted, the door is down the hall a bit, but if they really strained their neck, they would see me gagged, bound, and naked on the couch. That should humiliate me, but weirdly, it does the opposite. Deep down, I’m hoping they see me like this, but of course, today is not my lucky day.

Carrying the pizza box, Jace stops in front of the couch, “Look at you, all spread eagle, hoping to be seen, huh? I bet you loved thinking that he would see you like this. Your dripping cunt gives you away.” Tossing the box on the table, he starts by taking the gag off me first, and then the rope, and lastly the wrist restraints. “Kneel and eat.” Is all he manages to say to me as he points to the pillow.

This is only day one, and I’m beginning to hate my punishment. I don’t like that he isn’t talking to me like how we usually talk, and that he won’t call me by my pet name. I can tell that it’s bothering him too, every once in a while. I’m not the only one being punished for my actions, and that alone makes me feel so undeserving of being Jace’s sub.

By the time night falls, I’m so exhausted from being used as a

cock sleeve that all I want to do is shower and then go to bed, but Jace still isn’t done with me. He orders me to go back to the playroom and bend back over the bed. I know what this means, I know what his plans are, but I obey him all the same.

Thankfully, he doesn’t leave me in the room forever like he did this morning. Instead, he comes in, goes into a drawer, and then comes over to me. Placing a hand on my lower back, he takes hold of the base, “Take a deep breath and then push back as I pull this out.” He tells me in a soft voice.

Once the plug is out, he squeezes lube around my back hole and then he’s pressing himself into me. I try to relax, knowing that this is most likely the last time he takes me today, but he’s girthy and it’s always a challenge for him to get inside my back hole no matter how much he works it. I whimper and grunt multiple times before he gets it completely in.”

“Fuck…” He curses, but then starts to move and picks up the pace, “Damn it, Ella, why do you make me punish you?” He doesn’t expect an answer because he then starts really hammering into me until he’s coming once again, only this time he stays inside of me.

By the time he pulls out, I’m too tired to move, and so he picks me up and carries me to the shower where he continues to hold me while he washes both of us. He’s losing his steam, I can tell. Trying to be the bully that he was is taking a toll on him, IX

can see it in his eyes.

When he carries me back over to the bed, I slide down his body until my feet hit the floor, and he presses a tender kiss to my forehead, “Bedtime, Ella.”

I slip to my knees and crawl into the cage under the bed. Laying down on my side, I watch as he squats down and locks the door, “I’m really sorry, Master Jace.” I whisper softly.

His eyes burn into mine as he tries to make out the truth within my own, “I wish I could believe that Ella, I really do.” He then leaves me, turning the light off but leaving the door open, allowing a stream of light to come through the room.

I’ve never felt so alone as I do at this moment. Even when I was being bullied for real, I never felt this way. I hate that I made Jace feel that he had no choice but to punish me this way? I keep pressing my luck, hoping that he will belt or cane me, anything that will give me the pain that I crave, only this time, I went too far. I honestly didn’t do it on purpose, though. I figured going straight there and back and leaving him a note would be a good thing. I thought I was being a good girl by doing it that way, but I still messed up. Closing my eyes, I prepare to go to sleep. I have a feeling that day two is going to be a doozy.