My Bully's Love - Chapter 12: Chapter 12

JACE POV
I slide my hand higher, letting two fingers slide into her warmth. Damn, she’s tight! I notice her flinch and then she shoves my hand and backs away from me. I’m hurt for a moment, but then her next words have me chuckling on the inside. I pinch the inside of her thigh when she tries closing them on me.
“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!” She scoots farther away from me.
Awe, she’s jealous! She must have seen my interaction with the airhead and now she’s jealous.
“I don’t want you touching me after you’ve touched her!”
Something snapped inside and I jump at her, grabbing her face, “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!”
“You’re hurting me, Jace!” She whimpers and takes hold of my wrist.
I glance at my hand and see that I’m squeezing her jaw tightly. Fuck! I release her immediately and just sit, staring at her, hoping that I don’t leave mark behind. We’re not at that stage yet, but one day, she will wear my love marks, once she begs for them. Looking at Ella now, I see the girl I grew up with, the friend that I shared everything with. I miss her.
“Ella…”
“Yes, Jace?”
The look on her face tells me that she wishes for the same thing, for the friendship that will never be again. It’s too late to go back, all we can do is move forward in the most unpredictable way. I have to harden my resolve once again; I have to become her bully.
“Lay on your back.”
“W-Why?”
“Are you questioning me?” After everything she has obeyed, I’m surprised that she questions me on this, “Would you rather me punish you or make you come?”
“I-I can do that myself; you don’t have to.” The look on her face is priceless! She will learn real soon that her body now belongs to me, and she will never take her pleasure away from me.
Shaking my head, I gin, “Uh huh, I own you, Ella. The only way you will get any pleasure is if I give it to you myself,” I place my hand over her pussy, “The only time you’re allowed to touch this pussy is when you are washing it or using a tampon during your time of the month.” I watch her emotions dance across her face as the realization hits her, “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.”
She’s thinking too much and is taking too long to give me her answer, so I pinch her sensitive clit. She tries moving away, so I pinch it 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…”
I’m tired of waiting for her answer, so I begin rubbing her clit. Lifting one of her legs, I place it on the other side of me so I’m not between her legs. I watch my hand as I play with her until I glance up and see that her eyes are closed, and her head is turned. I’m embarrassing her, but I don’t care anymore. There is nothing for her to be embarrassed about; she perfect, and I can’t wait until I see her face when she falls apart by my hand.
“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.”
Her core begins to weep the longer I play with her.
“You may own me, but at least let me deal with the aftermath my way.”
She’s now upsetting me by not obeying like she promised, “Ella, look…at…me. She finally opens her beautiful blue eyes, “Keep them on me. I want to see you come apart. I want you to know exactly who it is making you come apart.”
Something comes over her as she slowly begins to grind against my hand. I insert a finger while continuing to rub her. When I insert a second one, I take my time pushing in, and then pulling out, curling my fingers, and then repeating. She starts to fuck my hand the more I thrust into her. Rubbing and then pinching her clit, she’s almost ready to let go, so I start slamming my fingers into her, “Come for me, Ella. Give me what belongs to me.”
“Oh… Jace! I’m coming…!” I watch as she throws her head back, her mouth forming an O while she explodes all over my hand. I continue to fuck her and when I ram my fingers in one last time, I push them as far as I can…and that’s when I feel it.
I remain still until her climax is over and I slowly remove my fingers. Remorse fills every fiber of my being. What have I done? The mere fact that I ruined her life over what is now an obvious lie, has me second guessing everything that has happened in the last two years. I mean, it was a lie, wasn’t it, because how can that be? Mason said that they had sex, he said that she was wild, and that he’d tap it again. If that’s the case, then how the fuck can she still have her hymen?
I silently get up and go into the attached bathroom to find a washcloth. After running it under warm water, I return to Ella, and gently spread her legs. I can’t look her in the face right now, I’m not sure if I can ever do so again, knowing what I know now. I wash away all my dried semen from this afternoon, along with everything she gave me. I toss the dirty cloth into the hamper and cover her back up.
My escape can’t be fast enough. Without looking back at her, I pause with one leg out the window, “Goodnight, Ella,” I say, and then climb out onto the branch. I descend the tree quickly and then disappear into the dark.