Fire with Fire (Crash and Burn, Book 3) (A Military Romance) (19 page)

“No, Sir.”

“That I’d ever allow any man to touch any part of you?” he asked.

“No, Sir, I don’t think you want anyone else to touch me.”

His voice shook slightly as he spoke in a breathless, excited tone. “And yet you had the gall to speak to my rival—flirt with him—in front of my face.”

“I’m…I made a mistake—“

His hand collided with her buttocks, hard enough to stop her mid-sentence. She made a small grunt.

“You made a very big, very bad mistake. You defied me again and again. You were rude, impudent, insulting and immature,” he told her. “You agree that this merits punishment, yes?”

“Yes, Mister Sharpe.”

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

The palm struck her forcefully on the buttocks again and again, and she felt tears pop in the corners of her eyes. Yet, she also felt that her pussy was wetter than ever—and she was excited, not really scared at all of what he was doing.

If anything, in this moment, she felt closer than ever to Cullen, connected to him in a way that was inexplicable.

“I’m going to pull those little fucking panties down now, and expose your bare bottom,” he said, and she could hear just how excited he was by the sound of his voice.

His strong hands pulled her thong down and now she was bare and her wet pussy was upturned as his fingers slowly stroked her folds.

She moaned.

“Stop it,” he scolded. “Did you mean for Xavier Montrose to have that delectable, tight pussy for himself?”

“Of course I didn’t,” she responded instinctively.

Cullen spanked her ass so hard she gave a yelp. “Cullen!” she said, shocked.

“Remember what I said about manners,” he said.

“Sir, that hurt.”

There was a long pause. “You need to be punished.”

“I thought you didn’t want to ever treat me badly, Sir.”

“I want to make you mine, fully. I want to slide my cock inside your virgin pussy and fuck you until you come,” he told her.

She gulped, hearing him say the words. “I want it too, Mister Sharpe,” she whispered.

“But first I must punish you for how you’ve disappointed me. You have to be held accountable for every mistake. Every wrong step, every time you go against my wishes, I will make sure you know it.”

“Yes, Mister Sharpe.” She was sweating, and she was aroused. Her buttocks hurt, stung, and a couple of his spankings had been crossing the pain threshold. But she knew that she didn’t want him to stop.

Not now, not ever.

“I’m going to spank you very hard, five more times. Those five times will cover your offenses. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you accept your punishment?”

She nodded, closing her eyes tightly and hoping he’d make it quick.

His palm crashed into her right buttock. She grit her teeth together as her face pushed against the couch cushion.

“That was one,” Cullen announced.

“Yes, Sir.”

SLAP.

She withheld a moan, as this time her left buttock burned from the stinging strike.

“That was two.”

“Yes, Sir. I deserved that, Sir.”

She could hear his labored breathing, and Ivy sensed that he was getting excited by her vocal submission.

His palm crashed into her buttocks again, and this time his hand lingered, the tips of his fingers digging into her flesh.

“That was three, Ivy.”

“Yes, Sir. I needed to be reminded.”

He spanked her again. “Four.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

The last one was the most painful yet, and it drove her face into the cushions, but somehow it was also the most pleasurable, as she felt a gush of warmth between her legs.

“FIVE,” he said.

“Thank you so much for correcting me, Sir, and not giving up on me.”

There was a long pause. She kept her bare, stinging ass up in the air for him. Her nipples were tender and stiff.

Now his fingers were sliding into her folds again, only this time they were more gentle. She gushed onto him, as the stimulation of his fingers on her pussy was such a turn on, she could hardly contain herself. “That feels so good, Sir.”

“I need to fuck you,” he told her. “I simply must have you completely.”

“I want you to, Sir.”

“Stay in that position,” he told her.

“Yes, Sir.”

She heard him unbuckling his pants and then the unmistakable sounds of his pants dropping to the floor.

“Don’t look at me,” he told her. Keep your head straight, eyes on the couch.”

She felt the head of his engorged cock on her folds, pushing from behind. His hands grabbed her hips, his fingers squeezing her soft skin as he pushed harder.

There was resistance and then she broke open for him, and felt the most exquisite sweet giving way inside her as he pushed into her.

He’s fucking me. Cullen Sharpe is actually fucking me right now.

It felt beyond amazing, even with the slight pressure, the hint of pain.

It was dirty. It was wrong. It was crazy and reckless and maybe the dumbest thing she’d ever done.

But at the same time, Ivy had never felt so wanted, so taken, so possessed in all the right ways.

His shaft pressed into her tight space, and she was dripping, as Cullen worked his way into her from behind. She felt his hips pushing up close to her backside and she tried to push herself into him.

