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My Bully’s Love by Stacy Rush

Chapter 65
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“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.”
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.
Lifting my leg, so my knee rests on the bed, he now has better
access to go deeper and harder, and it’s exactly what he does. His breathing becomes harder the closer he gets to releasing
himself, and I begin to groan every time he slams into me, hitting me so deep that it causes a brief pain, but it matters none to
me.
“Please, Sir, come hard...fill me up...” | pant as my Dom uses me for his pleasure.
“No worries there, Precious. You’re going to get a huge load in just a sec. You’re going to be dripping all night long.” He picks up
his speed and then grips the back of my neck with one hand, holding me down, as his other hand grips my hip, “Fucking take it
all, baby!” He slams into me one last time and literally roars as he shoots his load deep inside of me.
Jace rests his head against my spine as he catches his breath. When he’s ready to continue, his hand that is still gripping my
neck closes around the hair at my nape and he lifts me to my feet. A shiver runs through me at the careless, but non hurtful, way
he helps me to stand; he is now in Dom mode. He urges me forward without instruction, stopping us in front of the wooden St.
Andrew’s cross. He doesn’t need to tell me to raise my arms, I just do, waiting for him to secure my wrists to it. Moving down to
my ankles, he then restrains them to the wooden boards as well.
He chuckles as his seed drips and trickles down my inner thighs, he smears it around. He then dips his finger into my pussy and
pumps a few times before pulling it out and standing back up. He lets me lick our mixed fluids from his finger before he moves
away. Suddenly, I feel his presence behind me once again.
“You will ask me to belt you, Precious. I will not do anything.

until you have asked nicely.” I feel the soft leather as he runs it over my back lightly. The feel of it now is a huge contrast to what
it’s going to feel like in a moment.
“Please, Master Jace, belt me good...please make it hurt...” | plead breathlessly.
“Are you sure that this is what you want?”
“Yes, Sir...I need this...”
Lips softly press against my shoulder, “I love you, Precious.” He doesn’t wait for me to say the words back as he steps away and

brings the first strike down. He doesn’t mark up my back at all, keeping to the soft globes of my butt. After so many, he pauses
and massages each cheek before
continuing.
There is no counting these strikes. All I need to do is lean into the wooden structure and enjoy every sensation, every sting,
every burn. I can feel the flames licking at my core, wanting nothing more than to turn into an explosion. The savage way he
uses the belt against my delicate skin would make one think that he hates me, and that he wants to cause me this pain. He may
like to cause me some pain, knowing that I enjoy it, but only I know just how much he dislikes hurting me like this. So, even
though it looks like he’s doing this out of malice, he’s really in control and is doing this out of love for me.
The leather hits the floor and all I can hear is his hard breathing; that’s how much effort he put into strapping me. I’ m only
halfway there though. Moaning out my need as I pant myself, I turn my head slightly, “More, Master Jace...please. I want the
cane.”
I hear him walk away, only to return a moment later, “No worries, Precious. I plan on caning this ass really good, but first...”
I feel him attach the straps to my thighs. I know what this is, and my core is already dripping with excitement, but my brain is
crying out because I already know that he’s not going to let me stop until he’s ready or I safe word. As soon as he inserts the
wand in its holder, he turns it on, making my already sensitive clit throb even more.
“You’re going to come until I say to stop. You want it to hurt, you’re going to really hurt once I drag every drop of cum from your
body...and then some.”
“Oh God, Sir...”

“God isn’t going to help you now, Precious.” He leans in, reaching both arms around to my chest, and pinches both nipples as he
gives me his order, “Come now!”
I can’t stop my body from obeying even if I wanted to. It responds to my Dom’s voice on instinct these days, I have no say in how
it reacts, “OHH...FUCK! PLEASE, SIR...!”
“Please what? I hope the next words from your mouth is to ask me to come again because that is the only request that I will
grant, aside from making you hurt more.”
“ARGH!!” My climax is still rippling through me as he begins using the cane, prolonging it a bit more.
“That’s right, my dirty whore loves when I torture her sweet cunt, don’t you?” He asks sadistically.
“Yes, Sir, I do...please make it hurt!”
My legs want to give out, but I stay strong and endure it because I know soon, I will be floating in subspace. I can feel the
endorphins starting to fire up with every contact. Another climax hits me, and he continues. This goes on for a bit, and I’ ve
already lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had.
There is a pause as Jace comes around to the front to check on me. At the same time, he tortures my nipples, keeping up with
the pain that my body is needy for. I smile at him, and he smirks back, “You’re doing really well baby. Just a little more and you’re
there.”