“Strip and get on your knees. Show me how sorry you are with that pretty mouth of yours.” Cole says.
Cole's degrading words send a thrill of arousal and shame through me as I unzip my dress and step out of it. Holt and Cole both look at my body unabashedly. They look at me with a mix of entitlement and possessiveness that makes my stomach flip. I undo my bra and step out of my lace thong so that I’m completely naked.
I’m about to drop to my knees, but Holt stops me.
“Stop,” he says, “Hands behind your head, feet apart.”
As I interlock my fingers behind my head and step my feet apart, I feel a mix of embarrassment and desire flood through me. I feel so exposed in this position. Not only can Cole and Holt see everything, but the way I’m displaying my body—hands behind my head, thrusting
