Page 101 of Blue Moon Mistress

His hand leaves me, fingers dragging down the skin of my leg until it’s gone, and then, I can’t stop the whimper that comes with the loss.

“Just one more little orgasm and your punishment is over.” Chase watches me from the couch, but he’s moved forward, as if he’ll stand at any moment, and I angle myself, wanting. I’m spun so tight, it won’t take long to get there now. And if all it takes to get their hands on me again…

The first brush of my fingertips makes me twitch. Sharp, pleasured pain washes through me and I have to still my fingers.

“Who knew she could get so starved?”

I open my eyes and Johnny is on his knees in front of me.

I watch him as he watches my fingers. Licking his lips as I cover myself. It’s only long enough to cover my fingers in the wetness there before dragging it back up to my clit.

Thomas mutters in the background, asking who’s really being punished, and I have to screw my eyes shut as my nerves jump after each touch.

Each move of my fingers makes me twitch and after a moment, I can’t stop the sob that has been threatening at the back of my throat. Ineedit and it’s right there…

Johnny’s hands smooth up the inside of my legs and I still, opening my eyes on a gasp.

“If you need help, wicked girl, all you need to do is ask for it.” He brushes a knuckle over me and my hips rise to him without any conscious thought.

“Please.”

Johnny’s response is a brief chuckle, a half moment before his fingers slip into me, curling up to hit that perfect spot.

When the others touch me. Hands skimming across skin, it’s all I need.

I come apart on a scream so loud, there’s no chance the neighbors didn’t hear it.

And when I come back to my senses, I’m curled up in Chase’s lap, his lips on my forehead.

“Ready for round two?” Thomas asks, but he doesn’t sound ready at all.

“Gentlemen. Have you forgotten? It is the Lord’s day.”

“He’s not the one we want to worship.”

“I meant, it’s supposed to be a day of rest.” I’m barely able to open my eyes.

“Maybe we should take this to the kitchen? Let Mrs. Miller see that her granddaughters don’t stand a chance.”

“We don’t want her to have a heart attack,” Joshua says, but he glances toward the back like he’s thinking about it too.

Fourteen

I wake up, alone, in Thomas’bed and stretch as warm sunlight filters through his window and across me. The sheets are warm, and so am I.

No noise makes its way to me from the rest of the house and when I roll to my side, the clock shows me it’s almost ten.

Beside it, there’s a note.

Don’t make the bed.

Grabbing my phone I send him two words:

Why not?

Because you aren’t going to be there when I get home, and I want the reminder that you were.

I chuckle as I tell him I’ll do as he asks, and then, I pull on the shirt they left for me.

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