Hot Revenge Box Set 4

Charlotte

My Master was right. Michael makes a lot of sense. As we make our way along the hall to the basement door, I’m growing warm inside, and Pussy is purring.

Michael accompanies Beth, helping her along. My Master and Richard march, side by side.

Descending the steps to the basement, I help the waddling Beth, Michael supporting her from the other side. In the passage below, Beth lays her hand on my arm. “Charlotte, I wanted to ask…”

… Her voice is low and she casts furtive glances toward Richard. “Because I’m… well… so huge…” She passes a hand over her vast belly… “I can barely move. Richard and I… we haven’t… um…”

… Richard stands by the door to my Master’s playroom, holding it wide for us, mouth twitching as his wife speaks…

“… I wanted to ask, could you… er… look after Richard for me, until I’m a bit more able to do it myself.”

“Course I can…” All male eyes are turned on me and Beth. “… That would be alright wouldn’t it, Master?”

He moves to stand over me, then stoops and kisses my mouth. “If Beth hadn’t asked first, I would have suggested it myself.” Then he kisses Beth on the forehead, brushes fingers over her cheeks. “Of course it’s alright, Beth.”

Richard joins him, bending to brush lips over my brow. “Thank you, Charlotte.”

*****

The fire is roaring, flames blazing up the chimney as Michael piles on more logs, but it’s clearly been burning for some hours. The bed of ash is deep, glowing gold and radiating hot, banishing any ’cellar-feel’ in the air. And a settee sits by the hearth that’s not been there before.

Michael steers Beth to the couch, one hand in the small of her back, the other cupping her elbow. He pulls a blanket around her shoulders. “Sit yourself down. Get comfortable.” Then he lays another blanket over her lap.

But now, as I watch Michael move around the room with a taper, lighting candles, I warm inside.

the pair

moving a little with him. Beth

turn to face Richard. Remove your clothes. Let him see

closer. Standing before him,

breasts, then hooking the finger between the buttons of my blouse.

this. And I’m wearing the corset my

first time in months that we’ve

Richard… Michael… My Master…

and my Golden

The three of them…

won’t be able

might be

…

Who cares?

but Beth helped, tightening the laces as far as was sensible. So once more, I have

After this…

… exercise…

and back to my

now, I unbutton my blouse, slowly, one button at a time, letting Richard’s gaze

It is plain, demure. But a pair of buttons hold it in place, no more, and I turn side-on, offering them to Richard. As he slips open first one, then the other, the silky material drops to

in a deeper jade. Cinched in at the waist, splaying at my hips, the boning sculpts my

rather than suspenders or garters so that, depending on the choices of my Masters, they could remove the