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“What do you want, sweet girl?” “You have to use your words, Precious, you know this.” “More...Master! Please...Sir!” “Please what, Precious?” “Please, let me come, Sir!” I’m barely hanging on and can hardly comprehend anything as my Doms have me on the precipice of what I know to be an insane climax. With my wrists cuffed in the restraints above my head and me straddling his waist, Jace grips my ass harder as he thrusts into me. He nods behind me where Jude wields my most favorite implement... the whip. It kisses my skin once, twice, and on the third time, Jace gives me the one-word command that I’ve been dying to hear. “Come!” I let go and my body takes flight. Letting go is exhilarating as my nerve-endings fire one by one, almost like fireworks on the fourth of July. My mind goes into a frenzy as I scream out both Jude and Jace’s name. I’m still flying high when I feel cold liquid run down the crack of my ass and then he’s right there; Jude, pressing into me and reigniting th
“Ella, hurry up or you’re going to be late for school!” This is the second time my mother has yelled upstairs for me, but I just sit here, on the edge of my bed, staring at the wall. I tell myself that it’s going to be a good day, but who am I kidding? I haven’t had a good day at school in two years. Only six more months left of my senior year, and then it will be all over. I’m not sure how I feel about it yet, and that’s the most messed up part. I’m eighteen years old, about to graduate high school, and I have a full scholarship to pretty much any college I want to go. My name is Ella Baxter and I’m a nerd who has no friends, I never break any rules, and I have a deep need to please everyone, but myself. I haven’t always been this way, but circumstances bring on change, and for me, it was not for the better. I used to have a lot of friends; two of them being my best friends, Amy and Bree. We were inseparable throughout middle school and junior high. It wasn’t until the beginning of
I spend my school days trying to avoid Jace. Luckily, I only have one class with him, and that is last period Study Hall. Most of the time I skip it because I’m so far ahead in my schoolwork that the teachers don’t bother me about leaving. Today was like any other day, I quickly make my way through the halls, avoiding the areas that I know Jace tends to be in. Sometimes I get lucky and make it, and sometimes I don’t. Watching where I’m going, while zigzagging through the halls, and staying aware of my surroundings, I suddenly feel a tight grip around my arm. I’m yanked into the now empty Art room, and tossed against the wall. The lock clicks, and then I’m staring into a pair of green eyes as the person turns my way. Jace has a smirk on his face as he looks me up and down. He normally slams me against lockers, trips me, and even steals my things, tossing them around with his friends, playing keep-away, like they were kids. This is a new low for him, though. “What do you want, Jace?”
Over the last couple of weeks, things have been back to normal, well my normal anyway. Jace is back to shoving me against lockers as he walks by, or trying to trip me when he passes me in the halls. His two friends shoulder bump me, but that’s the extent to what they do to me; the rest is all Jace. I’m standing at my locker with the door open, reading a text from my mom, when suddenly the door slams shut. It startles me, and I jump back. Kaylee is leaning against the locker next to mine with her arms crossed and a huge smirk on her face. I roll my eyes and go to reopen my locker, but she stops me by slamming her hand against my door. I sigh heavily, “What do you want, Kaylee?” “A little respect, for one!” she glares at me. “I haven’t done anything to you. Believe me, I try to avoid you like the plague.” I say smugly. “See! That right there…it’s disrespectful!” She points her long, pointed finger nail at me. “You have to earn respect, Kaylee. You lost my respect when you decided
Grumbling, I throw the covers over my head to keep the sunlight coming through the window from shining onto my face. I know it’s too early to get up and face the day; my alarm hasn’t even gone off yet. Just when I’m on the cusp of falling back to sleep, though, the annoying sound of my alarm clock starts blaring throughout my room. I groan as I flip the covers off my head and smash my hand down on the annoying beast of a clock. Glancing at the bright red numbers serves as a reminder of the countdown to when I have to meet him. He commanded that I meet him last period today, and I’m a little scared as to what he will do to me. I know I have a punishment coming for yelling and lying to him yesterday, but maybe he forgot. Ugh, yeah right! I would call in sick, but that would only be delaying the inevitable, and he will take it as me hiding from him, which is a big no no. He would only take it out on my sister. Chills rush down my back remembering his threat that will follow for disobedi
“Go to Mrs. Kemper’s desk and grab the rule that is laying by her computer.” Jace orders me, and as agreed, I obey him. Walking slowly over to her desk, I find the wooden ruler that he was talking about and bring it to him. He shows no emotion as he takes it from me, but he does swing it through the air, and then slapping it down on his palm, “That will work perfectly.” He nods toward the nearby desk, “Pull you pants down and then bend over that desk.” My eyes go to the desk, and then the ruler in his hand, and lastly, his face. His brow is raised as he waits for me to do as he says. I knew there was a possibility that I would be getting spanked today, but I thought it would be by his hand again. This is so going to hurt. Unbuttoning my jeans, I move towards the indicated desk and pull my jeans down, just over my butt. Bending over, I wait for him to begin, and when he doesn’t start right away, I start to freak out a little. I think that’s his plan, though. The longer he makes me wai
JACE POV I almost messed up this afternoon when meeting Ella. It was only supposed to be an intense spanking, but then I notice the wet she got when I was delivering them and all I wanted to do is thrust my cock inside of her. I had thought that maybe using the ruler would settle both Ella and I down, it only made it worse. By the time I was done, I was harder than a rock and I knew I wasn’t leaving that room without getting a release. Using Ella for that release was all I could think about. Yeah, I could have sent her on her way and then jerked myself off, but how fun is that when I had a nice wet cunt to help with the job. I’ll have Ella one day soon, but not until she is begging me for it. I just about had her coming when I did, but luckily, I was faster with mine. Now I have another reason to see her, and it will be perfect timing. My party should be in full swing by the time I sneak over, and climb the tree to her window. Her parents shouldn’t hear a thing, aside from the music
Something happened the night that Jace came to my room. I’m not quite sure what it was, or what caused it, but he hasn’t bothered me in over a month. Our eyes will meet in the halls at school, but it’s as if he is looking right through me, and not seeing me at all. No more being shoved against lockers, or tripped in the halls. There are no more punishments in the Art room during last period; those are what I miss. I try thinking back to that night, when his hands touched, and caressed me; where they filled me with a desire that I have never felt before. I had sworn to put on a show for him that night, because it’s what he had wanted, but in the end, there was no acting on my end. He had succeeded in taking what he was wanting from me; he knew I would deliver like the good girl that I am, and he was so right. I watch him when nobody else is looking, and he is the same guy around everyone else; it’s just me. I’m not sure what is worse, him bullying me, or him ignoring me completely. At