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

of your floggers,

fly.” The feather-touch traces

Who needs wings?

by my cheek: velvety soft leather, flicking

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

“You’re sure, my Love,

lip. “The tears are still a bit sore. But it won’t be long now.

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

In the other hand, he holds cuffs. Perhaps he bought them as a set. The leather of both falls and cuffs, scented of honey and bees, is velvet-dark as the pelt of some

against my cheek. The fur-lined leather is cool on my skin,

my forehead, then my cheek and chin. The buckle catches against my lip, a touch of chill against

how this feels: What you are going to feel. You have nothing to

“Cara…”

your mother. Adam

kissing the fingers, a little awkwardly

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 are servicing him appropriately. You

paired fingers, he meets me with his

course I am, Sir.

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;

pants. Leaning forward just a little, a hand resting either side of his hips, I press my lips to him, kissing the bulge. Rolling my

caressing my face and, lips wide, I mouth at him over his trousers. Moving slowly and

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 my hair. He’s not quite pulling me in, but he holds

me, trailing the falls of the flogger over my shoulders as I free Richard’s shaft. Where he is already seeping, a dewy trail shines from

I probe with my tongue 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

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 my palm as, with the tips of my fingers,

Richard hisses, abruptly releasing me, stretching upright to clasp

me, steering me back and forth. “You have to try harder than that, Charlotte. I think months of

Above me, Richard huffs…

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

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 open-mouthed penetration of body and

to my naked skin, his heart pumps against my breasts. The hardness at his groin too, presses at my

again locking my

to where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling at each end. Arm outheld,

then without waiting for the instruction, offer up

Beth, Michael speaks up. “I did suggest, Charlotte, that the Saint Andrew’s cross might make a change. But James and Richard agreed that it’s easier for the two of

and I both wish to be able to enjoy the results of our efforts.”

drawing the steel tongue to a perforation in

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

one cuff to a carabiner, Richard the

kisses her forehead. “I’ll just

as he winds the supporting chain higher, and with an oiled squeak from the gears, my hands are raised,

“I always feel

I’m tugged upward, my weight now only just on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into

course, just now, these belong to Cara,

tight over the line of my waist and hip, outlining my silhouette

to my thighs, he pauses. At my feet, my Master is cuffing my left ankle. He

Michael is looping chain through a wall hoop. This too, he passes to

my right; Michael the one to my left, and my ankles are eased apart, my thighs opened, my sex exposed. They leave me a little movement. I can’t close my ankles, but I could widen them, except

close, resting his hands either side of my face, “Alright,

“I’m fine.”

and swelling. But the plug is driving

to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

you are.” Still holding my face, he kisses me softly, brushes fingers over my lips, then returns to Beth. Looping an

a while, he will fuck you. And so will I.” He

adds Richard, “we will all

pussy, already heating, shivers

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

as the flesh of

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

I’m tottering. Richard nudges at my ankles with his shoes, his breath

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

Charlotte. You know what is

move, I widen

more, please. I’d like to feel the tension in her muscles. Her weight on her feet but

“Coming right up.”

and irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are drawn up at the

drops onto my wrists before Richard snakes an arm around my waist to support me. “Perfect. Tell me, Charlotte, do you enjoy

I’m fighting for the words. In the second or so before I reply, leather tongues

not going

Pussy pulses hot juices down my

question. Do you enjoy having Elizabeth watch while I enjoy the use of your

My pussy is hot and wet. And swollen.

he strolls along his racks and shelves. His eyes dart to mine, then

to be more within

Deliberately?

For sure…

a crop, brings it down on his palm with a Smack! then

“for this occasion,

twinkling, he strolls across to Beth. Her eyes are wide, pupils

back, offering it up to me for inspection. It’s another flogger: a lovely piece, the handle bound in plaited red and

my skin and sets Pussy twitching out another gush of juices. “I think it is a fine measure

It doesn’t hurt. It’s barely hard enough to feel it at all. But my senses are heightening, my skin

in my chains, I

you have volunteered to stand in for Elizabeth while she recovers from her pregnancy, I agreed…” He casts across to his heavily breathing wife… “… I believe Elizabeth is looking forward to watching

a twist of the wrist, he lashes across my breasts, still lightly, but then again, as my breath catches, harder across my thighs, enough to

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

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…” …

my belly. Kneeling back, he looks at me, his hands roaming, sliding down and around my thighs, then up and over my hips and waist and

herself this way too...” He plucks at hair already wet with my own juices. Pussy throbs. “…Then again, I enjoy the variety. What do you think,

her shoulder, he gives Beth a squeeze… “Sometimes smooth. Sometimes not.”

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

astride, arms folded, with the paddle loose in his hand, he’s putting

in and pulling me in tight. 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 tensioned body can only tremble and shudder. And somehow, I’ve lost the power

hand moves to centre-forward position, diving in and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into

And I yell…

sting on my buttocks… the press of the plug as the

pumps at me, his wrist rhythmically up and down inside me, his face presses

of

And another…

into meltdown, my juices streaming hot down over Richards's hand and down between my

buzzing in

before we stepped into my Master’s pleasure room, my climax is coming. And

rises, throbbing and pulsing, radiating out from my core and taking the rest of me

I would

my brain full of nothing

and bloom, euphoria billowing through me in

For

Richard pulls away. But I’m still riding the tsunami, my body out of my control, still gripped by my volcanic orgasm. Blind and

I’d not realised they

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

to my Master, “We can declare that a

voice thick as whipped cream, dark as chocolate and brimming with suppressed

you is going to