Hot Revenge Box Set 4

“How are you, Charlotte?”

“I’m alright, Master. It’s just. I…” She ducks her head and falls silent.

Close to, her perfume is strong.

“Very well. I’ve asked your mother to look after Cara and Adam this evening. You may return to your work for now. I believe you’re working on some catch-up for your university course?”

She nods, swallows and almost waddles back into her study.

“What was that all about?” Michael follows her with his eyes, brow creasing. “She’s walking a little oddly, don’t you think?”

“There’s a reason for that.”

“Oh?”

“She’s wearing Richard’s gift…” Michael’s smile dawns then broadens… “It will be removed for her later.” I cock a brow to him. “I assume you have no objection to an evening’s entertainment downstairs?”

He grins, rubbing his hands together. “Bring it on. Beth and Richard too?”

“Oh, yes. And so that you know, Charlotte has an instruction that she is not to remove the plug or to… relieve… herself during the day. I told her I would be monitoring to see it was still in place.”

“Did you mention me?”

“No, I didn’t. So she won’t expect you to check, will she?”

He gives me a winner-of-the-toffee-apple smile and strolls after her.

I call after him. “Don’t do anything dramatic. We want her on the boil this evening.”

He keeps walking, but raises a hand, calling back over his shoulder. ”Ahead of you…”

*****

We make our way downstairs, Charlotte leading the way. Beth is on Michael’s arm behind her. Richard and I bring up the rear.

“Mitch okay?” murmurs Richard, his lips not moving.

“She’s fine. I left her with the babies, surrounded by sketches of wedding dresses. Apparently, nothing’s been good enough so far.”

“I’d have thought Kirstie had the ideal figure for a designer to hang a dress on?”

“Me too, but so long as she’s working, she’s happy.”

He nods to Charlotte, walking as though she’s on hinges. “How’s she doing?”

“Judging by what Michael told me an hour back, she’s suffering from foreshocks and prone to a Richter seven or eight event at the slightest provocation.”

“I trust he didn’t provide the provocation?”

“Not at all. He enjoys edging as much as anyone. He felt up her skirt to check the plug was in place and left her panting.”

“And he still believes he’s not a Dom?”

“That’s what he seems to think.”

*****

She crouches before me: head bowed, her palms flat to the floor: naked, submissive, quivering. Richard stands off to one side for the moment. Michael takes his accustomed place by Beth.

Although I permitted Charlotte to bathe before we came down, I did not allow her to remove the plug. The green gem glints bronze in the candlelight.

Despite the bath, she’s slick with her own juices: a gleaming trickle down thighs and knees and calves. Her vulva is brilliant red, swollen and shiny.

I chose a flogger for the evening, my usual toy of choice, but made a point of selecting one with unusually long, fine tresses. In the softest of suede, they ripple more like silk than leather.

The leather-bound handle cradled in my palm, I allow the tips of the tresses to brush over Charlotte’s distended labia. She shudders and groans. “Oh, God…”

“You were not invited to speak, Charlotte. You are here to obey.”

*****

Charlotte

My Master behind me, he rested his cheek against mine, laid his hands on my shoulders. “Knees,” he whispered.

It sounded like a command. Nonetheless, he held my arm, balancing me as I dropped, first to my knees, then all the way, to crouch at his feet, and Richard’s too; face downward, my hands outstretched, palms to the floor.

It’s not cold or painful. Protecting me from the hard stone flags of the basement, the matting indents slightly at knee and toe and elbow. I crouch at my Master’s feet, submissive as he wishes…

Something kisses my aching sex, and I shudder.

I gave myself to him long ago.

And he gave Michael to me. And now Richard too.

It’s a heady mix.

From above me; a silken rustle; my hair is brushed to one side. But I am not invited to move. No assisting hand raises me to my feet.

I wait…

The rustle of fabric and the creak of his shoes as my Master shifts on his feet…

The scent of new leather and the tang of polish…

The fragrance of clean fabric. A hint of spice; some soap or body-wash perhaps…

My Master’s murmured voice. “Good girl. Wait there.”

