“Sorry,” Ty said.
I’m not. “Whatever you need to do,” is what I really said.
He pulled the material back until I felt the cool air of the studio along the crack of my ass. Ty moved around and lay with the camera pointed at my hip.
He took a few shots, then went back to messing with the sheet. I could feel his frustration rise. It wasn’t working.
I took a deep breath, then pulled the sheet off, exposing my entire posterior to my stepfather. He swore under his breath, then took a deep breath.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
“Yes,” my voice came out in a whisper, but I couldn’t seem to speak any louder than that.
He moved back to his camera and took a few more shots.
“Pop your hip,” he said.
I looked down at him. His face was so near, my p***y started pulsing to a strong beat,
