He stood there, just a couple of feet away, watching her with that cold, unblinking stare.
Ivy began unbuttoning her blouse, and as each button popped loose, more and move of her bare torso was revealed. Of course, she was still wearing her white lacy bra, but her pink nipples were stiff and swollen, poking through the fabric and clearly visible to Cullen Sharpe.
Her hands were trembling so badly that she wondered how she was even able to get the buttons on her shirt undone. But finally, she slid the shirt off her shoulders and it drifted to the floor and landed at her bare feet.
“Keep going,” Cullen told her. “Now the skirt.”
She bit her lower lip, as she unzipped her skirt and then pulled it down, kicking it off her feet and to the side.
“Sorry, I’m not very graceful.”
“Don’t speak unless spoken to,” he reprimanded her. “Continue.” He gestured to her bra.
Ivy licked her lips and swallowed drily. She felt tears forming in her eyes.
Stop being a baby, Ivy. You can do this. And besides, he likes it. Can’t you see he likes it?
She looked at him again and saw that there was something in his expression that was excited, turned on. Because he was always so calm and cool, she had trouble telling what he was thinking.
But as she looked at him more closely, she could see the spark of a fire behind those cold blue eyes. Cullen Sharpe was turned on—he was beyond turned on by her—he absolutely loved that she was undressing like this.
Of course he’s turned on, silly. Why else does he want you to get naked in front of him?
It made her smile just a little bit, but then she remembered that Cullen wasn’t the patient type. And so she unhooked her bra and released her breasts fully for his inspection.
As her bra fell to the floor, Ivy watched Cullen’s face.
Unlike the passive calm expression he’d had when she’d inadvertently spilled coffee on him yesterday, she definitely saw him react when her breasts were fully exposed.
His pupils dilated and his cheeks flushed. Even his nostrils flared again. “Now your panties,” he said, his voice breathy with desire.
Seeing how turned on he was made her excited and a little more confident.
Still watching him, she grasped her panties, stretched them out and slid them slowly over her hips, teasing him a little by stripping them deliberately.
It was exciting to know that she was having such a powerful effect on him, and Ivy was surprised to realize that the CEO truly had real feelings and emotions.
But when she stood naked before him, hands at her sides, her shaved pussy wet and slick and aroused, nipples erect—Cullen seemed to regain his composure.
His jaw twitched. “Turn around,” he commanded.
“Yes, Sir,” she mumbled, spinning to face the bed.
“Bend over and grab your ankles.”
She hesitated for a long moment.
“Ivy,” Cullen said, his voice stern and becoming edgy. “When I give you an order, I expect it to be obeyed immediately. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Mister Sharpe.” Her lips tingled as she spoke.
Her pussy was wet and aching, and her stomach was filled with churning butterflies.
How could she be so frightened and so turned on all at once? What would he do next? What more would he ask of her? Where would it all end?
“Spread your legs and grab your fucking ankles before I become truly impatient,” he continued.
As she did what she was told, she could hear his footsteps on the hardwood floor, coming closer and closer behind her. She grabbed her own ankles, which meant that her pussy and ass were now completely exposed to his view.
Cullen was seeing her as no one had ever seen her before.
Her pussy was bare, dripping with juice, her ass turned up to him, vulnerable.
Cullen Sharpe could do anything he wanted to her now.
“You were very bad last night,” he breathed, his voice husky with want and desire.
“I was, Sir,” she replied. Her heart pounded in her ribcage and her legs trembled.
“Why did you go to that seedy bar and exploit yourself?” he asked.
“I don’t…I don’t know, Sir.”
He smacked her ass—not extremely hard. But it wasn’t a playful slap, either. It stung a little, and she gave a slight cry in response.
“Don’t ever tell me you don’t know when I ask you a question,” he said. “If I ask you, then I already know you have an answer.”
“I’m sorry, Mister Sharpe.”
He slapped her ass harder. “Sorry stopped cutting it some time ago, Ivy.” He slapped her buttocks yet again, his palm rubbing her butt for a moment before withdrawing.
Her wet pussy mound throbbed, dripping, wanting and needing his attentions. His lithe fingers were so close yet so far away. Even his hands on her ass felt electric—making every pore ache with need and want.
She’d never felt this sensation, being so turned on, being so ready for a man.
Please fuck me, she thought. Please put your fingers in my wet pussy, Cullen.