Hot Revenge Box Set 4

James

She looks stunning. I know Charlotte’s been worrying about her size. Today’s little episode has only been the most recent example of that worry. And it’s not escaped my notice that she’s been putting in plenty of exercise.

Still, her choice of the green silk bodice, emphasising her rapidly normalising figure, is inspired…

Wonder when she bought it?

With the other outfit maybe…

Does she really believe that I find her unattractive?

Or that Michael does?

Time for some re-education…

Richard delves into a pocket. “I have something for you, Charlotte.”

She blinks. “Sir?”

“A gift. Actually, a gift from Elizabeth too.” He glances towards his vastly pregnant wife. “She asked that I get it for you. She would like to see you wearing it.” He produces a small bag, green velvet, with a draw-string fastening, something small but bulky inside.

“Here…” He offers it to her. Her hand half-held out, she looks to me, as though unsure whether she should take it.

“Charlotte…” I eye-point her to Richard’s offering. “Manners, Charlotte.”

She licks her lips, then swallows, before taking the bag. Beth leans forward, watching as she unravels the silk ties and tipping the contents into her hand.

It’s a lovely piece. Richard must have paid a fair amount for it. The tapered tip of the plug gleams chrome, I assume stainless steel. The head is inset with a green crystal, catching the light of the candles, splintering it.

Richard smiles slightly. “I thought the colour would suit you. One should choose jewellery according to the wearer wouldn’t you say…?” He loosens his tie then, undoing the top two buttons of his shirt, slides it out. “… And I think you know where it’s going?”

He takes a step or two towards Beth, offering out his wrists. As she slips open his cufflinks and sets them to one side, her eyes are narrow green rims circling great black pupils

Rolling up his shirtsleeves, Richard returns to Charlotte. She’s breathing heavily as he plucks the plug from her fingers. More heavily as I lay my hand between her shoulders, pushing her towards the spanking horse.

“Bend forward, Charlotte. Legs wide.” Beth shifts her position again for a better viewing angle and my shaft nudges for attention.

Beth’s taste for voyeurism provides an interesting slant on the evening. When Richard first ‘gave’ Michael to her as a birthday present, we learned quickly that she has a taste for watching. I think she only discovered it for herself at that point. Now, in her advanced pregnancy, it’s about her only option.

And yet, I’m finding that, much as I enjoy watching Charlotte, and what Richard is about to do to her, I enjoy just as much Beth’s vicarious pleasure as she watches her husband preparing to fuck my wife.

Not just enjoying it…

She put him up to it…

Charlotte’s skin is sheening as she obeys, a fine layer of perspiration. She’s pinking up too; a rose blush that begins with her cleavage then spreads over her breasts, rising to her neck almost as we watch.

Obediently, she moves to the spanking horse, leaning forward to lie with her cheek pressed against the padded top, spreading her arms out wide.

Richard moves into her line of sight. “I think you can spread your feet wider than that, Charlotte.” As she shuffles her ankles further apart, he tips a little oil into a palm, smoothing it over the surface of the plug. Then moving behind her, he presses one palm down over her neck, not hard, but pinning her.

With the other, reaching down, pressing in, his wrist twists, first one way, then the other. Charlotte’s lips part and she inhales, shuddering as he eases the plug home.

He takes a step or two backwards, head inclining as he admires the result. “Yes, it does suit you. I thought it would: silver and emerald against that lovely pale skin. And it matches your choice of clothes very well.” He turns to his wife. “You like it, Elizabeth?”

Beth nods slowly, her lips open, her breathing a heavy in-out-in-out…

Richard regards his wife for a moment, then strides across, stoops to palm her cheek, and open-mouthed, kisses her. Then pulling away, still cupping her face, he holds her eyes for a long moment, before turning back to Charlotte. “And what do you think, James?”

