My parents only stay for a couple of days, and they decide to take Elise back with them. As much as I wanted to spend more time with my sister, it is no longer safe for her here. I promise her that once things settle down, she can come back for another visit and then we hug tightly. I’m so glad to have my sister back, and I hope it stays this way once she returns home. Now it’s back to just me and Jace, and our regular messed up life, with the exception of two huge bodyguards. Once we are back from the airport, Jace wastes no time in getting us back on track. As soon as we enter the apartment, he orders me to strip, but I’m a bit apprehensive due to my stab wound. “Uh, Sir, I don’t think I can do anything just yet. I don’t want to tear out my stitches.” He raises a brow at me and then frowns, “Do you honestly think I would do anything that would hurt you or hinder your healing, Precious? I never said that I was going to fuck you, now did I?” I shake my head, “No, Sir, but…” “No bu

Walking into Club Shameless, Jace orders that I keep my head high. Unlike other subs who must keep their head bowed at all times, he wants me to keep my eyes straight ahead. He doesn’t want me hiding myself for anybody. I actually don’t mind so much tonight because the club is dark, and I must admit, the cut really isn’t too hideous, being not quite three inches in length, the doctor did do a good job stitching it up, but it still makes me flinch when I see it in the mirror. I’m hoping that Jace is right in that it will look much better when the stitches are out. After our little tryst at the dinner table earlier, Jace had me put on the sexiest dress that I’ve ever worn. Although it’s practically see-through, I feel sexy and powerful in it. Completely made of lace, it has removable inserts that cover the important parts since Jace knows that I’m not quite ‘there’ just yet. It’s a shimmery black lace that hugs my body and ends just below my butt cheeks. In all honesty, I look like a hi

Peeking my head out the front door, I smile at the big softy leaning against the wall, “Hey there big guy, I’ve got a job for you.” I open the door wider for Owen to come inside. I call him a big softy because he looks big and mean but he’s been nothing but kind to me and I may or may not have him wrapped around my little finger. Malik is the same way, though; it must be my charm. “What do you need, my Queen?” Owen jokes as he bows before me making me laugh. “You know that I appreciate you, right Owen?” “Yes, Ella. I never feel overly used by you or Jace for that matter. You should see how others treat us when we work other jobs. If I could guard you the rest of my career, I’d consider it my dream job.” He grins. I scoff, “Don’t lose hope just yet because if it keeps going the way it has been, we will never catch him.” “Yes, we will, Ella. Have faith.” He grips my shoulder until I respond with a simple nod. “Anyway, could you please carry the laundry basket down to the laundry r

Jace didn’t take me staying home with Reece very well. He wanted me with him, but I couldn’t take another night being bored. I was only allowed to stay once I told him that all the excitement of Jude and Beth coming over had taken a bit of a toll on me, and I was a bit exhausted. I informed him that I wanted to go to bed before midnight, and he agreed, but not until he had Owen promise to stay inside the apartment until he got home from work, even though Malik would be on shift as well. He’s taking my safety seriously, and I love him more for it, but it’s a bit too much for me. I will never tell him that, though. He would think that I wasn’t being careful and punish me once more like he did the last time, and I definitely don’t want that. It’s not that I don’t take my safety seriously; the last thing I want is to get stabbed again or worse, but it’s how he goes about trying to protect me. Daddy pays good money for my guards and it’s their job to protect me, but Jace thinks he needs t

~~~EXPLICIT~~~The burn, it’s a continuous feeling that has been with me all day. Jace continues to reapply more of the Vick’s when it rubs off too much. The caning that Jude gave me was exactly what I needed and left way more welts than when Jace does it, and so it makes the burning from the Vick’s way more intense, and it!s lasting longer.I’m bent over for the last application before we leave for the club, “Mm, your ass is still so red and pretty, Precious.” Jace squeezes my sore cheeks and ends it with a slap to each side, “We’ve got to keep the burn going for a little bit longer, don’t we?” He leans over and nips the side of my neck.“Yes, Sir...” Jace reaches around and begins rubbing my clit, “I bet your greedy ass pussy is dying for my cock, isn’t it?” He dips his fingers lower and chuckles. I know he’s found my wetness, there is no hiding it from him, “Oh yeah, she does.” He then moves away from me, causing a whimper to escape.He finds my predicament amusing, but I don’t. I