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My Bully's Love

My Bully's Love

We have been neighbors our whole lives and were best friends when we were kids. Now he is my bully who claims that I am his to torment. There is only one little problem, I have been in love with him since I was sixteen. For two years, Jace Palmer has tortured me with his cruelty in the halls of our high school, but how do I make him stop when it's those same actions that excite me more than they should. Especially when he slams me against a locker and whispers, "You've been a bad girl, Ella." Now that he's claimed me as his own, he opens my eyes to the darkness within me, turning everything that I have ever known into a thing of the past while helping me to embrace my new role in his life. Only by doing so, it unlocks a piece of me that will change everything. Once my true self comes forward, will he be able to handle the aftermath of his choices?
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Chapter 7

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 disobedience. Slowly, I head into the ensuite to shower and start my day. The spray of the hot water wakes me up immediately and relaxes most of the tension in my body from the stress called Jace Palmer. I stay in the warm cocoon of the shower stall until the water runs cold and forcing me to face the rest of the day. As I dry my body with the towel, I remember when I had done the same thing a few weeks back, only to feel the burn on my backside after Jace's punishment. I flinch, remembering the pain, but my body also begins to tingle from the little bit of pleasure it gave me at the same time. I've yet to have a release, not willing to take the chance of him finding out, but I know I won't be able to go too much longer before I give in. It's beginning to get chillier out, now that Fall has come in full force, so I grab a pair of jeans and cozy sweater. I match my outfit with a pair of brown boots that reach to just below my knee, and then throw my long, chocolate locks up into a ponytail. I love Fall; all the colors and scents that come with the season, they're all my favorites. I remember when Jace and I would volunteer to rake both yards just so we could have leaf fights and make huge piles of leaves to jump in and hide. Just remembering the boy with dirty blonde hair and green eyes; his smile lighting up his face when he was happy, saddens me. He was a good-looking boy back then, but now, he has grown into a very fine specimen of man. He must work out, because seeing him shirtless made me want to run my hands over every protruding muscle that made up his six-pack abs. To be totally honest, the deep V that disappeared into the waist of his jeans was for sure, drool worthy for any woman. It's just too bad that his attitude ruins all the other good qualities that make up Jace Palmer. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The school day went both slowly and much too quickly for my liking. It seemed to have been dragging on, making my insides twist all over knowing that I had a date with the devil incarnate, and yet, the day went by faster than I would have liked. I'm now standing right outside the Art room door, trying to get up the nerve to go inside. The halls are pretty much empty now that the bell has already rang, indicating that classes have started. My heart is pounding a mile a minute, and my head is racing with thoughts as to what may happen behind this door. Reaching for the doorknob, I start to turn it, but then it gets wrenched from my hand as it swings open. Jace grabs my outstretched wrist and pulls me into the room. The click of the lock echoes through the empty room. Expecting to see his two goons in the room as well, I'm surprised that he's alone, and I don't know if I should be relieved or even more nervous. "I'm surprised you didn't chicken out." Jace snickers as he walks towards me slowly. I take a step back with every step that moves him forward, "I told you that I would obey you." I bump up against a desk, ending my retreat. He stops once he notices that I'm no longer moving. We are only about two feet from one another, but it's still too close for comfort. My body can sense him, and its reaction is not helping my mental status. The room is silent as we just stand here staring at each other. I'm not sure if he's waiting for me to say something first, so I open my mouth to talk, but he holds up his hand. "You will not speak unless I say, or I ask you a question. Do you understand?" His jaw is clenched tight, and I can see a slight five o'clock shadow around his jaw line. Gulping, I answer his question, "Yes, I understand." "Good. Now let's get some ground rules down before we begin." He brings his hands behind his back and starts to pace back and forth in front of me, "As I said last night, this is our little secret. Absolutely no one will know about our agreement. You will obey everything I say, and if I have to repeat myself, you will be punished," he stops his pacing and steps up, right in front of me, grabbing my chin with his fingers, "You belong to me now, for as long as I say. No one else will touch you without my permission. You will not fuck anybody else unless I tell you to. Do you understand, Ella?" I nod. "Use your words when you answer me." "Y-Yes, I u-understand." Studying me for a moment longer, he lets go of my chin and walks over to where he left his bag by the door. He rummages through it, pulling out a folder, and bringing it over to me after grabbing a pen from the teacher's desk on his way by. "Sit down, Ella." He commands. I turn and drag the chair out from the desk, sitting in it as instructed. Jace slides the folder in front of me and opens it. At the top of the first page, it reads 'Non- Disclosure Agreement'. Having a lawyer as a father, I know exactly what this is. I glance up at him, and he smirks. "I need to cover my ass, don't I? I want you to read it all and then sign it. Do you have any questions before reading it?" "Um, what do you plan on doing to me that involves having an NDA?" Skimming the front page, I noticed some abbreviations, "and what does CNC stand for?" "You will learn everything once you read it. As for CNC, it stands for Consensual/non-consensual. Meaning, you are giving me consent to do whatever I want to do to you without having to ask." I'm taken aback by his explanation, "W-What if I don't agree to that?" He shrugs, "Then the whole deal is off." I furrow my brows and glance down at the papers, "How much will you hurt me?" I whisper. I'm startled a little when his voice is right by my ear. I never heard him move, "As much as I want to hurt you. Not all of it will be bad, though." He inhales deeply before moving away from me, "You need to understand, Ella, I've learned a lot since you and I were friends. I wanted to be the kind of man that knew how to give a woman what she needed. Don't be fooled by me being as young as I am, I've grown up, and I'm years ahead of all these other high school boys." He pauses for just a moment, "I've also made important friends in high places." "What if I don't sign this at all, and then go to our parents and the police with your threats?" I'm trying anything I can think of to try and stop this absurdity, but in the end, I know it's useless. "Go ahead and try me, Ella." "Why?" I spin in the chair so I can face my bully, "Why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you to make you turn your back on me?" An evil grin appears on his face, "That's something you need to be asking yourself, Ella. Maybe after our agreement starts, you will remember what you did two years ago. Once I spread those sweet thighs of yours, you will most likely remember." Unknowingly, a tear slips down my face and Jace uses his thumb to wipe it away, "Hold on to your tears, you're going to need them very soon." He turns me back around and places the pen in my hand, "Sign it, Ella." I flip through the two papers, reading everything. Even though a heaviness grows in the pit of my stomach because of the things that he wants to do to me, some of them cause a tingle to ripple through my core. I lick my lips, knowing that I really have no choice but to sign the contract. Taking a deep breath, I put the pen to the signature line, and scribble my name, then drop the pen onto the desk. Just before he picks the papers up, I notice one of the names at the bottom of the papers. "You had my dad's Law Firm draw these up?" My forehead begins to breakout in sweat. My father can't know about this! Jace smirks, "What other Law Firm would I go to? Now, I have something else to hold over you. At any given time, I can make sure your dad sees your signature on his partner's client's contract." He loops a piece of hair behind my ear, "No worries though, Luke promises to keep his mouth shut about all this, no matter how good of friends he is with Ethan." I close my eyes and swallow hard, what have I gotten myself into?
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