My Bully’s Love by Stacy Rush

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A SURPRISE FOR ELLA
I hate keeping secrets from Ella, but even Ethan asked me not to say anything to her just yet. Ella has had a rough few years,
and I know that I am the cause for all of it, and all I want to do now, is make her happy. If that means keeping things from her that
may stress her out, so be it. I know she is upset, thinking that the stalker is Mason, but she feels as though we can handle him.
Ethan and I aren’t so sure it is Mason anymore.
According to Ethan, he had checked out Mason’s whereabouts during our grad party, and we have it on good authority that he
was nowhere near our party. That doesn’t mean that he couldn’t have had someone else deliver it, but I doubt he would let
anybody know about his stalking ten dencies if it is him. So, it takes us back to square one.
Whoever it is, though, hasn’t bothered Ella since gradu ation, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t lurking in the shad ows, waiting
to get my girl alone. I’ve let Ella down one too many times in the past, so I will be damned if I do it again. It doesn’t matter if she
begs me, I will not risk her life by not
having me or one of her friends with her at all times. I’m be ginning to think that the spankings aren’t doing a thing for her, when I
try disciplining her for not putting her safety first. Deep down, I know she’s only doing it, because she likes being disciplined.
Since Ella and I have been together, she has come such a long way in her sexuality. She was so shy in the begin ning, and now
I’m worried that I’ve created a monster, but in a good way for the most part. The only thing that con cerns me is when she is
wanting more than what I’m want ing to give to her, but I think I need to just let go, and trust that she knows how much she can
take. She has her safe word and all, but I think it all stems down to me not want ing to hurt her more, after everything I have
done, even if it is consensual. I guess we both still have a ways to go to get to that perfect place in our relationship. It will take
time, and a lot of discipline on both our parts, but I do believe that we can achieve it all in time.
Jude gave me a couple of names to clubs in our area, and after researching them to see which would be the best fit, I chose the
one named Shameless. It’s supposed to have everything we are looking for, but without it being a private club. Obviously, it won’t
have what the private clubs have, but it will be enough for us to start with.
Instead of telling Ella about the club, I decide to sur prise her with it. I’ve been holding on to an outfit that I had bought for her a
few weeks before I moved here. I was sav ing it for just the right time, and I’m hoping this it. I’ve also got another little gift for her,
and I plan on having her open both once she returns home from work. Reece is with her right now, so I can set everything up. I

want this night to be special for both of us, and I would be lying if I said that I’m not nervous.

I hear the front door open and close, followed by the locks going into place. Ever since the break-in to her apart ment downstairs,
she’s always quick to lock the doors. When she finally rounds the corner, she stops short, seeing me leaning against the counter
with my ankles and arms crossed.
“Strip.”
She looks questioningly at me, “Jace?”
Smirking, I shake my head slowly, and that is all it takes for her to understand that it’s a D/s kind of night. I can see the twinkle in
her eyes as she begins to get undressed. I can never get tired of watching her strip for me. Even when we are old and wrinkly, I’ll
still enjoy every bit of it. It’s just the effect that she has always had on me.
Once she’s fully naked, I push myself away from the intor and slowly walk over to her. My eyes sweep her
perfect form; at least for me it’s perfect. Her breasts are big, but not too big, and her body has that hourglass figure that most
women would die for. Add her creamy, soft skin into the mix and it’s a perfect concoction of sexiness.
I lightly trail my finger up her arm as I walk around her and stop. Leaning closer to her ear, I make sure to use the voice that I
know will make her wet, “I want you to go into the bathroom and slip this fine ass,” | grab a handful of her ass cheek, “into the
steaming tub that I have prepared for you. When you’re done, you will come out here, so we can have a nice dinner together.”
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“Will you join me in the tub, Sir?” She grins as she asks.
“Not this time, Precious. I want you to relax and make sure you are nice and clean, and cleanly shaven.”
When she goes to say something else, I hush her, “Don’t make me punish you already. I have a nice night planned for us, and I
don’t want to delay it but having to take care of a naughty girlfriend.”
“Okay, I’m sorry, Sir.”
“It’s okay, now go.” | tap her cheeky bottom, earning myself a cute giggle as she hurries down the hall, toward our room.
As soon as I hear the water splash, I begin pulling items out to make dinner. I figure a nice steak dinner with a baked potato and
steamed veggies would be a great start to kick off our night. Starting the potatoes first, I then sea son the steaks and prepare the

veggies for the steamer. I love to cook. I found out that I was good at it the first time Ella left, when she didn’t say goodbye. I was
depressed, and so I decided that I would try my hand at it. It helped me get over her somewhat, but then she came back.
I’m just taking the steaks off from the smokeless grill when Ella comes back out, unpinning her hair and letting it fall down over

her shoulders. She didn’t ask, so she just as sumed that I’d want her naked. She assumed right, though, because I want to stare
at her as she eats. I want her hornier than fuck when we leave here and go to the club, because I’m dying to do bad things to her
willing body.
Pulling out a chair, I say one word, “Sit.” Like the Good Girl that she is, she sits. I bring her plate over to her and place a kiss on
top of her head as I set it down, “I have a surprise for you, but you can only have it once you’ve eat en.”
She grins at me and then digs into her food. I watch her for a moment, but when she looks at me sheepishly be cause I’m
watching, I turn my attention to my own food. We sit in silence for a while as we eat, but the suspense must get to her because
she eagerly sets her utensils down and looks right at me.
“Sir, are you going to tell me what’s going on? Did I miss a special day or something?”
“No, Precious, you didn’t miss anything.” | study her for a few seconds and decide that I can’t wait any longer. Get ting up, I go
into the hall closet and bring out the two gifts, “Open the bigger one first.” I instruct.
Her face lights up, and that alone makes my night. She digs into the wrapping and discards it on the floor. Her gasp makes me
smile as she pulls the sheer fabric from the box.
“Sir, it’s so beautiful!” She stands up, but then quickly sits once more and looks over at me, “May I stand to get a better look at
the dress?”
Smiling, I nod, and watch as she stands back up and holds the dress up to her. It’s a nude-colored, mid-thigh dress, and
completely see through except for the private areas, which are detachable if I ever want to show her off that way in the future. I
doubt I will, but I guess you never know.
Her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink once she realizes what she is to wear. I don’t let her speak, though, as I slide the second
gift over to her. She gives me a skeptical glance before tearing of the wrapper to this gift with just as much enthusiasm. Her eyes
go wide when she lifts the cover and sees the delicate silver leash that sits in the box
“This is what you were talking about, Sir...the leash?”

“Yes, precious.” | stand up and take the chain from her, clipping it onto her collar, “See, it isn’t heavy at all, is it?”
“No, Sir. I barely feel the weight at all!” She exclaims.
| unclip it, and set it back into the box, but she seems really disappointed that I’ve taken it off, “Are you finished eating,
Precious?”
“Yes, Sir.” She nods.
“Good, now go put that dress on and do your hair and make-up, I’m taking my girl out.”
“You are?” She claps her hands together, “Where are we going?”
I growl playfully at her because she didn’t address me correctly, “All you need to know is that I am taking you somewhere that I
can punish that naughty ass if you con tinue being disrespectful.”