“I’m very deep in you now,” Cullen told her. “You’re very, very wet. I’ve never felt something so damn tight, so damn good.” His thighs seemed to tremble as he pressed deeper.

“Oh, God,” she moaned. “I’m…I’m going to come, I think.”

“Not yet,” he whispered. “Come only when I tell you.”

He withdrew slowly and then pushed in yet again. His motion was becoming more fluid.

Ivy smiled to herself as she felt him, felt his sweetness, and he was so good…so right inside her.

She was a bundle of nerves that had been stimulated past the point of no return.

She was going to climax, and it was just a question of how long she could hold out.

Do I need to do anything else to make it good for him?
She wondered.
How do I know if I’m doing it right?

He seemed excited, but she wanted to be sure that he enjoyed having sex with her as much as she was enjoying it.

His cock slid into her and then slowly he would slide out, then press in once again. Each time, she seemed to get even more excited. He began pumping his hips, and now his lower belly was slapping against her buttocks as he fucked her from behind.

He took his hands off her hips and pressed them on her lower back.

He was fucking her, fucking her so good. She felt tears in her eyes again, but now they were tears of pure ecstasy as she bit her lower lip.

“I’m coming, I can’t help it…” she moaned. And then it came, a wave of passion so big that she couldn’t help but scream. She was opening her mouth and moaning so loudly, completely out of control.

Cullen seemed surprised by her passion, but she felt him respond, and then he was driving deeper inside her as she came, and he was groaning, as if he also was overcome with emotion.

She felt him crashing into her, the wetness between them so unbelievably juicy and exciting and hot. “Your pussy is so tight,” he gasped, and then she could tell he was releasing himself inside her.

He pounded into her and she cried out again and again.

When it was done, he withdrew for good and she sat up on the couch, red faced, confused, pulling up her panties and pants as Cullen also pulled on his pants.

He looked relatively frazzled; his hair was messy, his face bathed in sweat.

“Was…was that…” she wasn’t sure what to say. She was curious to know if it had been what he’d wanted.

Cullen looked confused. “I don’t know what that was,” he said, seeming baffled in a way that she found endearing, but also rather frightening.

It was so unlike him to be taken aback, even for a moment.

“Do you need anything?” he asked her. “Water, perhaps?”

She smiled. “I’m okay.”

“Good,” he said, nodding as he pulled his belt tight and then turned and walked towards the bathroom. “I’ll be back in a moment,” he said, as walked away.

Ivy sat there, thinking about the mind-blowing sex she’d just had.

God, he’s hot. He was an animal, wasn’t he?

And I think he liked it too.

But didn’t he—didn’t he finish inside me….

She didn’t allow herself to think too deeply about how far they’d truly gone. It was confusing if you thought too much about it.

Because Ivy was fairly certain that Cullen himself—Mr. Control—hadn’t intended things to happen quite that way.

By the time he returned, Ivy was standing up and feeling a bit more put together. Still, she was confused and a bit nervous now.

Cullen smiled at her, as if to reassure her. But his eyes had once more closed off from her. His cold, reserved expression had returned and his formality was back along with it. “Shall I take you home now?” he said.

“I…I can catch a cab.”

“Nonsense,” Cullen said, shaking his head. “I won’t hear of it.”

“Okay,” she sighed, already accepting that things were changing again for the worse.

Cullen was nothing if not unpredictably predictable.

They left the house and started for his car. Ivy’s mind was spinning with fears, hopes, memories, wondering how to handle the car ride home.

An older woman carrying shopping bags nearly fell right in front of them, and one of her bags ripped open, sending fruit spilling to the sidewalk. “Oh, dammit,” the gruff older woman said.

Cullen knelt down instantly, grabbing fruit in his hands, trying to assist the old lady.

The older woman stared at him from her thick glasses. “Are you Cullen Sharpe?” she asked, seemingly in awe of him.

Cullen straightened, still holding some bananas in one hand. “Yes, I am,” he said, looking confused now. “Do we know each other?”

The woman reached into a bag and handed him a large envelope. “Mister Sharpe, you’ve been served,” she said, and then turned around, leaving her fruit behind and walking to a black sedan parked not far away.

The woman got inside and the car sped off.

Cullen dropped the bananas and opened the envelope, revealing a set of documents, which he slid partially out to read.

“Who was that?” Ivy asked him.

But Cullen wasn’t answering her. His eyes scanned the documents and his mouth tightened into a thin line, his lips turning almost white.

His normally calm eyes had taken on a devastated vacant stare, as if he’d been struck so hard that he’d forgotten where he was.

“Cullen,” she said again.

“It’s nothing,” he whispered, tucking the documents back into the folder and sealing it closed. “Nothing.”

But she knew he was lying. Something terrible was happening to Cullen Sharpe, something that even he couldn’t control.