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

will fly.” The

Who needs wings?

brushes by my cheek: velvety soft leather, flicking

Bright Angel, sits

“You’re sure, my Love, that

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

it is. You enjoy yourself.” He exchanges nods with Michael, then

is smooth, polished timber, the grain curling golden. In the other hand, he holds cuffs.

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

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

“Forget everything except how this feels: What you are going to

“Cara…”

mother. Adam too. Now,

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

over mine. “That’s better. Now, there are more here than just you and I. Beth loves her husband and would like to see that you are servicing him appropriately. You are his

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

I am, Sir.

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; the

swell 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, I see his head drop back, mouth opening as, briefly, he raises his

Moving slowly and deliberately, he

around his length, Richard slips hands around the back of my head and into my hair. He’s not quite pulling

I free Richard’s shaft. Where he is already seeping, a dewy trail shines from 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 mouth as

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,

hisses, abruptly releasing me, stretching upright to clasp fingers

forth. “You have to try harder than that, Charlotte. I think months of freedom while you were pregnant have taken the edge off your performance.

Above me, Richard huffs…

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

down into my face. Tall and straight he stands before me, his fingers tangling into my hair again, screwing tight

my naked skin, his heart pumps against my breasts. The hardness at his

back, again locking my face with his.

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

do 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 of them to work you

I both wish to be able to enjoy the results of our efforts.” But his

a perforation in the leather,

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

my arms. He snaps one cuff

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

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

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

to Cara, don’t they. I’ll

journey, his palms flat, tight over the line of my waist and hip, outlining my silhouette with his hands.

is cuffing my left ankle. He passes the other cuff

a wall hoop. This too, he passes

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.

close, resting his hands either side of my face, “Alright,

“I’m fine.”

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

want to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

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

will fuck you. And

adds Richard, “we will

heating, shivers

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

accelerating, obviously so as the flesh of

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

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

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

You know what is expected of you

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

“Coming right up.”

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

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 me. “Perfect. Tell me, Charlotte, do you enjoy having my

the words. In the second or so before I reply, leather tongues swipe behind

down’s not going to be fun

Pussy pulses hot

Elizabeth watch while I enjoy the use

pussy is hot and wet. And swollen. And

as he strolls along his racks and shelves. His eyes dart to mine, then away again. “Perhaps something with more bite?”

be more within

Deliberately?

For sure…

his palm with a Smack! then replaces it, before moving along to

fact,” says Richard, “for this occasion,

pupils huge and black. She dimples

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

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

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

in my chains, I

He casts across to his heavily breathing wife… “… I believe Elizabeth is looking forward to watching your response when

lashes 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 repeats it,

my chin up with the pommel of the flogger. “I’m going to fuck you with this in a while, but…” He

plants his palms to curve inside my thighs. His face close to my loins, he inhales. “You smell wonderful, Charlotte. Your Master was right. We’re both…” … He glances around the

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

Elizabeth present herself this way too...” He plucks at hair already wet with my own juices.

he gives Beth a squeeze… “Sometimes smooth.

quests further, slipping 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.

Master sucks in his 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

of my thighs, he tongues at my clit, already heated and swollen. He licks and laps and

in and up, finger-fucking

And I yell…

and it hurt… the sting on my buttocks… the press of the plug as the paddle jolts it into

me, his wrist rhythmically up and down

stroke of the

And another…

Richards's hand and down between

buzzing in

we stepped into my Master’s pleasure room, my climax is coming.

throbbing and pulsing, radiating out from my core and taking the rest of me with

could, I would fall… But I

my mouth screaming, my brain full of nothing

heat-pleasure-pain-sting-ecstasy all merge and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing

For God’s

away. But I’m 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 not realised

are standing side-by-side, watching me as though they should be taking notes. Michael, sitting by

Master, “We can declare that

thick as whipped cream, dark as chocolate

to fuck her now?” Mischief skitters over her