My Bully's Love - Chapter 10: Chapter 10

“Ella, did you hear me?” my mom’s voice brings me back to the present, “What’s going on with you lately?”
The concern on my mother’s face makes me feel like crap. I’m trying so hard to act normal, but day by day, it’s getting harder, especially since Jace has taken his bullying up a notch. What he did to me this afternoon wasn’t right, and I should say something, but I signed that stupid NDA, allowing him to do what he wants to me. I just never thought that he would take it this far. I thought he hated me. How can someone who hates someone else get themselves off the way he did? Not only was it wrong, but it totally turned me on, and if that isn’t wrong then I don’t know what is. What is it about Jace Palmer that has me craving his touch?
“I’m sorry mom. I just have a lot on my mind. Mid-terms are coming up and I still have not decided on what college I’m going to attend,” I take a bite of my meatloaf, “It’s all just stressing me out.”
“Well, you need to give yourself a break every once in a while, honey. It isn’t good for you to be so stressed out at your young age.”
“I’m eighteen, mom, I’m an adult.” I roll my eyes.
“You may be eighteen, but you are still our baby girl, and we don’t like seeing you like this.”
“Don’t like seeing who like what?” My dad asks as he comes walking into the kitchen after just getting home from work.
“Oh, just our daughter that thinks she needs to take on the world, stressing herself out. I told her she need to relax a little more; she’s still so young.” My mother responds as he leans down and kisses her head first and moves over to me, doing the same thing.
“Your mother is right, Ella. Be a teenager for once,” He takes his seat between mom and myself, “Why don’t you go to Jace’s party? Your sister is going.”
Shoot! I completely forgot that was tonight! How does he plan on coming over if he has a house full of people? I bite my lip as I contemplate what his angle is this time, forgetting that my dad is waiting for me to answer.
“Ella?” My dad raises his brow.
“Oh, parties aren’t my thing. Besides, I’m already stressing about mid-terms coming up, I need to study.” I start shoving food into my mouth so I can’t answer any more questions.
“Oh, one night isn’t going to hurt, but hey, it’s your life.” Dad raises his hands in defeat.
I finish my supper and then excuse myself. Elise has already gone upstairs to get ready for the party, and as much as I want to help her, I don’t want to be reminded that once again, I’m left out of doing what others are doing because I somehow pissed off my best friend two years ago. I’m not going to pretend that I don’t miss my best friend or that I’m not hurt by being the only person not invited to his party, but damn it…I am! I just want to take a nice long bath and go to bed, so I don’t have to think about it, but of course, I can’t, because he told me I couldn’t. I guess I’m good enough for him to assume ownership, but not good enough to be seen at his party.
It’s only nine o’clock and the party next door is already raging. Music and laughter ring out through the night, making it hard to concentrate on anything. I wasn’t lying when I said I had mid-terms coming up, and that’s exactly what I’m trying to do, study. My thoughts keep wandering to my sister, though, hoping Jace sticks to our agreement. I texted Elise about fifteen minutes ago but have yet to hear back from her.
I hear a loud, nasally voice, so I quickly turn off my bedroom light and peek out through the curtains. Kaylee is out in Jace yard, already stumbling, as she hangs onto someone’s arm. I watch as she stands on tiptoe and kisses the other person, and my heart begins to race, because the guy she is kissing is Jace. He holds onto her upper arms as their mouths remain infused for another minute or so. Moving away from the window, I feel the sting in my eyes. How can he be with someone like Kaylee Simpson? I thought he had better taste than that, but I guess there are a lot of things that I no longer know about my neighbor. I hear Kaylee’s nasally giggle again and decide to turn on my own music to try and drown it out.
By quarter to ten, the party is still in full swing. Elise had finally answered back that she was fine just a little while ago, so I’m going to try and get some sleep. I highly doubt Jace will be coming over; he’s probably getting it on with Kaylee right now. I don’t leave my window open, but I do leave it unlocked, because it is easy to open from the outside when it isn’t locked. I’m not going to listen to the blaring music while I’m trying to sleep by leaving the window wide open.
