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 floggers,

you will fly.” The feather-touch traces over

Who needs wings?

my cheek: velvety soft leather, flicking by. “Kneel

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

Beth’s cheek. “You’re sure, my Love,

are still a bit sore. But it won’t be long now. Is…

“Of course it is. You enjoy yourself.” He exchanges nods with Michael, then returns to

timber, the grain curling golden. In the other hand, he holds cuffs. Perhaps he bought them as a

strokes one of 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

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

“Forget everything except how this feels: What you are

“Cara…”

your mother. Adam

my head, leaning into his hand, kissing the fingers, a little awkwardly around the cuff.

to kiss me, softly, brushing his lips over mine. “That’s better. Now, there are more here than just you and I. Beth

Richard move closer. Pushing my chin up with paired

course I am,

the warm musk of his body washes over me and I inhale deeply; his scent; musky, spicy, masculine; the faint ‘just

swell of his erection presses through his 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 eyes upward, I see

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 waist, slides down the zipper. Then

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

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 the hands

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 the base with thumb and forefinger, squeezing a little, he hardens, the head swelling in my mouth as I

hand, 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 my palm as, with the tips of my fingers, I press

stretching upright to clasp fingers behind

movement. 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

Above me, Richard huffs…

hooking hands under my arms, lifting; spinning me as he hauls me to my feet.

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

against me, his body heat permeates through his shirt to my naked skin, his heart pumps against my breasts.

again locking my

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

then without waiting

with Beth, Michael speaks up. “I did suggest, Charlotte, that the Saint Andrew’s cross might make a change. But James and

smile that doesn’t touch my Master’s lips, nonetheless dances in his eyes. “Quite right. Richard and I both wish to be able to enjoy the results of our

buckles the cuffs to me, drawing the steel tongue to a perforation in the leather, then more tightly to the next. “Comfortable? Not

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

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

forehead. “I’ll just

winds the supporting chain higher, and with an oiled squeak from the gears, my hands are raised, my arms ratcheted taut.

think,” says Richard. “I always

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

look 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

my waist and hip, outlining my silhouette with his hands. Brushing over my ass, he nudges at the plug, sending

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

hoop. This too, he passes to Richard who clips

ankles are eased apart, my thighs opened, my sex exposed. They leave me a little movement.

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

“I’m fine.”

fine. I’m warm inside; streaming and swelling. But the plug is driving me

to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

Still holding my face, he kisses me softly, brushes fingers over my lips, then returns to Beth. Looping an arm around her, he drops a hand to stroke her

Master whispers, “Richard wants to taste you now. In a while, he will fuck you. And so will I.” He steers my chin

adds Richard, “we will

already heating, shivers and

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

is accelerating, obviously so as the flesh of my

very close. “Ankles wider, Charlotte. I gave you some latitude,

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

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

You know what

Master.” Shuffling to move, I widen

Charlotte. Michael, raise her a little more, please. I’d like to feel the tension in her muscles. Her weight on her

“Coming right up.”

it takes to grind the gears forward a notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are drawn up at the wrists, leaving me

quivering with 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 support me. “Perfect. Tell me, Charlotte, do you

the second or so before I reply, leather tongues swipe behind my thighs again, biting in. Only a single

going to be

doesn’t care. Pussy pulses hot

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

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

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

more within

Deliberately?

For sure…

a Smack! then

says Richard, “for this occasion, I brought my

Her eyes are wide, pupils huge and

up to me for inspection. It’s another flogger:

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

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

in my

pregnancy, I agreed…” He casts across to his heavily breathing wife… “… I believe Elizabeth is looking

catches, 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,

chin up with the pommel of the flogger. “I’m going to fuck you

close to my loins, he inhales. “You smell wonderful, Charlotte. Your Master was right.

his hands roaming, sliding down and around my thighs,

plucks at hair already wet

I enjoy the variety too.” One arm slung around her shoulder, he gives Beth a squeeze… “Sometimes

further, slipping paired fingers between pussy 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

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

grasping my buttocks, pushing the plug hard 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,

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

And I yell…

the sting on my buttocks… the press of the

Richard pumps at me, his wrist rhythmically up and down inside me,

of

And another…

my juices streaming hot down over Richards's hand and down between my thighs. The heat of his mouth over my tortured-ecstatic clit…

buzzing in

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

from my core and

would fall…

mouth screaming, my brain full of nothing but one

and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through me in a shuddering, shaking rhapsodic

Red! For

my body out of my control, still gripped by my volcanic orgasm. Blind and deaf,

my eyes. I’d not realised they were

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

Master, “We

as chocolate and brimming

of you is going to fuck her now?” Mischief skitters over