EXPOSE (The Billionaire's Rules, Book 6) (3 page)

“Cullen,” she moaned, her cheek against
the comforter.
 
It smelled like
fresh laundry, and she inhaled the scent.
 
Somehow, she smelled him too.
 
He’d handled this bedding himself.
 

“You’ve forced my hand,” Cullen announced
from above.
 
“I’m going to have to discipline
you severely for your bad behavior.”

Ivy nodded, closing her eyes
tightly.
 
She was scared, but also
excited.
 
From the tone in his
voice, she knew he was going to do something new to her.

They were entering uncharted waters.

Suddenly, she him pulling her sweatpants
and panties down to her ankles as she lay on her stomach with her eyes closed.

And then there was the soft tinkling of
what sounded like a belt buckle as he undid his belt.
 
Was he taking his pants down?
 
Was he going to fuck her?

She had no idea what was coming next.

When he spoke next, his voice was rigid,
tense.
 
“This will be painful,” he
said.
 
“But hard lessons are often
painful.
 
Do you consent to
receiving your punishment?”

“Yes,” she said, clenching her fingers
against the bedspread and keeping her eyes firmly shut.

“Good,” he replied, and then he grabbed
her by her bare hips and pulled her so that she was hanging off the bed, her
feet sliding into contact with the floor, as her ass stuck outwards.

“I’m scared,” she told him softly.

“It will be over quickly,” he replied.
 

And then she felt it, a whip crack
followed by a sting, as his belt swung hard into her
bare
buttocks.
 
She closed her eyes and
grunted, gritting her teeth.

The sharp, stinging burn was intense, and
tears sprang to her eyes.

“That was for questioning my decision to let
you sleep in this room,” he told her.
 
“You will not question my decisions, ever.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, breathless.
 
The sting was fading now.

And then it came again.
 
A harsh jolting sting as he whipped the
belt across her ass.
 
She cried out,
but the pain wasn’t quite as bad as she’d been anticipating.

It hurt, but it was bearable.

“That was for trying to bait me into an
argument when I told you I didn’t want to discuss my personal life with you.”

“I’m sorry for being argumentative, Sir,”
she said, her voice shaking a little.

Why?
 
Why does he have to punish me like this?

She didn’t know the answer.
 
And furthermore, why was her pussy
getting wet each time he did it? She wondered.
 
Her mind whirred and her emotions
cascaded and crashed into one another, conflicted.

Somehow, he was getting off on doing this
to her.
 
But what was even stranger
to
Ivy,
was that she was getting off on it too.

And she had no idea why.

She felt wind against her skin just
milliseconds before feeling the crack of his belt against her butt cheeks yet
again.
 
This time, she half-cried,
half-moaned, and her pussy throbbed in time with the blow.

“And that,” Cullen said, his breathing
heavier now, “was for going outside when I expressly forbid you from talking to
that woman.”

Ivy opened her eyes as two tears dropped
onto the bedspread beneath her face.
 
“I apologize—“

Her apology was interrupted by yet
another painful belt snap on her ass, surprising her.
 
She yelped.
 

“And that was to remind you that I’m the
one who asks the questions around here, Ivy.
 
It’s not ever going to be different.”

“Yes, Mister Sharpe,” she said,
shuddering.

She could still hear his heavy breathing
from behind her as she lay there, exposed, half-naked,
vulnerable
.

“Keep those pants and panties down so I
can see your ass.”
 

She kicked the sweatpants off her ankles
and then her panties slid off her feet too.
 
She was now completely naked from the
waist down.

“My butt is very sore, Sir.”

She could hear the floorboards creak as
he walked closer.
 
“It had to be
done.
 
You’ve been very, very bad.”

“I know, Sir.”

Suddenly, she felt him lowering his body onto
her, pressing down on her from above, his weight slowly causing her to sink
into the mattress.

He was still fully clothed, and she could
feel his bulge pressing into her butt and his mouth was on her neck, biting
lightly.
 
“Who the hell do you think
you are?” he growled, taking her by the hair and pulling her head back.
 
His lips sucked her earlobe as his hips
thrust into her behind.

“I’m just a silly girl who needs to be
taught a lesson, Sir.”

He pulled on her hair.
 
“Don’t patronize, me.”

“I’m not, Sir.”

“Bullshit.”

“I swear, Sir.
 
I want you to teach me.”

“What you want, is my cock to make you come.”
 
He unzipped his pants and then she felt
his large, fleshy shaft dropping onto her hot, burning ass.
 
“You want this to slide up into that
tight, wet little pussy.
 
Isn’t that
the real truth?”

“Yes,” she said, her breath catching as
he grabbed a handful of her hair again.

“Because in the end, you can’t resist it
when I fuck you.”
 

“I can’t, Sir.”
 
She arched her hips upwards, and then
Cullen was feeding his cock into her hole, surprising her with the quickness of
his entry.

He groaned as he slid all the way in, and
she felt his balls slapping into the underside of her pussy as he did so.

“You’re too tight for your own good, and
now I’m going to stretch you out,” he whispered in her ear, as he began fucking
her from behind.