Even though he said he would, I’m still startled when I’m woken up by hands sliding up my naked thighs. Yes, I still obeyed everything just in case, so I’m bare from the waist down, and now his hands are feeling me up. I reach over and turn the little bedside lamp on so I can see his face. It isn’t a bright light, but it’s enough. The smirk I see on his face tells me that he’s felt traces of his dried seed on the inside of my thighs. Reaching higher, I flinch when he inserts two of his fingers inside of me.
I know it will probably earn me a punishment, but just the thought of him being with Kaylee and then touching me, makes my stomach lurch. I shove his hand away and squeeze my thighs closed, locking him out. He doesn’t say anything but pinches the inside of my thigh hard.
“Ouch!”
“Don’t refuse my touch, Ella, and I won’t hurt you.”
“Why don’t you go and touch Kaylee, you seem to like kissing her!” I scoot my body away from him, “I don’t want you touching me after you’ve touched her!”
He’s quick, and before I know it, he’s squeezing my jaw in his hand and his face is only inches from mine, “If I wanted to touch that whore, then I would! It doesn’t matter where my hands have been, you never shove them away when I’m touching you!”
I whimper, “You’re hurting me, Jace!” I grab his wrist but don’t try to remove it.
It’s almost as if he didn’t realize he was doing it, when he glances down at his own hand, and then quickly releases my jaw. We just sit here, staring at each other, not saying a single word. Jace’s eyes are a bright green at the moment, and I can tell that he is a bit intoxicated. Maybe it isn’t such a good idea to have him in my room if he isn’t in his right state of mind. I then laugh to myself, like he’s been in his right state of mind in the last two years!
“Ella…” He sounds like his old self when he says my name, and I can tell he wants to say something, but I see the war that he’s having with himself on whether or not to say what he wants to say.
“Yes, Jace?”
His new self must have won because I see his demeanor change, and the hardness is back, “Lay on your back.”
“W-Why?”
He raises a brow, “Are you questioning me? Would you rather me punish you or make you come?” Wait, what? He’s going to make me come? I thought he would let me take care of that part myself!
“I-I can do that myself; you don’t have to.”
He shakes his head back and forth, “Uh huh, I own you, Ella. The only way you will get any pleasure is if I give it to you myself,” he must find my reaction to his words amusing because he snickers, “The only time you’re allowed to touch this pussy,” he cups my mound, “is when you are washing it or using a tampon during your time of the month.”
He can’t be serious!
“Now, do you still want to come or not? I have guests that will be missing my presence if I don’t get back soon.”
How long will it be before I’m able to get myself off if I refuse his help? I’ve been desperate lately, and he only makes it worse. A sharp pain shoots to my core before turning to pleasure, and when I look down, I see Jace pinching my clit. A groan escapes and I try to move away, but he only pinches harder.
“Jace…”
“How do you want me to make you come, Ella? You either tell me how you like it or I’m going to do it on my own.”
“I…” Words don’t seem to want to come when trying to answer his question. How am I supposed to tell my bully what it is that makes me come? How do I tell him that I fantasize about him spanking me, whenever I play with myself?
He takes the choice away from me when he starts to rub my clit. Lifting one of my legs, he situates it so it’s on the other side of his waist and he sits between my legs. I’m too embarrassed, so I close my eyes and turn my head away. It feels too good having him play with me, and under different circumstances, I’d welcome his assistance, but I don’t want it like this. He’s only doing it to humiliate me, and he will probably wash his hands and go back to his party, only to find Kaylee and do to her what I so desperately want him doing to me.
“Look at me, Ella.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?’
“You know why, Jace. You crave my humiliation, and this is one way to get it.” My body is beginning to respond to his touch. I can feel the wetness already, “You may own me, but at least let me deal with the aftermath my way.”
“Ella, look…at…me.” I hear the anger in his voice, and I have no choice but to do as he says or else who knows what he will do. I turn and look at him, “Keep them on me. I want to see you come apart. I want you to know exactly who it is making you come apart.”
And there it is, another power trip for Jace freaking Palmer. Just another reason for him to call me a slut and say crude things to me. Well, if he wants a show, then I’ll give him a show. He wants me to come apart…I’ll make sure I explode!