Strip Me Bare Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 2: Breaking in the Shower I walked upstairs ahead of him, heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my clit. My shorts were still pulled to the side, pussy dripping down my thighs with every step. Victor followed close behind, silent and heavy like a predator. When we reached the master bathroom, he locked the door behind us with a loud click that made me shiver. “Strip,” he ordered, voice deep and commanding. I didn’t hesitate. I pulled off my sports bra, letting my full tits bounce free, then slowly slid my soaked shorts down my legs and stepped out of them. I stood completely naked in front of my stepfather, nipples hard, pussy visibly swollen and glistening.

Just two thin strips of lace that would frame my pussy and leave it exposed. My hands shook a little as I stripped out of my own clothes. T-shirt, shorts, panties. All on the floor. The air felt cool on my bare skin. I stepped into the teddy and pulled it up. The lace hugged my hips, slid over my ass. I adjusted the straps over my shoulders. My nipples were already hard, poking against the thin fabric. I looked down and could see the dark circles of them right through the lace. The open crotch left my pussy completely bare. I ran a hand down and touched myself there—smooth, a little swollen already from just thinking about this.

Don’t speak unless told. That’s it. No name. No emojis. No apologies. I reread it three times, sure it must be a mistake. But my thighs press together. Whoever it was meant for… is lucky. I reach for the wine again, trying to ignore the heat between my legs—but the thought takes root. Strip. Kneel. Would I? Could I? The soft hum of city noise outside my window fades. The room feels smaller. My robe slips open as I shift on the bed, and my nipples harden in the cool air. I stare at the phone screen again, at the bold confidence of that message.

He pulled out my Kindle and I tensed. Please don’t look at that. He smirked and turned it on, swiping through my growing romance collection. He lifted a brow. “Wow, Josie,” he whispered, eyeing me. “What have you been dreaming about over here? I haven’t seen one cover without a naked guy on it.” He stopped on one, and I tried to grab it but he jerked away and stood to his feet with a smile. “This guy—this guy is a stripper. You into that, Jose?”

“Stop.” “Good girl,” he told her. Emma felt nervous, a little embarrassed and curious. There was even a hint of excitement mixed with her emotions. “Stand up and take your skirt and panties off.” Bane then told her. Emma stood up and stripped her bottom half. “Bend over the desk,” he then told her. Emma placed her palms against the desk again. “All the way down, angel,” Bane corrected her and put his hand between her shoulder blades, adding just a little pressure. Emma lay down flat on the desk. She could feel her pulse picking up. “That’s it, hand straight over your head. If you need, you can grab on to the edge,” he instructed her, and she did as he told her. It felt strange being naked fr

James stripped off his shirt without hesitation, muscles flexing as he tossed it aside, then kicked off his shoes and trousers. He stood in nothing but black boxers, cock already half-hard, the outline thick and heavy. “Strip,” he said, eyes locked on her. “Everything.” Lila’s fingers shook as she untied her apron, unbuttoned her blouse, let it fall. Bra next, nipples hardening in the evening air. Skirt slid down her legs, pooling at her feet. She stepped out of her shoes and stood in only the black lace panties, caramel skin glowing in the sunset.

I mentally whined and scrunched my nose in disgust. “What does it look like?” he teased, still undressing. I couldn’t help but watch as he kicked off his shoes and socks, standing barefoot on the cold forest ground like it was nothing. Not a single goosebump on his skin. Was he trained for this or something? Then came the jeans. Slowly, of course. Why was it always in slow motion with guys like him? He stripped down to his boxers, and I swear my brain short-circuited. I’ve seen him shirtless before, but this... this was something else. My body was reacting without permission. I was practically melting inside—and maybe even... creaming? What the heck, Laila!?

This book is written from a first-person point of view. “Happy?” I mimic as she read the teacher’s dialogue while I’m standing naked in front of her. She looks down at my cock a few times with a wicked smile on her lips. “Yes, now, it’s your turn, Love.” She gives me back the book. I open the book while smirking at her. “There you go, wife.” I glance down, my eyes land on the first paragraph. “Fuck!” Since she chooses the page, it lands on the scene that the professor is shaving her legs for her date. She wants me to take a razor and do it in front of her—not just by mimicking while she’s reading.

His movements carried no haste, no hesitation, only the deliberate certainty of a man who knew every second belonged to him. He stripped with methodical calm. His shirt slid from his shoulders, revealing the hard planes of his chest. His belt unbuckled, leather whispering as he pulled it free. His trousers followed. Piece by piece, he shed the layers until nothing stood between him and the raw, unapologetic truth of his body. Bare. Unflinching. Power radiating stronger without armor than with it. Maya’s breath caught painfully. Heat rushed to her face, a mix of shame and fear and something else she couldn’t name. She stumbled back, her spine colliding with the edge of the bedframe. The wood

“If you want to play dangerous games, Amara… then you’ll learn how dangerous I am.” My pulse hammered. He straightened, his voice dropping to a deep growl. “Strip. Naked.” The word Strip..caught my breath. My hands shook, my throat tight. Shame, fear, and desire crashed into me all at once. But one thing was clear. There was no escape.