Page 86 of Four Fiances & I

Jasmine nods before leaning into his hand.

“I’m fine, Daddy. I want you, all of you.”

We have all been on edge after she remembered her past, but as always, she has gone from strength to strength, proving once again how unbelievably strong she is.

Jasmine has asked that we try not to treat her differently, as it reminds her of why we are being cautious. Jasmine has always been in control of what we do, and even when she is in full subspace, one word and everything stops. This will be no different; if anything, we will check in with her more than usual, simply asking for her colour.

Maximus looks over her shoulder at me and nods, giving me the go-ahead. Stepping forward, I place the blindfold over her eyes and tie it behind the veil.

“I’m leaving this in place,” I whisper into her ear. “By the time we are finished with you, the only thing left on your body will be this scarf and veil.” This time, when I run my finger lightly over her smooth skin, I slide them towards the zipper at the side of her dress. “Shall we let your other Daddy know what's happening? I’m sure he would love to watch via the security cameras if he’s free.” A heavenly sigh leaves her as she nods. I kiss her cheek before looking at Sean and giving him the sign to call Christian. Pulling his phone from his pocket, it rings around the quiet room before Christian answers.

“I’m here. But I don’t know how long for.” The sound of his voice tells me he’s been watching since we came up here.

“You got the camera in Jazzy’s room up?” I ask.

“I do. But you will have to fill me in on the details I missed.”

“Shorty is convinced she can tell us all apart without seeing us. She’s so confident that she has agreed for us to blindfold her.” Maximus is smiling and seems more relaxed now that he has confirmed to himself that Jasmine is okay with all of this.

“And if she gets it wrong?” Christian asks.

“We edge her for three minutes,” Sean answers.

“I will not get anything wrong. I know each of you without having to think about it.” She looks up at the camera with a sexy smirk on her face. “Just like I know Daddy will be sitting somewhere, probably a couch, with the laptop on the coffee table in front of him, a glass of bourbon in his hand as he leans his elbows on his knees. His tie will be in his pocket, top shirt buttons undone, sleeves rolled up, and he's already hard.” She continues to smile at the camera as Christian clears his throat.

“Is she right?” I ask, smiling at my brothers.

“Yes.”

Jasmine looks very proud of herself as well as a little smug. Maybe she does know us better than we realised. That doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun trying to trick her.

I step back and walk over to my brothers. The three of us standing in front of our girl.

“Can you tell us what order we are standing in?” Sean asks as the three of us stand in a row.

“Daddy Jason, Daddy Max and Daddy Sean,” she answers, not even thinking about it.

“Correct,” I reply before the three of us move again. This time, I don’t even have time to ask the question.

“Daddy Max, Daddy Jason and Daddy Sean.”

“She’s tracking us,” Maximus whispers out the side of his mouth.

“Correct. But let’s make it a little harder.” I share a smile with my brothers before continuing. “Turn around and face the wall.” I might not be able to see her eyes, but I know she just rolled them at me. “Without the attitude, Jazzy,” I warn, hoping I get to discipline her a little. It always makes it more fun when she’s a brat. I think that’s why she and Maximus have so much fun together. I sometimes find myself getting jealous of the way she becomes a complete brat for him.

The three of us start moving positions, purposely swapping and changing a few extra times to ensure she wouldn’t have been able to track the sound of feet.

“What order are we in, Princess?” Sean asks, looking confident that she will get it wrong.

“Daddy Maximus, Daddy Sean and Daddy Jason.”

“Right again,” Christian laughs through the phone. It's time to make this a little harder, I think. I beckon my brothers closer so I can whisper to them.

“One of you go up and get her out of that dress. Don’t say a word and see who she thinks it is.” The two of them grin at me. The three of us share a look, and Sean slowly creeps up behind her. He slowly takes hold of the zip and starts sliding it down before helping the dress slowly slide from her body. Watching from behind, I’m mesmerised. Everything about this woman is exquisite.

“Daddy Sean,” she gasps as his lips brush the skin on her shoulder.

“Correct, Princess,” he smirks against her skin as he continues to kiss her skin while the dress falls to the floor.

---