Each time his lower belly slapped against
her ass, she felt the sting from where he’d punished her with his belt.

But somehow, it turned her on, too.
 
The pain intermingled with the pleasure
he was giving her, and she could feel him on her, coiled, excited, thrusting.

Her pussy was throbbing and juicy, and
soon his dick was soaked in her need and he was lubricated fully.
 
He slid in and out, fucking her hard and
fast, whispering in her ear.
 
“You’re mine.
 
You do what I
say.
 
Don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she agreed, each and every
time he asked.

The sound of his skin slapping into hers,
and the sound of juices dripping were loud in her ears and the smell of
sex hung
heavy in the air.

Ivy moaned louder and louder.

“Tell me how you like it,” he growled,
pulling her hair as he jammed himself deep into her.

A bolt of pleasure flowered in her pussy
and she cried out.
 
“I like it,
Sir,” she moaned.

“Louder,” he said, withdrawing and then
hammering into her again.

“I love it when you fuck me hard, Mister
Sharpe.”

“What do you love?”

“Your cock, Sir.”

He began fucking her even harder, so hard
and fast that she had to hang onto the blanket, her eyes rolling back.
 
He was completely taking her as his own,
dominating her, and she loved every second of it.

“You don’t want to make me so angry that
I stop fucking you for good,” he warned, as his flesh pierced her slit over and
over again, reminding her why she must always keep him happy.

“I never want you to stop fucking me,
Sir.”
 
She groaned and moaned as he
continued impressing this point, swiveling his hips in time with her moans.

“I’m bringing you closer and closer to
cumming,” he said, slowing down as he lay directly on top of her, his hips
pounding rhythmically onto her buttocks.
 
 

She nodded emphatically, not sure how he
knew.

But he was right.

It felt like it was building to a
crescendo and she was starting to need the release.
 
His dick felt so good.
 
Being possessed by him completely felt
so
good
.

His body.

His voice.

The smell of him.

Cullen
Sharpe’s cock is fucking my wet pussy.
 
His huge dick feels amazing.

“But you’re not going to come, Ivy.
 
Not until I tell you.”

“I, I can’t—“

He stopped fucking her for a moment, his
dick still inside her, but his body still as he whispered.
 
“You can and you will.
 
I tell you when to come.”

“Yes, Sir.”
 
She grit her teeth as her body broke
into sweat.

Now he was moving slowly again,
and—Oh God—it felt even better.
 
It felt like magic, and her insides were
sending out pleasure signals, over and over and she was so wet.

She wanted nothing more than to come
right then.

But he was torturing her, teasing her,
fucking her so slowly as he whispered in her ear.

“Now,” he said, “come on my dick.
 
Gush for me.”
 
His hips swiveled up and down, back and
forth, and his hand slid underneath her leg, his long fingers stimulating her
clit.

The climax hit her hard and she cried out
in pure pleasure, pure sexual ecstasy.
 
How could one thing feel this good?

Her entire body became rigid as she came,
and came, and she was gushing on him.

“Fuck,” he groaned.
 
“That’s very good.
 
That’s exactly what you’re supposed to
do for me.”

She moaned again, letting her hips go
loose as he began pounding her again.

“Now I’m going to come,” he told
her.
 
 

She could hear his voice change.
 
He was forgetting himself.
 
It didn’t sound so formal, so
restrained.
 
He began hammering her
from behind, and her butt stung and her pussy dripped, and she came again.

“Ivy,” he whispered over and over again
in her ear as she felt his cock releasing everything deep into her.
 
“Oh, Ivy.
 
Oh, Ivy.”
 
He repeated it as he crammed himself
deeper inside, sending all of his seed inside her.

He lay atop her like that for a long
while, his body shuddering, his breath coming deep, as he whispered in her ear.

Finally, Cullen rolled off her and lay
staring at the ceiling.
 
She turned
her head to look at him.

He was just staring upwards, and Ivy
suddenly knew that this intimacy between them had broken something inside him,
opened him up in a way.

“Can I touch you?” she whispered.

“Yes,” he whispered back.

She saw tears in his eyes, but she didn’t
comment for a long time.
 
She pushed
his shirt up over his belly and slid her hand beneath it to feel his warm, soft
skin.
 
And then she stroked his
chest softly as she watched him stare at the ceiling.

“That woman outside was not an ex-girlfriend,”
he said.
 
“In fact, I hardly know
her.”

This strange admission shocked Ivy, but
she decided to act like this was the most normal thing in the world.
 
“Oh,” Ivy said, still softly stroking
his chest with her fingertips.

“She has a sister who needs a very
complicated surgical procedure, and that woman is convinced I’m the only one
who can perform it.”

Ivy couldn’t believe that Cullen was
opening up like this.
 
Her heart
began beating faster and faster, and her cheeks tingled.
 
“But you don’t want to do it,” she said.

He shook his head.
 
He still hadn’t looked at her.
 

“I
can’t
do it,” he replied.

“Why not?” she asked.

He didn’t answer for a long time.

Well,
there you go, Ivy.
 
You had to keep
asking questions and now you’ve gone and probably ruined it.
 
He’s going to clam up and withdraw
.