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.”

you

your

The feather-touch traces

Who needs wings?

soft leather, flicking

them, Michael, my Bright Angel, sits with Beth, cradling her on

“You’re sure, my Love, that this

cousin chews at a lip. “The tears are still a bit

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

flogger, the tails swishing free. It’s not one I’ve seen before. The shaft is smooth, polished timber, the grain curling golden. 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 great

the cuffs against my cheek. The fur-lined leather is cool on my skin, flexing against my flesh, supple and smooth. My breath catches and Richard, looking down at

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

feels: What you are going to feel. You have nothing to worry about.

“Cara…”

is with your mother. Adam

kissing the

“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

Master steps away, letting Richard move closer. Pushing my chin up with paired fingers, he meets me with his blue-eyed gaze. “You’re happy with this,

I am, Sir. It’s a

close now, the warm musk of his body washes over

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

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

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

dewy trail shines from the slit. Kissing away the dewdrop, I wrap my lips over the head. As I suck, from

sucking away the viscous thread that clings to my lips.

skin, the faint scratch of coarser hairs on my skin, the hard kernels; shifting them in my palm as, with

hisses, abruptly releasing me, stretching upright to

Richard’s 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

Above me, Richard huffs…

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

me close, but 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

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

my hair, he pulls back, again locking my face

a carabiner dangling at each end. Arm

then without waiting for the instruction, offer up

place with 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 them to work

“Quite right. Richard and I both wish to be able to enjoy the

buckles the cuffs to me, drawing the steel tongue to a perforation in the leather,

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

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

“I’ll

somewhere off-side, but my peripheral vision picks up the rhythmic movement as he winds the supporting chain higher, and with an oiled squeak from the gears, my hands are raised, my

says Richard. “I always feel that a good sub appreciates a

tighter and I’m tugged upward, my weight now only just on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist

nipples. “You look good, Charlotte, but of course, just now, these belong to

the line of my waist and hip, outlining my silhouette with his hands. Brushing over my

At my feet, my Master is cuffing my left ankle. He passes

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

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

close, resting his hands either side of my

“I’m fine.”

warm inside; streaming and swelling.

to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

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

will fuck you. And so will I.” He steers my chin toward Michael, who grins. “Your

“we will all share

heating, shivers

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

accelerating, obviously so as the flesh of my raised breasts bounces

gave you some latitude,

but I’m tottering. Richard nudges at my

of the flogger flash across my buttocks, a sting that jolts the plug and whips the air into

You know what is expected of you

move, I widen

“That will do, Charlotte. Michael, raise her a little more, please. I’d like to

“Coming right up.”

the half-minute it takes to grind the gears forward a notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are drawn

tension, almost crucified. Muscles 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

my breathing is tight and I’m fighting for the words. In the second or so before I

down’s not going to

Pussy doesn’t care. Pussy pulses hot juices down

Charlotte? Answer the question. Do you enjoy having Elizabeth watch while I enjoy the use

hot and dry. My pussy is hot and wet.

Master’s voice. “What will you use, Richard?” Then again on the edge of my peripheral vision, movement, as he strolls along

be more within

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

this

he strolls across to Beth. Her eyes are wide, pupils huge and black. She dimples

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

caresses my skin and sets Pussy twitching out another gush of juices. “I think it is a fine measure of the depth of the friendship between you, that she should ask me to

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

in my chains, I

casts across to his heavily breathing

harder 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, smarting a

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

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

forehead against my belly. Kneeling back, he looks at me, his hands roaming, sliding down and around

Elizabeth present herself this way too...” He plucks at hair already wet with my own juices. Pussy throbs. “…Then again, I enjoy the

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

paired fingers between pussy lips already slick with my arousal. He withdraws, then sucks the fingers. “I’m tempted, Charlotte, to have you lick

the paddle loose in his

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

position, diving in and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into me with his tongue. And behind, air swishes

And I yell…

brought down the paddle hard and it hurt… the sting on my buttocks… the press

me, his wrist rhythmically up and down inside me, his

of the

And another…

over Richards's hand and down between my thighs. The heat of his mouth over my tortured-ecstatic

in my

into my Master’s pleasure room, my climax is

throbbing and pulsing, radiating out from my core and taking the

would fall… But I

mouth screaming, my brain full of nothing

merge and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through me in a

Red! For God’s sake,

out of my control, still gripped by my volcanic orgasm. Blind and deaf, to anything outside my own skin,

I’d not realised they were

are standing side-by-side, watching me as though they should be

casts to my Master, “We can

chocolate and

says Beth… “Which of you is going to fuck her now?”