The clip of leather on stone, first close to me, then receding, then returning once more…

…

…

The intensifying cadence of my breathing…

The strengthening beat of my heart…

… and the growing clamour of the pulse inside my head…

The liquid heat at my core…

The filled-ness at my rear where the plug has teased me for hours with its promises of what is to come…

….

…

The brush of soft leather over me…

… A delicate caress, kissing my spine…

The shiver that runs over my skin…

… A frisson that shivers through the length of me, catching the sound in my throat….

“You feel that, Charlotte?”

“Yes, Master.”

do you think it

your floggers,

The feather-touch

Who needs wings?

velvety soft leather, flicking by. “Kneel up,

my Master. Beyond them, Michael, my Bright Angel, sits with Beth, cradling her on his lap.

Beth’s cheek. “You’re sure, my Love, that this is enough

“The tears are still a bit sore.

presses his lips to hers. “Of course it is. You enjoy yourself.” He exchanges nods

before. The shaft is smooth, polished timber, the grain curling golden. In the other hand, he holds cuffs. Perhaps he bought them as

of the cuffs against my cheek. The fur-lined leather is cool on my skin, flexing

Master, lips curving, turns the strap over, stroking the fur over my forehead, then my cheek and chin. The buckle catches against my lip, a

he murmurs. “Forget everything except how this feels: What you are going to feel. You have nothing to

“Cara…”

mother. Adam too.

head, leaning into his hand, kissing the

softly, brushing his lips over mine. “That’s better. Now, there are more here than just you and I. Beth loves her husband and would like to see that you

my chin up with paired fingers,

am, Sir. It’s a

smiles, his teeth very white even though, winter barely over, his tan is all but gone. So close now, the warm musk of his body washes over me and I inhale deeply; his scent; musky, spicy, masculine; the faint

of his hips, I press my lips to him, kissing the bulge. Rolling my eyes upward, I see his head drop back, mouth opening as, briefly, he raises

drops a palm to my cheek, caressing my face and, lips wide, I mouth at him over his trousers. Moving slowly and deliberately, he unravels his belt, slips open the button at his

to warm skin, the wiry fuzz of hair, the velvet and steel of his waiting erection. As I slide fingers around his length, Richard slips hands around the back of my head and into

of the flogger over my shoulders as I free Richard’s shaft. Where he is already seeping, a dewy trail shines from the slit. Kissing away the dewdrop, I wrap my lips over the head. As I suck, from above comes the exhalation of air, and

into the ridge of the crown, tracing his outline, tasting him, swiping over the trickle of precum, then sucking away the viscous thread that clings to my lips. Ringing his shaft at the base with thumb and forefinger, squeezing a little, he hardens, the head swelling in my mouth as I

with the other, reaching inside once more, I cup him. Between his thighs, it’s warm, almost humid, but I enjoy the soft and yielding skin, the faint scratch of coarser hairs on my skin, the hard kernels; shifting them in

Richard hisses, abruptly releasing me, stretching upright to clasp fingers behind

fingers are replaced by my Master’s, knotting into my hair, tight; controlling me, steering me back and forth. “You have to try harder than that, Charlotte. I think months of freedom while you were pregnant have taken the edge off your performance.

Above me, Richard huffs…

stoops, hooking hands under my arms, lifting; spinning me as

not so close that he can’t look down into my face. Tall and straight he stands before me, his fingers tangling into my hair again, screwing tight enough to tug at my scalp. Then leaning in, he reels me in, kissing me; an

my breasts. The hardness at his groin too, presses at my loins as I accept him, returning the kiss, linking

my hair, he pulls back, again locking my face with his. “A

I follow his gaze across to where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling at each end. Arm outheld, he invites

waiting for

Saint Andrew’s cross might make a change. But James and Richard agreed that it’s easier

his eyes. “Quite right. Richard and I both wish to be able to enjoy the results of our efforts.” But his pants are straining. I think he’s

the steel tongue to a perforation in the leather, then more

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

up and I raise my arms. He snaps one cuff to a carabiner, Richard the other, then together

kisses her forehead. “I’ll just be

movement as he winds the supporting chain higher, and with an oiled squeak from the gears,

little more, I think,” says Richard. “I always feel that a good

just on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist and thighs are pulled

good, Charlotte, but of course, just now, these belong to Cara, don’t they. I’ll look forward to being able to enjoy full use of them

and hip, outlining my silhouette

is cuffing my

This too, he passes to Richard who clips

my ankles are eased apart, my thighs opened, my sex exposed. They leave me a little movement. I can’t close my ankles,

his hands either side of

“I’m fine.”

