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 think

of your floggers,

you will fly.” The feather-touch traces over

Who needs wings?

brushes by my cheek: velvety soft leather, flicking

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

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

still a bit sore. But it won’t be

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

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

leather is cool on my skin, flexing against my flesh, supple and smooth. My breath catches and

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

except how this feels: What you are going

“Cara…”

your mother. Adam

drop my head, leaning into his hand, kissing the

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 are his

chin up with paired fingers, he meets me with his blue-eyed gaze. “You’re happy with

course I am, Sir. It’s a

now, the warm musk of

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 his head drop back, mouth opening as, briefly,

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 he

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

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

tracing his outline, tasting him, swiping over the trickle of precum, then sucking away the viscous thread that clings to

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 into his groin, massaging the root of his

releasing me, stretching upright

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

Above me, Richard huffs…

me as he hauls me to my feet. “Let’s see if we can

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

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

my hair, he pulls back, again locking my face

follow his gaze across to where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner

without waiting for the instruction, offer up my

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 you from

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 already enjoying

steel tongue to a perforation in the leather, then more tightly to the next. “Comfortable?

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

cuff to a carabiner, Richard the other,

“I’ll just be

my peripheral vision picks up the rhythmic movement as he winds the supporting chain higher, and with an oiled squeak from the gears, my

always feel that a good sub

on my feet. The gears Clunk,

just now, these belong to Cara, don’t they. I’ll look forward to

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

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

to the right, Michael is looping chain through a wall hoop. This too, he passes to Richard who clips the cuff around my

Michael.” He draws the chain 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,

close, resting his hands either side

“I’m fine.”

and swelling. But the

want to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

my lips, then returns to Beth. Looping an

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

adds Richard, “we will all share

pussy, already heating,

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

of my

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

further apart, but I’m tottering. Richard nudges at my ankles with

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 gasping

You know

Shuffling to move,

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

“Coming right up.”

Beth for the half-minute it takes to grind the gears forward a notch, and irresistibly, inexorably,

and my weight drops onto my wrists before Richard snakes an arm around my waist to support me. “Perfect. Tell

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

not going to be fun

pulses hot juices

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

and dry. My pussy is hot and wet. And swollen. And aching… “Yes, Sir. I

strolls along his racks and shelves. His eyes dart to mine, then away again. “Perhaps something with more

be more within

Deliberately?

For sure…

palm with a Smack! then replaces it, before moving

this

Her eyes are wide, pupils huge and black. She dimples a smile at me as she passes something

another flogger: a lovely piece,

He swishes the falls over my breasts; a whispering movement that 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 use such a personal

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

my

since 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

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, smarting

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

and plants his palms to curve inside my thighs. His face close to my loins, he inhales. “You smell wonderful, Charlotte. Your Master was

forehead against 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

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

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

fingers. “I’m tempted, Charlotte, to have you lick me clean, but I think I’ll wait. You can clean

cheeks. “You too, Richard? You’re going to be busy, Charlotte.” Legs astride, arms folded, with the paddle loose in his hand, he’s putting on a casual front, but his stance is uneasy as he shifts

he tongues at my clit, already heated and swollen. He licks and laps and sucks and, flinging my head

and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into me with his tongue.

And I yell…

Master brought down the paddle hard and it hurt… the sting on

up and down inside me, his face presses

stroke of the

And another…

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

buzzing in

stepped into my Master’s pleasure room, my climax is

from my

I could, I would

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

bloom, euphoria billowing through me in a shuddering, shaking

Red! For God’s

volcanic orgasm. Blind and deaf, to anything outside

my eyes. I’d not

they should be taking notes. Michael, sitting by Beth, is laughing.

casts to my Master, “We can

cream, dark as chocolate and

going to fuck her now?” Mischief