Chapter1
Kelly pushed through the creaky door of the old community center, her sneakers scuffing on the dusty floor. The place was a wreck—peeling paint, busted windows letting in a chilly draft, and that gross, musty smell that clung to everything. Her heart was hammering, not just from the creepy vibe but because she was meeting Ronan here. That guy from her college, with his messy dark hair and that cocky grin that made her stomach do weird flips. He’d texted her about a “game” tonight, and she’d been dumb enough to say yes.
“You’re late, Kelly,” Ronan said, leaning against a rickety table like he owned the damn place. His voice was all smooth and teasing, but there was a bite to it that made her palms sweat.
“Bus was late,” she muttered, clutching her bag strap so tight her knuckles went white. Her sundress felt too flimsy, like it was barely there under his stare. “Got stuck behind some old lady with a cart.”
“Lame excuse,” he said, stepping closer, his eyes glinting like he was up to no good. “You’re nervous, aren’t you? I can see it. You’re practically shaking.”
She swallowed hard, her cheeks already hot. “Kinda, yeah.”
“Love that,” he said, his grin sharp as a knife. “Nervous looks good on you. Sit down, we gotta go over the rules.”
She perched on a wobbly chair, her knees pressed tight together, feeling like a kid in trouble. “Rules? What kinda rules?”
He dragged a chair over, sitting so close his knee brushed hers, sending a jolt through her. “Simple shit. One: you do what I say, no arguing. Two: you stall, you pay a price. Three: you admit when you’re into it.” He leaned in, his breath warm on her cheek. “Got it?”
Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it’d bust out of her chest. Why the hell was she here, letting him boss her around? But there was this spark in her gut, this need to see where it went. “Got it,” she whispered, barely audible.
“Louder, Kelly,” he said, his voice firm but with a teasing edge. “Like you mean it.”
“Okay,” she said, forcing her voice up, her face burning like she’d stuck it in an oven.
“Good girl,” he said, patting her knee like she was a damn dog. “Now stand up. Shoes off, nice and slow.”
She stood, her legs like jelly, and kicked off her sandals, one by one. The cold floor made her toes curl, and she felt so exposed already, like she was naked even with her dress on. Ronan’s eyes were glued to her, eating up every move.
“Not bad,” he said, smirking. “Now the dress. Drop it.”
Her breath caught, sharp and quick. “Here? For real?” Her voice was all squeaky, like she was a scared kid.
“Don’t make me say it again,” he said, crossing his arms. “You signed up for this game, right? So strip.”
She hesitated, her hands shaking like leaves in a storm. “Ronan, can we just... talk or something?”
“Nope,” he said, his tone sharp. “You stall, you get a penalty. Turn around, bend over the table. Now.”
Her stomach twisted, shame flooding her like a busted pipe. “No way,” she started, but his stare shut her up. She turned, leaned over the table, her dress riding up, exposing her thighs. She felt like a fool, bent over like that, all for his stupid game.
“Count to ten,” he said. “Out loud, don’t mumble.”
“One... two...” She counted, her voice wobbly, feeling dumber with every number. By ten, her face was so red she thought it’d catch fire.
“Now the dress,” he said again, not letting up.
She straightened, her hands fumbling with the hem of her dress. She pulled it over her head, letting it fall in a heap. Standing there in her plain white bra and panties, she crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide, but it was pointless.
“Arms down,” he snapped. “Let me see you.”
She dropped her arms, feeling like a bug under a magnifying glass. Ronan’s eyes roamed her, and he let out a laugh that stung like a slap. “Damn, Kelly, really? That underwear’s straight outta a laundry basket. Boring as hell. You trying to impress me with that?”
Her cheeks burned hotter. “It’s comfy,” she muttered, wishing she could sink into the floor.
“Comfy? Sure, for hiding that skinny-ass body,” he said, circling her like a shark. “Turn around. Let’s see the back.”
She turned, her back to him, feeling his eyes crawl over her skin. “Oh, wow,” he said, chuckling. “That ass? It’s like a pancake. You ever heard of squats? Doesn’t look like it.”
The shame hit her hard, tears prickling her eyes. His words cut deep, making her feel small, ugly. But her body was a traitor, that warm ache starting low, making her squirm. She hated how much his meanness got to her, how it lit her up inside.
“Face me,” he said. She turned, her eyes locked on his, begging for a shred of kindness. “Now the bra. Lose it.”
“Ronan, please,” she said, her voice tiny. “This is so embarrassing.”
“That’s the whole fucking point,” he said, his grin wicked. “You’re getting off on this, aren’t you? Now do it.”
Her fingers shook as she unhooked her bra, letting it fall. Her small breasts were out, and she wanted to cover up, but his stare kept her frozen. He laughed, loud and mean. “Those tits? For real? They’re like mosquito bites, Kelly. Barely worth looking at.”
The humiliation was crushing, like a weight on her chest. She felt worthless, exposed, but her nipples hardened, and she could feel herself getting wet. “Stop,” she whispered, but it sounded weak, like she didn’t mean it.
“Stop? Nah,” he said, stepping so close she could smell his cologne. “You’re standing there, half-naked, letting me talk shit about you. You’re loving this. Now the panties—slow, like you’re putting on a show.”
Her hands were trembling as she hooked her thumbs into her panties, sliding them down inch by inch. They hit the floor, and she stepped out, completely bare. The cold air hit her skin, and she felt so vulnerable, like she was nothing but a toy for him.
Ronan’s eyes locked on her crotch, and he shook his head. “Well, damn. That little bush? You think that’s doing anything for you? And those lips? Barely there. You’re trying to play grown-up, but you’re just a shy little girl.”
She covered her face with her hands, mortified, tears spilling over. “Ronan, this is too much,” she choked out, her voice breaking.
“Hands down,” he barked. She obeyed, like it was automatic. “Spread your legs a bit. Show me everything.”
She parted her feet, exposing herself completely. The shame was suffocating, like she was on display at a freak show. But her body was screaming, wet and aching, loving the way he tore her down. “You’re such a jerk,” she mumbled, her voice all breathy.
“Jerk? I’m just telling it like it is,” he said, his eyes gleaming. “You’re wet, aren’t you? Letting me pick you apart like this. Say it. Tell me you’re into it.”
She whimpered, her face a mess of tears. “I’m... I’m into it,” she admitted, the words breaking her open, shame and need crashing together.
Ronan’s grin was pure triumph. “Knew it. You’re my little toy now, Kelly. Get on your knees and beg for more.”
She dropped to her knees, the floor biting her skin. Looking up at him, eyes blurry with tears, she whispered, “Please, Ronan, give me more.”
He leaned down, his voice low and cruel. “Oh, we’re just getting started, kid.”
