Chapter 69

JACE POV

Leaving Ella was tough, even knowing that I only have a month to go. I don’t like knowing that she is

there all alone, even if she does have friends, no one will protect her like will. Speaking of her friends, I

don’t trust that Gabe guy not to try anything sly with her. I could tell how much he likes my girl, and any

guy in their right mind will do whatever it takes to get the girl he wants. Look at me for example, okay,

maybe I went too extreme, but the point is, most men will do and say whatever they have to in order to

get the

girl.

I’m sitting in my first period class on Monday morning, while thinking about my girl like this, when a

commotion draws my attention to the front of the classroom. Two stu dents come through the door ten

minutes late laughing at whatever it is that they find so funny this early in the morn ing. I do a double

take when I see who it is, and my hackles start to rise.

Toby and Brandon apologize to the teacher and then snicker as the make their way to their desks,

which so hap

pens to be right beside mine. I glare at them, Brandon be ing the first of the two to even notice me,

drops his snicker ing and clears his throat as he sits. Toby on the other hand, continues until he is

planted in his chair and then takes a look around. Meeting my eyes, his demeanor changes and he

swiftly looks to the front of the class.

I sit for a few moments, waiting for the teacher to repri mand them, but nothing happens. Once again,

they get away with their bullshit. My desk flips, startling the whole class, as I stand up abruptly.

Grabbing my things, I head for the door.

“Class is not over Mr. Palmer!” The teacher exclaims.

| stop and look at the weasel-looking instructor with his balding head and beady little eyes. I raise my

hand and point to both Toby and Brandon, “If those two wannabe rapists can get away with everything,

I’m sure I can get away with leaving class a little early!” | glare back at my two ex-friends and then slam

through the classroom door, al most taking it off its hinges.

I don’t wait for them to call me; I go straight to the of fice and turn myself in. When the secretary spots

me, she smiles, “What can I do for you Jace? Shouldn’t you be in class?”

“Yep, but I just walked out and figured I’d come straight here to talk to the principal.”

“What class was it?”

“Speech with Wison.”

“And what was your reason for leaving?” She’s writing everything down as she asks and I answer,

“I don’t do well with sitting in the same class as two people who tried to rape my girlfriend and then got

off easy.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, she stops writing and looks at me with sympathy.

“How is Ella?”

All the teachers loved Ella, because she was so quiet and such a good student, so I’m glad to see that

some sym pathize with her, “She’s doing better than expected. I just came back from seeing her over

the weekend.” | smile slightly at the memory of our time together.

“That’s so good to hear. Please tell her that I said hi and that I miss seeing her pretty face in the halls.”

She glances around, and then tears up the paper that she was writing on, “The principal isn’t in today. If

Mr. Wilson calls the inci dent in, I will take care of it, but in the future, try and suffer through it. You only

have a few weeks left.”

“I will try my hardest, but what set me off is the fact that they disrupted class by coming in ten minutes

late and

didn’t even get in trouble for it.” | scowl.

“Ah, I understand now. Okay, well, go cool off some where and then head to your next class.”

“Okay, thanks, Mrs. Price.”

As much as I would love nothing more than to walk out of these damn high school doors, I make myself

stay. I think about Ella, and the life I want to have with her. I can’t give her anything if I don’t graduate

and besides, who drops out a month before graduating? No, I will make myself focus and keep my

head down. I have goals and it doesn’t include being a high school dropout.

“Master Jace, will you fuck me now?” The sub that I’m training this evening isn’t my normal client, she’s

one of Jude’s, so of course, she expects to get fucked.

“No, I will not be fucking you. I have my own submissive for that.” | begin to untie the woman.

Pouting, she sticks her lip out as if that’s going to change my mind, “So does Master Jude, but he still

fucks me. I pay good money for these sessions.”

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Her statement really gets me this time, “Excuse me? What? Do you think that we are a bunch of sex

workers that you pay in order to get fucked?”

The sub’s stunned look only lasts a moment, “Well, aren’ t you? We pay you to teach us how to be the

best submis sive, so we can get what we want, and in return, you fuck us… Master Jace.” She

remembers to address me correctly at the end.

Before I lose my shit and do or say something that will piss Jude off, I clench my jaw, “I’m sorry to

inform you that you are wrong in your assumption, and I’m sorry, but you will not be getting fucked by

me tonight. Now, collect your clothes, and have a good night.” | walk out of the training room seething

with anger.

I make my way through the halls, submissive and Domi nants both greeting me with respect, as they

should. Un like, whatever the fuck her name is, Cindy or Cathy, or something or other, they know who

and what we are here for regardless of whether or not some trainers fuck them. It’ s not like I’m the first

trainer not to fuck their client.

Jules is filing her nails when I walk into the reception area. At first, I think she’s just fucking off, but

when I start to speak, she holds her finger up, indicating that she will be with me in a moment.

“Yes. Master Hunter, I will pass along the message as

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soon as he comes in. Yes, thank you for calling, have a good night.”

I feel bad when I realize that she’s on the phone with a client and she’s wearing the new earpiece that

the boss bought for her to use. Pressing the button to turn it off, she rolls her eyes and smiles at me,

“What can I do for you Mas ter Jace?”

“Sorry, I didn’t realize you were actually working.” My eyes shoot down to the nail file and then I wink at

her.

“I know, the nerve of some people to call in and leave messages!” She jokes.

“Anyway, I know I told you that I will pick up clients when the other Masters cannot come in or make

their ses sion, but you can cross the one that I just had off the list for me. I will not train her again, and

to be perfectly honest, I think we should cut strings with her all together.”

