The Bastard Slept Naked

My heart pounded, it was embarrassing, that he was making me compete with my sister to see which one of us could make him stay the night. And much more degrading when he abruptly hung up on my sister and smiled wickedly at me.

"Put on the shirt." He ordered, and this time I obliged.

I was tempted to ask what he'd do about Jas, but ultimately decided that I would be better off not knowing. He was staying here tonight, and that was all that mattered.

His stare burned through my jittery fingers as I tried fastening the damned buttons. I felt I was being undressed, rather than getting covered up.

And then there was his scent. It was all over the shirt, all over me. Just like he predicted, the shirt fell over my ass, just barely, making it so that it rode up with every step I took. Meaning I had to hold it down whenever I wanted to go somewhere.