Ransom

•• Chapter 18 ••

A few minutes into being introduced to the Gentlemen's Club and I was already on my knees, exposed and dripping desire for Emmett fucking Ransom; psycho billionaire violinist who held my heart and toyed with it constantly.

I'm completely submissive - for once - with my head bowed as five strange Dominants watch me and two more Dominants punish their Subs on the stage. 

To top it off, Ransom has now heard my first obedient response. I have said yes, truthfully, to being grateful to being here.

No sooner, I have Emmett's hands grabbing the back of my tank, lifting it up slowly.

Wait - he was going to strip me now?! Ransom really had lost all patience with me.

"...Ransom?" I whisper it quickly, wondering if he'll calm me.

"Still, Cherry," Emmett warns me not to move as he continues.

I feel the heat of the gazes intensify, and in response, my skin tingles and burns with desire as I lift my arms. Throwing my black tank aside, Ransom reaches for my bra.

Oh, no.

A whimper almost escapes my throat; almost showing my total and complete humiliation.

Although I can't stop the intense blush taking over both my cheeks.

Ransom waits for my complaint, however, I bite my cheek and I close my eyes.

Click.

Ransom slowly and meticulously peels the bra straps over my arms, and lifts them at the elbows to help take the garment off completely. I don't have to do a thing.

The warm air caresses my skin and my nipples harden. I also notice the Dominants shuffle and twist in their seats to get a better view of my unwrapping. 

I'm a fucking virgin. 

What the fuck am I doing here?

My breath rattles out from my lips as Ransom stands back to look at my bare skin, murmuring, "Now for the bottom half... onto your hands, Cherry - hesitate and I will punish you so fucking bad."

Move? Okay. Okay!

I obey!

My legs are still jelly as I lean onto my elbows and my hair frames my face. I'm glad to cover my chest briefly from the wandering eyes, so I have a moment to gather myself.

Like, shit, I can't believe it's come to this. I'm doing this. I'm actually playing the part of a S -

I feel his hands caress my skirt.

Oh, no. Now it's the crux - I can't escape this part.

Emmett kneels behind my ass and grabs the waist line, pulling the zip apart and then tugging the short checkered skirt over my ass and down my legs. 

Still; no panties. 

I lift my knees, my breaths short as he removes the final garment.

I'm left in high heeled, thigh high boots. I wish I could stare at the red wood floors forever, to hold off on being pulled up and forced to see how much others were enjoying my first time for everything.

I never thought my first time getting stripped would be in front of a crowd of Dominants watching my every move.

"We've made room for you on the stage, Emmett," one of the Dominants drawls from above and I dare glance up; or I try to.

A Dominant seated close by, generously lands the bottom of his boot on the back of my head, pushing my forehead against the floorboards. My ass sticks out even more for Ransom, who squeezes my hip as if to say you'll get used to it.