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

your floggers,

The feather-touch traces over

Who needs wings?

soft leather, flicking by. “Kneel up,

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

“You’re sure, my

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

is. You enjoy yourself.”

timber, the grain curling golden. In the other hand, he holds cuffs. Perhaps

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, inclines his

over, stroking the fur over my forehead, then my cheek and chin. The buckle catches against my lip, a touch of chill

he murmurs. “Forget everything except how this feels: What you are going to feel. You have nothing to

“Cara…”

is with your mother. Adam too.

leaning into his hand, kissing the fingers, a little awkwardly

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.

course I am, Sir.

warm musk of his body washes over me and I inhale deeply; his scent; musky,

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

mouth at him over his trousers. Moving slowly and

hair, the velvet and steel of his 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 me in, but

to stand behind me, 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

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 mouth as I suck and lick

thighs, it’s warm, almost humid, but I enjoy the soft and yielding skin, the faint scratch of coarser

stretching upright to clasp fingers behind his

“You have to try harder than that, Charlotte.

Above me, Richard huffs…

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

me close, but not so close that he can’t look down into my 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

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

again locking my face with his.

across to where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling

so, then without waiting for the instruction,

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

and I both wish to be able to enjoy the results of our

to me, drawing the steel tongue to a perforation in the leather, then more tightly to the next. “Comfortable? Not too

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

up and I raise my arms. He snaps one cuff to a carabiner, Richard the other,

kisses her forehead. “I’ll

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. “That

little more, I think,” says Richard. “I always

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

these belong to Cara,

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

my thighs, 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

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

resting his hands either side of my

“I’m fine.”

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

to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

you are.” Still holding my face, he kisses me softly, brushes fingers over my lips, then returns to Beth. Looping an arm around her, he drops a hand to stroke

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

adds Richard, “we will

already heating, shivers

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

of my raised breasts bounces and vibrates

you some latitude, but I expect you to

nudges at my ankles with his shoes, his

instant it takes me to obey, the tresses of the flogger flash across my buttocks, a sting that jolts the plug and whips the air

instructs, Charlotte. You know what is expected

Master.” Shuffling to move, I

I’d like to feel the tension in her muscles. Her weight on her feet

“Coming right up.”

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

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

strained 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

not going to be fun

doesn’t care. Pussy pulses

Charlotte? Answer the question. Do you enjoy having Elizabeth watch while I enjoy the use of your

hot and wet. And swollen. And

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 eyes dart to mine, then away again. “Perhaps something with more

to be more within

Deliberately?

For sure…

his palm with a Smack! then replaces it, before

this occasion, I brought my own

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

accepts it and strolls back, offering it up to me for inspection. It’s another flogger: a lovely piece, the handle bound in plaited red

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

hard enough to feel it at all. But my senses are heightening, my skin is sensitising, and every contact sends electricity streaking to my

in my

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

the wrist, he lashes across my breasts, still lightly, but then again, as my breath catches, harder across my thighs, enough to warm. “You

moves close, wraps 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…

face close to my loins, he inhales. “You smell wonderful, Charlotte. Your Master was right. We’re both…” … He

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

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

variety too.” One arm slung around her shoulder, he gives Beth

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

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

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 up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into me with his tongue. And behind, air swishes then something

And I yell…

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

Richard pumps at me, his wrist rhythmically up and down

of

And another…

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

in my

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

out from my core and taking the

I could, I would fall… But I

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

euphoria billowing through me in a

Red! For

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 through clouds and

eyes. I’d not

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

Master, “We

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

going to