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

of your floggers,

The feather-touch traces over my spine

Who needs wings?

cheek: velvety soft leather, flicking by.

them, Michael, my Bright Angel, sits with Beth, cradling her

cheek. “You’re sure, my Love,

still a bit sore. But it won’t be long

enjoy yourself.” He exchanges nods with Michael, then returns to

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

the 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,

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

this feels: What you are going to

“Cara…”

Adam too. Now, relax. Calm

the fingers, a little awkwardly around the cuff. “Yes,

than just you and I. Beth loves her husband and would like to see that you are servicing him appropriately. You are

chin up with paired fingers, he meets

course I am, Sir. It’s

even 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, spicy, masculine;

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,

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

warm skin, the wiry fuzz of hair, the velvet and steel of his waiting erection. As I slide fingers around his length, Richard slips hands around the back of my

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 in

then sucking away the viscous thread that clings to my lips. Ringing his shaft at the base with thumb and

warm, almost humid, but I enjoy the soft and yielding skin, the faint scratch of coarser hairs on my skin, the hard

abruptly releasing me, stretching upright to clasp fingers

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 have taken the edge

Above me, Richard huffs…

me as he hauls

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

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

pulls back, again locking my face with his.

spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling at

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

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

Master’s lips, nonetheless dances in 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

the cuffs to me, drawing the steel tongue to a perforation in the

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

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

her forehead. “I’ll

peripheral vision picks up the rhythmic movement as he winds the supporting chain higher, and

Richard. “I always feel that a good sub appreciates a little

my weight now only just on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist and thighs are pulled

to Cara, don’t they. I’ll look

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

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

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

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.

resting his hands either side

“I’m fine.”

fine. I’m warm inside; streaming and swelling. But the

to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

softly, brushes fingers over my lips, then returns to Beth.

now. In a while, he will fuck you. And so will I.” He steers my

Richard, “we will all

already heating,

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

is accelerating, obviously so as the flesh of my raised breasts bounces and

I gave you some latitude,

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

sting that jolts the plug and whips the air into my lungs, followed by another stroke that sets it gasping

as Richard instructs, Charlotte. You know what is expected

Shuffling to move, I widen my

her a little more, please. I’d like

“Coming right up.”

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

weight drops onto my wrists before Richard snakes an arm around my waist to support me. “Perfect. Tell me, Charlotte, do you enjoy having my wife watch

my strained position, my breathing is tight and I’m fighting for the words. In the second or so before I reply,

going to

doesn’t care. Pussy pulses

question. Do you enjoy having Elizabeth

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

“What will you use, Richard?” Then again on the edge of my peripheral vision, movement, as he strolls along his racks and shelves. His eyes dart to mine, then away again. “Perhaps something with more bite?” He

be more within

Deliberately?

For sure…

brings it down on his palm with a Smack!

Richard, “for this occasion, I brought my

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

for inspection. It’s another flogger: a

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

It’s barely hard enough to feel it

in my chains, I

agreed…” He casts across to his heavily breathing wife… “… I believe Elizabeth is looking forward to watching your response when I use her gift on

then again, as my breath 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,

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 my own

my loins, he inhales.

forehead against my belly. Kneeling back, he looks at me, his hands roaming, sliding down

He plucks at hair already wet

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

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

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

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

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

And I yell…

kiss. My Master brought down the paddle hard and it hurt… the sting on my buttocks… the

and down inside me, his face presses in, tonguing my

of the

And another…

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

in

ready before we stepped into my Master’s

radiating out from my core and taking the

could, I would fall… But I

my mouth screaming, my brain full

bloom, euphoria

Red! For God’s sake,

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

eyes. I’d not realised they

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

“We can

as chocolate and brimming with suppressed laughter, “Oh,

“Which of you is going to fuck