Chapter Ten — Alex
I walk out of the booth and, without thinking, I put my hair up in a ponytail. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life, and right now I just want to be fucked. I feel freer than I ever have. It’s scary. But exciting, too.
As I tie my hair up, Callum catches my eye. The way he looks at me makes me melt. He looks like he wants to pin me up against the wall and fuck me right there. I have to look away. The heat from his gaze is too much.
“I think we’re gonna switch things up,” Callum says. “If it’s okay with Lola, I think we should move our last confession out into the open. Lola, is that okay with you?”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“What I mean is, I want you to get up in front of all of us and confess. And then collectively, as a group, we’ll decide your final penance. And then we can baptize you and wipe the slate clean.”
He gestures to the right, and I realize there’s actually a tub of water that I hadn’t noticed before.
“Oh. Okay,” I say. Whatever is about to happen, I know it’s going to be insane.
The second I put up my hair, I signaled to Callum that I was game. And I am. I’m terrified. But I need him. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a man as much as I do right now.
“Okay, Lola,” Callum says. He gestures to the pulpit area and has me stand there. “Please tell us what you’re guilty of. What your greatest sin is.”
“I’m feeling guilty about…” I say, my voice faltering. Why is this so hard?
“There’s no right or wrong answers,” he says, smiling. “Just say whatever feels right.”
I nod. I close my eyes. Time to be brave.
“I’m feeling guilty about…” I take a deep breath. “Being naughty,” I say more quietly, cheeks flushing.
“Being a naughty what?” Callum asks, prompting me.
“A naughty little girl,” I murmur.
The words escape my mouth quickly. These are things men have said to me, and I love hearing them say it, but I’ve never called myself that. It feels demeaning. And it turns me on.
I never thought I’d be able to say it. I look at the men, though, and the way they’re looking at me makes me feel like I made the right choice. They’re zeroed in on me, like they’re the predators and I’m their prey. Or like I’m a feast and they’re starving.
Part of me wants to run, but I also want them to catch me, hold me down, and make me take it. I want them to take me. One by one.
Have I always been this fucked up?
“Very well,” Callum says, nodding. “I think the obvious punishment for a naughty little girl is something that ensures she learns her place. Does everyone agree?”
The men nod.
“But first, I think we should baptize her. Usually that’s done at the end, but in this case, I feel like now is a better time. Lola?”
I nod.
“Very well,” he says. “Step into the water.”
I step into the pool. It goes up to about my knees. It’s not super cold, but it’s definitely cold. I’m still wearing my white dress.
“On the count of three,” he says, “I’m going to dunk your head under water. Ready?”
I nod.
“One, two, three.”
He pushes me under. I stay there as the cool water envelops my skin. It’s so peaceful, quiet, serene even. And then I feel myself being pulled up. There’s clapping, which is almost humorous. I don’t mind, though.
Someone gives me a towel and they quickly wrap me in it so that I’m not dripping. I’m still wet, though.
I look down in horror and realize that my dress is now completely see-through. I’m wearing white panties and a white bra. The bra is mesh. With the white dress sticking to my chest, my entire breasts are visible. With the panties, I’m completely exposed. The front is sheer and the back is a thong.
Callum grins like this was his plan all along. I quickly reach down to cover myself, and he stops me, grabbing my wrists.
“No, no, no,” he says. “Naughty girls don’t get to cover themselves up. Now, do they?”
The first man, the one who made me confess my fantasy, grabs Callum’s arm and whispers in his ear. I strain to hear what they’re saying, but they step just out of earshot.
Callum looks back at me every few seconds and smiles. I clench my legs together tightly. Even though my entire body is wet, I can still feel different wetness between my legs.
Callum nods one more time and then turns to me.
“Change of plans,” he says. “Lola, strip.”