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 it

your floggers,

you will fly.” The feather-touch traces over

Who needs wings?

my cheek: velvety soft leather, flicking by.

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

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

“The tears are still a bit sore. But it won’t

it is. You enjoy yourself.” He exchanges nods with

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

my cheek. The fur-lined leather is cool on my skin, flexing against

and chin. The buckle catches against my lip, a

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

“Cara…”

with your mother. Adam too. Now, relax. Calm

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

than just you and

with paired fingers,

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 and I inhale deeply; his scent; musky,

his erection presses through his pants. Leaning forward just a little, a hand resting either side of his hips, I press my lips to

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

skin, the wiry fuzz of hair, the velvet and steel of his waiting erection. As I slide fingers around

trailing 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 the exhalation of air, and the hands draw me

touch soft, 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

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

stretching upright to clasp fingers behind

the rustling and 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 to try harder than that, Charlotte. I think months of freedom while you were pregnant

Above me, Richard huffs…

spinning me as he hauls me

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 in, kissing me; an open-mouthed penetration of body and

body heat 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 neck, letting

my hair, he pulls back, again locking my face with his.

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

then without waiting for the instruction, offer up

make a change. But James and Richard agreed that it’s easier for the two

doesn’t touch my Master’s lips, nonetheless dances in his eyes. “Quite right. Richard and I both wish to

a perforation in the leather,

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

cuff to

“I’ll just be

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 arms ratcheted taut.

little more, I think,” says Richard. “I always feel that a good sub appreciates

on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist and thighs are pulled taut, my heavy breasts lifted

look good, Charlotte, but of course, just now, these belong to Cara, don’t they. I’ll look forward to being able to enjoy

his palms flat, tight over the line of my waist and hip, outlining my silhouette with his hands. Brushing over my ass, he nudges

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

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

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 movement. I can’t close my ankles, but I could widen them, except that

hands

“I’m fine.”

than fine. I’m warm inside; streaming and

to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

my lips, then returns to Beth. Looping an arm around

while, he will fuck you. And so will I.” He steers my chin toward

“we will

heating, shivers

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

the flesh of my raised breasts bounces and vibrates

I gave you some latitude, but I expect you to

my feet further apart, but I’m tottering. Richard nudges at my ankles with his shoes, his breath sighing over me as my pussy trickles.

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

know what is

Master.” Shuffling to move, I

“That will do, Charlotte. Michael, raise her a little more, please. I’d like to feel the tension in her muscles. Her

“Coming right up.”

notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are drawn up at the wrists, leaving

drops onto my wrists before Richard snakes an arm around my waist to support me.

position, my breathing is tight and I’m 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,

down’s not going to be fun

doesn’t care. Pussy pulses hot juices down

having Elizabeth watch while I enjoy the use of your

hot and dry. My pussy is hot

along his racks

be more within my

Deliberately?

For sure…

he picks out a crop, brings it down on his palm with a Smack! then replaces it, before moving along

Richard, “for this occasion, I brought my own

pupils huge and black. She dimples a smile at me as she passes

It’s another flogger: a lovely piece, the handle bound in plaited

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

me; a complete circuit, casually flicking at my skin. It doesn’t hurt. It’s barely hard enough to feel it

in my

to stand in for Elizabeth while she recovers from her pregnancy, I agreed…” He casts across to his

across my breasts, still lightly, but then again, as my breath catches, harder across my thighs, enough to warm. “You like that, Charlotte? I thought you would.” He

flogger. “I’m going to fuck you with this in a while, but…” He steps back… “… I think, a little for

into a pocket, drops to his knees and plants his palms to curve inside my thighs. His face close to my loins, he inhales.

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

my curls, musing. “Perhaps I should have Elizabeth present herself this way too...” He plucks at hair

around her shoulder, he gives Beth a squeeze… “Sometimes

sucks the fingers. “I’m tempted, Charlotte, to have you lick me

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 his weight from one foot

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 the power

me. One hand moves to centre-forward position, diving in and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into me with his tongue. And

And I yell…

sting on my buttocks… the press of the plug as the paddle jolts

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

of the

And another…

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

buzzing in

Already primed, ready before we stepped into my Master’s pleasure room, my climax

from my core and taking the rest of me

I could, I would fall…

screaming, my brain full

heat-pleasure-pain-sting-ecstasy all merge and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through me in a shuddering,

For

control, still gripped by my volcanic orgasm. Blind and deaf, to anything outside

I open my eyes. I’d not realised they were

side-by-side, watching me as though they should be taking

“We can declare that a success

voice thick as whipped cream, dark as chocolate and brimming

of you is going to