My Bully's Love - Chapter 8: Chapter 8

JACE POV
I can’t believe she did it! She signed the fucking NDA. Either she must really love her sister or she’s a bigger slut than I thought. It’s got to be the former, though, because I’ve been keeping track of her ever since I ended our friendship, and I know she hasn’t been with any other guys. I might have gone a little overboard back then when I ended it, but she fucking hurt me. I had been in love with Ella Baxter for half of my young life, and I thought that we would eventually start dating in high school. Neither of us had spoken of it, but what was supposed to come next?
The night of the party destroyed my whole world. I was planning on talking to Ella about us, and if she would like to be my girlfriend. I’m not exactly sure when my feelings had changed for my best friend, but sometime around fifth grade, I started seeing her as the opposite sex and liking her in a different way. We had shared everything together, and we knew everything about each other. I still know everything about her, because I make it my life’s mission to know. Getting back to the party, though, I was ready to take the next step, but then fucking Mason texted me and told me that Ella asked him to drive her home. Before I could ask Ella herself, Mason’s twin sister, Madison, started feeling sick and asked me to take her home right away. I had been talking to Madison most of the night, only sipping on the beer I had, because I was drawing up the courage to talk to Ella.
By the time I got back to the party both Ella and Mason were gone. When I asked around, everyone said that they had left together a few minutes before I got back. I was so mad that Ella would do that to me; leave without telling me herself. We always made sure to stay in communication, so when her text popped up, I ignored it. Then on my way home she started leaving messages on my social media, but I ignored those as well. I will talk to her tomorrow, I had thought.
I had heard a car pull up, long after she should have been home, and when I looked out the window, it was Mason’s car that was parked out front and she was taking her time in getting out. Closing my curtains, I then turn my light off and go to bed. Ella will be getting an ear full tomorrow.
I never got the chance to talk to Ella because my mom called me in to work in her store due to her help calling in sick. Just before lunch, Madison walks in with her brother at her heels. After chatting me up for a bit, Madison goes in search of a new outfit while Mason stays behind. I’m not sure if it was his plan or what, but Mason leans in close to me and holds his hand out. I look at him, confused.
“I’m actually glad I ran into you because it will save me a trip.” Opening his hand, he shows me a familiar diamond stud earring, “Ella must have dropped this in my car last night. Could you see that she gets it back, it looks expensive.”
I clench my jaw, but take it from him anyway, “Yeah, sure. It was expensive, and a birthday gift." I would know, since I’m the one who bought them for her.
“Man,” Mason grins and leans in even more, “Ella sure is a wild one! She was all over me, couldn’t get enough!”
I raise my brow.
“Oh, come on,” he playfully punches my arm, “I know you two are best friends, so I’m sure she called you after I dropped her off last night. It took me a while to get her to finally get out of my car.” He chuckles, “I won’t mind tapping that again.”
My mother walks in from the back room just in time, because I was about ready to shove my fist down Mason’s throat. As soon as Mason and Madison left the store, I told my mom that I needed to leave. When I was sure that she would be okay at the store by herself, I left, but I didn’t go to Ella’s. No fucking way, that bitch was dead to me.
Instead, I spent the rest of the weekend blackmailing pretty much the whole senior class into not talking to Ella Baxter. I told some that she was a backstabbing bitch and couldn’t be trusted. Since we had been best friends our whole lives, they all believed me. I told the girls that she likes to steal boyfriends, and anything else that I could make up about her in order for people not to like her. As for her two other best friends, Amy and Bree, I knew of a secret that included both of them and I promised that I would tell the world about it if they didn’t stay away from Ella.
I honestly couldn’t believe that by the end of the week, the whole school had shunned the girl that I loved, and it was all my fault. I had become friends with some of the jocks and other popular kids, and next thing I know, I’m the most popular, and most feared guy in the school. I continued to play my part in Ella’s destruction and became her bully. I felt as though it was the only way that I could continue to stay close to her. I made sure that others knew that she was off limits to them unless I said so. After a while, I started to become turned on by some of the cruelty I was showing her. I had read up on why I would be feeling that way, and that is when I learned of the kink world. I wanted to be part of it, and I wanted Ella to be part of it.
I’ve continued to be her bully, because of the power it gives me and because I know what it’s starting to do to her, I’ve been noticing it little by little since sophomore year. I knew when she developed her crush on me, after the fact that I was now her bully. She doesn’t like to be treated the way I treat her, but it turns her on. Would I ever truly hurt her? You bet, but only in a way that will give her the pleasure that she needs. If I need to threaten her in order to get her to let me do bad things to her because I know she needs and wants it, so be it. I will do what it takes to get Ella Baxter to submit to me all on her own.
The contract was only supposed to scare her. The fact that she has signed it, opens up so many new options for me. Oh, Ella, if only she knew just how much of a devil I really am. She made me this way, and now she needs to suffer the consequences in the most delicious ways possible.
When I lean down to take the contract, my mouth goes to her ear, flicking her lobe with my tongue, and then nipping it, “That’s a good girl, Ella. Shall we move on to your punishment now?”
Her head whips around, “Why do I need to be punished if I’m a good girl?” The pout she makes is so adorable. I can’t wait to take advantage of that mouth, but that is for another time, another punishment.
"Oh, did you forget about the ones you earned last night?” I run my hand around her ribcage and up, squeezing her left breast, “Or the fact that you just questioned me?” I pinch her nipple just so I can hear the delicious gasp that escapes her perfect lips.
“N-No, Jace. I’m s-sorry.”
I love my name on her lips, it's the only reason why I'm not making her call me Sir or Master. I’ve played around with BDSM, even took the required classes to become a Dominate, but I’ve never taken a submissive. That spot was always reserved for one person, and she’s about to start her first lesson on submitting to her Master.