“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.