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 it

of your floggers,

you will fly.” The feather-touch traces

Who needs wings?

cheek: velvety soft leather, flicking by. “Kneel

Bright Angel, sits with Beth, cradling her

cheek. “You’re sure, my Love, that this is enough for

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

course it is. You enjoy yourself.” He exchanges

I expected, in one hand my Master holds the 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

strokes one of the cuffs against my cheek. The fur-lined leather is cool on my skin, flexing against my flesh, supple and

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 warmth of

everything,” he murmurs. “Forget everything except how this feels: What you are going to feel.

“Cara…”

mother. Adam

the fingers, a little

better. Now, there are more here than just you and I.

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

am, Sir. It’s

though, winter barely over, his tan is all but gone. So close now, the warm musk of his body washes over me

a little, a hand resting either side of his hips, I press my lips to him, kissing the

his trousers. Moving slowly

I slide fingers around his length, Richard slips

free Richard’s shaft. Where he is already seeping, a dewy trail shines from the slit. Kissing away the dewdrop, I wrap 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

humid, but I enjoy the soft and yielding skin, the faint scratch

Richard hisses, abruptly releasing me, stretching

scraping of movement. Richard’s fingers are replaced by my Master’s, knotting into my hair, tight; controlling me, steering me back and forth. “You have

Above me, Richard huffs…

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

can’t look down into my face. Tall and straight he stands before me, his fingers tangling into my

permeates through his shirt to my naked skin, his heart 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

he pulls back, again locking

spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling at each end. Arm outheld, he invites me to take my

so, then without waiting for

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 you from

I both wish to be able to enjoy

tongue to a perforation

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

arms. He snaps one cuff to a carabiner, Richard the other, then together they turn me to face

kisses her forehead. “I’ll just be

the rhythmic movement as he winds the supporting chain higher, and with an

think,” says Richard. “I always feel that

clinks tighter and I’m tugged upward, my weight now only just on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist and thighs are pulled taut, my heavy breasts lifted by my upstretched

belong to Cara, don’t they. I’ll look forward to being able to enjoy full use

hip, outlining my silhouette with his

my thighs, he pauses. At my feet, my Master is cuffing my

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

Master repeats this to my right. “Tension her up, 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

hands

“I’m fine.”

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

to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

fingers over my lips, then returns to Beth. Looping an arm around her, he drops a hand to stroke her

will fuck you. And so will I.”

“we will all share

already heating,

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

is accelerating, obviously so as the flesh of my raised

wider, Charlotte. I gave you

my ankles with his shoes, his breath sighing over me as my pussy

it takes me to obey, the tresses of the flogger flash across my buttocks, a sting that jolts the plug and whips the air into my lungs, followed by another

as Richard instructs, Charlotte. You know what is expected of

move, I widen my

do, 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.”

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

lose what’s left of my balance and my weight drops onto my wrists before Richard

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

going to

Pussy pulses

having Elizabeth

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

behind 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 shelves. His

be more

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

this occasion, I brought my own

to Beth. Her eyes are wide, pupils huge and

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

were married.” 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

doesn’t hurt. It’s barely hard enough to feel it

my chains, I

agreed…” He casts across to his heavily breathing wife…

my thighs, enough to warm. “You like that, Charlotte? I thought

the pommel of the flogger. “I’m going to fuck you with this in

close to my loins,

inhales again, resting his 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

have Elizabeth present herself this way too...” He plucks at hair already wet with my own juices. Pussy throbs. “…Then

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

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 can clean me up

with the paddle loose 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

diving in and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into me with

And I yell…

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

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

stroke of the

And another…

hand and down between my thighs. The heat of his mouth over my

in my

stepped into my Master’s pleasure room, my climax

my core and taking the rest

I would fall…

mouth screaming, my brain

surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through

Red! For

still riding the tsunami, my body out of my control, still gripped by my volcanic orgasm. Blind and deaf, to anything outside my own skin, I quiver and shiver my way back to earth, drifting down

open my eyes. I’d

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

“We can declare

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

going to