Page 95 of Blue Moon Mistress

Joshua’s gaze rakes over me. “We have a little fun.”

Chase and Johnny pull Thomas back to the couch and drag him down as they sit, squeezing him between them.

But Joshua keeps watching me, like he’s making a plan.

“Stand right there.” He places me where he wants me and then goes back to the couch, sitting down and watching me like the others. “Now… Take off your blouse.”

I’d worn this one with the intention of getting it off quick… now, I wish I’d have put on something that took ages to untie. I want to spend hours with them looking at me like that.

Button after button, I crawl my fingers down the front of my blouse. Copper studs through cream fabric.

Thomas shifts when I reach the bottom, pulling the ends out of my skirt and slipping the sleeves from my arms.

But as it slides from my skin, Johnny clamps an arm around his shoulder and keeps him in his seat.

I drape it over the chair beside me and turn back, watching them. Waiting for their next command.

Chase leans forward on his knees, gaze ghosting over me. “Now the skirt.”

There’s a zipper at my side and I take hold of the tiny piece of quartz I’d replaced the pull with. I don’t tug, I use only thesmallest amount of pressure trying not to smile as I see Thomas’ jaw tense.

So far, I don’t think I’m the one being tortured.

But when the zipper gets half way down, the skirt slithers down me, pooling around my heels, and all four of them say their own little curse.

After Friday’s fun, I’d foregone the underwear that match this bra, but not the garter.

Black lace cupped my breasts and outlined my waist and hips… But there was nothing covering me between the garter belt and the lace band of the stockings it held up.

“Scarlette,” Chase says, but his sarcasm is definitely feigned. “Have you been a naughty woman?”

“I had my own plans.” I run my fingers over my thighs where they peek out from the tops of my stockings. “But I like yours better… So far.”

I take a step back, bending down to get my skirt. It might have been better to turn and tease them. But that wasn’t what they’d asked for. So it wasn’t what they’d get.

“The bra goes too,” Chase says when I’ve laid the skirt overtop of the blouse. “But you can leave the rest on.”

The rest is nothing at all, but I don’t say that. I’m not about to argue when it’s clear they’re going to give me what I want… eventually.

I shiver when I place the scraps of lace on top of the rest of the pile. The way they managed to keep me warm…

The chill tightens my nipples, but it’s the low growl coming from one of them that makes them painfully hard.

“Turn around.” Johnny says, his voice tight, like he’s restraining himself. “Feet shoulder width apart.”

I know the next part even before Joshua says it. “Bend at the waist.”

My hair tumbles down around my face, but I don’t bat it away.

The cold washes over me here, too, and I clench so I don’t squirm. But when they don’t immediately tell me what’s next…

“Don’t move. Eyes forward.”

I close my eyes instead, there’s nothing to see but dark curls in front of me.

I barely hear the sound of the couch shifting over the rush in my ears and the rhythm of my heart.

But there’s no mistaking the feel of one of their hands against my skin. Palms smooth over me, moving my hips, adjusting me, spreading me.

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