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

of your floggers,

The feather-touch traces

Who needs wings?

by my cheek: velvety soft leather, flicking by.

with my Master. Beyond them, Michael, my Bright Angel, sits with

stoops to cup Beth’s cheek. “You’re sure, my Love,

are still a bit

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

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

flogger to Richard, then 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 me,

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

murmurs. “Forget everything except how this feels: What you are going to feel. You have nothing to worry about. All is

“Cara…”

your mother. Adam too. Now,

drop my head, leaning into his hand, kissing the fingers, a little awkwardly

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

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

am, Sir.

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

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

over his trousers. Moving slowly and deliberately, he unravels his belt, slips open the

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

the falls 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

that clings to my lips. Ringing his shaft at the base with thumb and forefinger, squeezing a little, he hardens, the head swelling in

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 into his groin, massaging the

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

Master’s, knotting into my hair, tight; controlling me, steering me back and forth. “You have to try harder than that, Charlotte. I

Above me, Richard huffs…

stoops, hooking hands under my arms, lifting; spinning me as he hauls me to my feet. “Let’s see if we

straight he stands before me, his fingers tangling into my hair again, screwing tight

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

pulls back, again locking my face with his.

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

I do so, then without waiting for the instruction, offer up

Charlotte, that the Saint Andrew’s cross might make a change. But James and Richard agreed that it’s easier for the two of

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

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

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

chin up and I raise my arms. He snaps one cuff to

“I’ll

the rhythmic movement as he winds the supporting chain higher,

says Richard. “I always feel

Clunk, locking into position.

my nipples. “You 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 them

outlining my silhouette with his hands. Brushing over my ass, he nudges at the plug, sending electricity tap-dancing

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

looping chain through a wall hoop. This too, he

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 that I’m

hands either side

“I’m fine.”

warm inside; streaming and swelling. But the plug is

want to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

brushes fingers over my lips,

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

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

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

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

that jolts the plug and

instructs, Charlotte. You know what

Master.” Shuffling to move, I widen my

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

“Coming right up.”

grind the gears forward a notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my

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

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

not going to be

Pussy doesn’t care. Pussy pulses hot juices

Elizabeth watch while I enjoy the

and dry. My pussy is hot and

peripheral vision, movement, as he strolls along his racks

be more within

Deliberately?

For sure…

crop, brings it down on his palm with a Smack! then replaces it, before moving along to pick out another item: a rubber

says Richard, “for this occasion, I

but eyes twinkling, he strolls across to Beth. Her eyes are wide, pupils huge and black. She dimples a smile at me as she passes

it and strolls back, offering it up to me for inspection. It’s another flogger: a lovely

twitching out another gush of juices. “I think it is a fine measure of

complete circuit, casually 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

my chains,

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

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

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, but…” He steps back… “… I think,

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

at me, his hands roaming, sliding down and around my thighs, then up and

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

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

He withdraws, then sucks the fingers. “I’m tempted, Charlotte, to have

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 his weight from one foot

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, I’ve lost

and Richard releases me. One 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

And I yell…

sting on my buttocks… the

at me, his wrist rhythmically up and down inside me, his face presses in, tonguing my

stroke of the

And another…

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

in

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

out from my core and taking the rest of me with

I would fall… But

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

euphoria billowing through me in a shuddering,

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 quiver and

I’d not realised

and my Master are standing side-by-side, watching me as though they should be taking notes. Michael, sitting by Beth, is laughing. Beth’s mouth

casts to my Master, “We

dark as chocolate and brimming with suppressed laughter, “Oh, I

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