Jules frowns and looks down at the appointment schedule, “Are you talking about Cindy Titan?”

“Whatever her name is, yeah.”

“Uh oh, what did she do now?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, Master Jude has been complaining about her as

well.”

“What a dick! That’s probably why he had me take her tonight.” | shake my head in disbelief, but

chuckle, “Yeah, apparently, she thinks we are nothing but sex workers, and they pay us to fuck them.

She was pissed because she wasn’t getting dick tonight.”

“Oh, wow. Uh, yeah, I will talk to the boss about her be cause this is her third strike, or complaint about

her. It’s not like we need her money. Besides, she will have to get in line after me if she wants a piece

of the great Master Jace.” She winks.

I throw my head back and laugh, “Oh, I’m going to miss you when I’m gone, Jules.”

“Well, you better come back and visit when you are in town.”

“You know I will.”

“And bring Ella back, maybe I can talk her into letting me join sometime.” She smirks.

“All I can say is that you can try.” I say as I back out of the room on my way out.

I can’t get home fast enough, so I can video chat with Ella before she goes to bed. It’s only been one

whole day, and I miss her like crazy. It will be so nice to be able to come home to her at the end of the

day and not have to video chat with her. The house is dark as I make my way to my room in the

basement, my parents are either having a date night or they are next door having drinks with the

Baxter’s.

Jumping into the shower right away, I need to get the smell of other women off me. Even though I don’t

fuck them, I still come home smelling of their perfumes and body washes, and it drives me crazy

because it isn’t Ella’s scent. Throwing on a pair of sweats, I sit back against my headboard and hit the

video chat for Ella.

She answers right away, and her voice melts away ev ery stressful moment from today, “Hey babe,

how was your day?”

“Better now that I’m talking to you.” | gaze at her make up-free face. She’s always been very pretty but

she has grown into a very beautiful young woman, and I am the lucky son of a bitch that gets to call her

mine, “How was yours, baby?”

“It was horrible.”

I sit up concerned that something bad had happened, “What happened, are you okay?”

“No, I’m not okay, my boyfriend left me yesterday and now I feel lost without him!” she pouts.

I lean back once more and chuckle, “Jesus, Ella, you can’t do that to me! I thought something bad had

hap pened.”

“That is bad! Don’t you think so?”

“Yeah, baby, I do, but still… don’t ever do that to me again please.”

“Okay. Do you need me to do anything for you? Do you need me to strip?” She asks tilting her head a

little.

As much as I love seeing her naked, it’s not what I want right now, “No, I want to see you just how you

are.”

I want to have a nice conversation with my girlfriend and not be her Dom, just for tonight. Being this

way, re minds me of the old days when we would talk for hours at a time just after spending most of the

day together. That’s how close we were, and I miss it.

She tells me about her long day at both her jobs, and about some of the cranky customers, which I can

see them

being cranky if they have yet to have their coffee fix. She then tells me how much her co-worker, Becky,

wouldn’t shut up about meeting me finally. She giggles every few minutes and I can’t get enough of it. I

feel like a love-sick fool, but I won’t change a thing.

When she asks me to tell her about my day, I opt out of talking about my first class with the fuckers, but

I do go on and talk about how she’s dating a sex worker.

“Should I feel special for getting all the freebies?” she muses.

“You have a lifetime membership to the all-inclusive Sex with Jace. Your membership includes

everything, and the best part is that it’s free.”

She giggles again, but then I see her face get serious, “You don’t lose out on good paying customers

by not hav ing sex with them, do you?”

| scoff, “No, we don’t charge for that part, baby. That is the trainer’s preference. Why do you ask?”

She shrugs, “I just don’t want you missing out on good money because you don’t have sex with them

because of me.”

I choke on my own spit, “Where is this coming from? ||

have never had sex with the subs, even before you.”

“Okay…” she looks down at something on her lap.

“Look at me, Ella,” I use my Dom voice just to get her at tention, but I still talk to her as my girlfriend, “I

don’t work there for the sexual gratification. I work there because it’s good training for myself and it

pays very well. I would leave there if I didn’t need to save up all my money.”

“Why do you need to save up all your money? Won’t your parents give you money?” She asks so

innocently.

| smirk, “Yes, baby, they do, but my girlfriend slash sub missive has certain tastes and I don’t think my

parents would like it very much if I ask them for money so I can buy a sex swing or a new flogger or

cane to use one you.”

Ella bursts out laughing, “I never even thought about that.”

“How about you tell Ethan that you need money to buy a new anal toy so your boyfriend can watch you

use it?” || smirk, picturing the horrified look on her father’s face as she asks.

“Oh no, daddy would have a heart attack! I’m pretty sure we have already given him a mini stroke that

he hasn’t told me about.” Her face lights up, “Did I ever tell you how

mom tried having a “talk” with me?” She gives the cutest lit tle snort as she laughs, “She started saying

how she tried experimenting with my father, but it didn’t work out so well.”

“Oh wow, just what a daughter wants to hear!” I laugh, “It’s sad that your mom has had three kids and

you’re way more advanced than she is.”

“Is that your way of telling me that I’m sluttier than my mom?” She squints at me.

“Yes, baby, I am. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that since it’s only with me. I love it when

you’re slutty.” |

wink.

She blushes, and then yawns.

“Plug your phone in and prop it up. You need to sleep but I want to be able to see you. I feel better

knowing that you’re safe.”

“Okay. Jace?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I love you…”

I bite my lower lip and then smile back, “I love you, too,