Charlotte’s bejewelled derriere is an engaging sight; the green gem centred between the pale cheeks of her heart-shaped ass. The glint of emerald matches the gem colours of the corset she has chosen. Her pussy is swelling, pinking up and a glistening trickle seeps from her slit.

I slide a fingertip through the plumping folds, swiping a little honey onto my skin. Sucking oysters and lemon from my finger, “I think the skin should be pinker.”

Richard strokes paired fingers over her lips, winds a small circle around her clit, then briefly pushes inside her before also sucking his fingers clean. “I agree.” He casts across to Beth. “What do you say, my Love? Do we just use hands on your cousin? Or more?”

Beth’s voice is rushy. “Start with your hands. Then more.”

Richard meets my eye. “That work for you, James? Michael?”

Michael stands from his position by Beth, strolling over with his hands in his pockets. Looking down on the quivering Charlotte, “I’d say my wife is ready for anything you two want to hand out.”

“You want to help?”

decide how I’ll

but her perfume blooms, rising pungent and heady. She appreciates a little drama does my

down on her ass again, this time with a harder slap that brings a yell

her neck in the crook of my thumb and fingers. “Did anyone ask you

“No, Master.”

like

chorus when she starts singing.” And with that, his palm comes down on her once. Then again, the

but I keep my hold on her neck and from

I can see her ass

should use up those

scarlet now. The glisten of juices at her slit is growing, a trickle that lengthens, flowing down

her. “Give her more than that,” I say.

down to continue. With a Slap! that echoes around the stone walls,

red, the

my hand,

heaves. Her

both to me and to your mother. I understand the reasons, but I won’t tolerate it. Before we go any further this evening, you and I are going to settle that matter.” Her eyes roll sidelong to mine. “Richard, would you

slightly.

I take my riding crop, displaying it to Charlotte. “Two strokes. One for

blinks hard. Doesn’t speak. Gives a small

this at the start, gotten it over with, but her flesh already warmed, ready to take more, she’ll be better able to handle

it’s going to

and well clear of the glinting gem. Making a practice arc through the

A good, clean stroke…

and he locks his grip on Charlotte’s neck and hands. In a single smooth curve, I bring down the crop. It hisses

flow, I draw back the crop again to make my second stroke… “And this one is for your mother…” … and I slash it down to bite into the

time; simply gasps,

lean over her, kiss her cheek… “And

tear trailing from one eye. “Yes, Master…

“Yes?”

was rude to

say, it’s done. And now, I think Richard

his grip on her, stroking her

trembling. “I’m okay. I’m okay.

going to need salve at the end of the evening and a cushion for the next

not so much more than Charlotte normally takes when Richard and I lay into her together, but I needed to be

strokes… and make them

moves around her, surveys the damage, mouth puckered at first. Then the

because

thigh. And while the welts are red, her pussy is redder, a brilliant crimson, engorged and

the weals, very gently now, a caress, a mere kiss of pain I know my demon-eyed, flame-haired sub

Her eyes are glazing…

Is she flying?

I think so…

on stone: Michael rising, striding over. He looks in close, staring into Charlotte’s face,

a smile. Not quite an indrawing of breath. It

long seconds, then, with a sharp nod

he draws his tongue in a slow extended stroke, the length of her vulva. Charlotte exhales a sound: a slow, drawn-out whimper, her face blushing

upwards, he

his mouth, his gaze shifting to Beth.

glow over her face easily matching Charlotte’s. Lips

the chair. “What would you like, Beth? Who’s going to fuck Charlotte

eyes pass to Richard. “You. Take out the

pulls himself upright. “You know what your cousin wants, Charlotte. Open up. As wide

quickly, grabbing her arms, levering them over her head, forcing her down flat against the padded surface of the horse. “Do as you’re told, Madam. Beth

Does she hear me?

I’m not sure.

enormous: huge and black.

it’s all from

them wider. “Very pretty, Charlotte,”

pushes close, his groin against her butt. It has to be increasing the pressure on the plug. And it’s

hear what Elizabeth said? She would