Waking up and not being in Jace’s arms is one of the hardest parts of this punishment. I can hear him moving around in the kitchen and can smell the coffee brewing. I have work today, but only at the coffee shop, and I don’t need to clock in until noon, so I have the morning off. I need to relieve myself, but I don’t dare call out; I’m sure he will come for me soon. Thirty minutes pass and Jace still hasn’t come to check on me. I’ve made noises here and there, loud enough for him to hear, and yet, he still hasn’t come. My bladder is about to burst, and as much as I don’t want to give in and call out, I push my pride aside. “Sir…” The movement that I had heard in the other room has stopped and now there is silence, so I try again, “Master Jace, please. I need to use the bathroom.” I can feel the heat of my blush creep into my face as I say the words, but it’s all worth it as I hear footsteps come closer. The light turns on and I let out a sigh of relief. It isn’t until he comes over

Jace dresses me up in another scandalous number and takes me to Club Shameless. This time it’s a very short strapless bodycon dress. It comes to just below my butt cheeks and has horizontal slits all the way up both sides that stretch from front to back. It’s a royal blue in color, and is still more than what others are wearing, if you can believe that. I’m also wearing a matching pair of six-inch heels. All-in-all, I look like a street walker, which then makes me wonder if that’s what he has in mind for me tonight, using me like a dirty whore. The thought turns me on, and I find myself getting excited. I’ve got to get myself in check, though, because Jace wouldn’t allow me to wear any underwear tonight, and the last thing I need is to be dripping with arousal. He said it was part of my punishment. It’s humiliating to say the least because with the dress being so snug, I’m fairly sure that a few people have already gotten a glimpse of my lady bits the few times my dress rode up too hi

The smell of coffee wafts through my senses as I try to sleep just a little bit longer. The bed in the cage is comfortable, but nothing beats sleeping in our bed with Jace’s arms wrapped around me. I frown after this thought runs through my head, because they are no longer around me, and if I’m smelling coffee, then that means he is already up. I open my eyes grudgingly, and glance at the clock on my nightstand. Thank God I have the day off because it’s already after ten in the morning. I drag my deliciously sore body from bed and make my way to the bathroom as I wipe the sleep from my eyes and give a big yawn. As I sit and empty my very full bladder, I think back to last night and everything that has occurred. I think Jace and I need to sit down and go over my limits as his sub once again. There are changes that I want to make, mainly to my hard limit’s list; a couple of things that I want to add, to be precise. I know we are young and still learning this whole new lifestyle, but I’

JACE POV I almost get arrested when I bring Ella back to the police station to file another report. I’ve always held a high regard for law enforcement, and I still do, but then you get a few that really don’t know their ass from their elbow but still like to play cop. That’s how I feel about the two detectives that we have been dealing with. I’ve requested to have new ones be assigned to Ella’s case, but apparently, they are low on manpower. After they take pictures of the goose egg on Ella’s forehead and take down her statement. They put everything away; yep, you guessed it; into her file. When I start raising my voice, arguing about them sitting on their asses, a uniformed officer comes closer with his hands on his cuffs. “Oh, what? You’re going to throw me in jail, so my girlfriend is left alone, just to be attacked once again, and you not do anything about it?” “Jace, please! I don’t want to see you arrested. Let’s just go and call my father.” “Yeah, how about you take your gi

I settle Elise into our bedroom as soon as we get home. She doesn’t ask any questions as to why we don’t give her our spare room to sleep in, and I am grateful for that. She’s a bit too young to be learning about the things that Jace and I do behind that door, which reminds me that I have to make sure the door is locked at all times. “Are you hungry, Elise?” Jace asks as he begins pulling out items from the fridge. “Sure, but you don’t have to make me anything, I’m sure I can find something to eat.” My sister states. “Jace cooks every chance he gets,” I chuckle, “He’s always learning new dishes.” “Okay,” Elise shrugs, “whatever, I’m not too picky.” “Alright! Macaroni and cheese coming right up!” Jace pumps his fist in the air. Elise looks at me and raises a brow, “Gee, you have to be a genius to be able to make that dish.” She says jokingly. “Oh, it’s not the boxed stuff, and don’t ever let him catch you eating the boxed stuff,” I say softly as I lean towards her, “He makes his