warm inside; streaming and

want to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

holding my face, he kisses me softly, brushes fingers over my lips, then returns to Beth. Looping an arm around

to taste you now. In a while, he will fuck you. And so will I.” He steers my chin toward Michael, who grins. “Your Golden Lover

Richard, “we

already heating, shivers

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

obviously so as the flesh of my raised breasts bounces and vibrates to

wider, Charlotte. I gave you some latitude, but I

I move my feet further apart, but I’m tottering. Richard nudges at my ankles with his shoes, his breath sighing over me as my

the tresses of the flogger flash across my buttocks, a sting that jolts the plug and whips the air into my lungs, followed by another

as Richard instructs, Charlotte. You know what is

Master.” Shuffling to move, I widen

her a little more, please. I’d like to feel the

“Coming right up.”

irresistibly, inexorably,

straining, I lose what’s left of my balance and my weight drops onto my wrists before Richard snakes an arm around my waist to

In the second or so before I reply, leather tongues swipe behind my thighs again, biting in. Only a single stroke this time, but the stripes glow

not going to

Pussy pulses hot juices

having Elizabeth watch

dry. My pussy is hot and wet. And swollen. And

strolls along his racks and shelves. His eyes dart to mine, then away again. “Perhaps something with more bite?” He speaks as though

more within

Deliberately?

For sure…

palm with a Smack!

“for this occasion, I

are wide, pupils huge and black. She dimples a smile at me

me for inspection. It’s another flogger: a lovely piece, the handle bound in plaited red and black

He swishes the falls over my breasts; a whispering movement that caresses my skin and sets Pussy twitching out

circuit, casually flicking at my skin. It doesn’t hurt. It’s barely hard enough to feel

in my

in for Elizabeth while she recovers from her pregnancy, I agreed…” He casts across to his heavily breathing wife… “… I

across my thighs, enough to warm. “You like that, Charlotte? I thought you would.” He repeats it, on the other side, again, a touch more force,

around my waist, pushes my chin up with the pommel of the flogger. “I’m going to fuck you with this in a

into a pocket, drops to his knees and plants his palms to curve inside my thighs. His face close to my loins, he inhales. “You smell wonderful, Charlotte. Your Master was right. We’re both…” … He glances around the room… “… We’re all going to

me, his hands roaming, sliding down and

curls, musing. “Perhaps I should have Elizabeth present herself this way too...” He plucks at hair

gives Beth a squeeze… “Sometimes smooth. Sometimes not.” The other arm, lower down, inside her robe,

lips already slick with my arousal. He withdraws, then sucks the fingers. “I’m tempted, Charlotte, to have you lick me clean, but I think I’ll wait. You

You’re going to be busy, Charlotte.” Legs astride, arms folded, with the paddle loose in his hand, he’s putting on a

Pressing into the vee of my thighs, he tongues at my clit, already heated and swollen. He licks and laps and sucks and, flinging my head back, I groan. I want to buck and twist, but my

hand moves to centre-forward position, diving in and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into me with his tongue. And behind, air swishes then something slaps across my

And I yell…

hard and it hurt… the sting on my buttocks… the press of the plug

me, his wrist rhythmically up and down inside

stroke of the

And another…

and down between my

buzzing in my

ready before we stepped into my Master’s pleasure room, my climax is

out from my core and taking the

I could, I would fall… But

from my wrists, my body twitching, my mouth screaming, my brain full of nothing but one

merge and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through me

Red! For

Blind and deaf,

eyes. I’d not

are standing side-by-side, watching me as though they should be taking notes. Michael, sitting by

Master, “We can declare that a

his voice thick as whipped cream, dark as chocolate and brimming with suppressed laughter, “Oh, I think

Beth… “Which of you is going to fuck her now?” Mischief skitters over