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,

you will fly.” The

Who needs wings?

soft leather,

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

stoops to cup Beth’s cheek. “You’re sure, my Love, that this is enough for

cousin chews at a lip. “The tears are still a bit

it is. You enjoy yourself.” He exchanges nods with Michael, then returns to stand by

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

The fur-lined leather is cool on my skin, flexing against my flesh, supple and smooth. My breath catches and Richard, looking down

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

feels: What you are going to feel.

“Cara…”

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

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

Now, there are more here than just you and I. Beth loves her husband and would like to see that you are servicing

paired fingers, he meets me with his blue-eyed

am, Sir. It’s

all but gone. So close now, the warm musk of his body washes over me and I

either side of his hips, I press my lips

and, lips wide, I mouth at him over his trousers. Moving slowly and

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

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

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

enjoy the soft and yielding skin, the faint scratch of coarser hairs on

Richard hisses, abruptly releasing me, stretching upright to clasp fingers

forth. “You have

Above me, Richard huffs…

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

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

chest and ribs pushing against me, his 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

again locking my face with his.

I follow his gaze across to where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling at each end. Arm outheld, he invites me

waiting for the instruction, offer

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 the results of our

steel tongue to a perforation in the leather, then

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

arms. He snaps one cuff to

her forehead. “I’ll

winds the supporting chain higher, and with an oiled squeak from the gears, my hands are raised, my arms ratcheted

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

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

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

line of my waist and hip, outlining my silhouette with his hands. Brushing over my ass,

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

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

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

his hands either side of my face, “Alright,

“I’m fine.”

streaming and swelling. But the plug is driving

want to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

are.” Still holding my face, he kisses me softly, brushes fingers over my lips, then

fuck you. And so will I.” He steers

adds Richard, “we will

pussy, already heating, shivers

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

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

I gave you some latitude, but I expect you to open for

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

the tresses of the flogger flash across my buttocks, a sting that jolts the plug and whips the air into my

Charlotte. You know what

to move, I widen my ankles

do, Charlotte. Michael, raise her a little more, please. I’d like to feel the tension

“Coming right up.”

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

left of my balance and my weight drops onto my wrists before Richard

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

going to be fun

Pussy doesn’t care. Pussy pulses

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

dry. My pussy is hot and

along his racks and shelves. His eyes dart to mine, then away

more within my

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

“for this occasion, I brought

strolls across to Beth. Her eyes are wide, pupils huge

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

my birthday, before we 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,

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

my chains,

she recovers from her pregnancy, I agreed…” He casts across to his heavily breathing wife… “… I believe Elizabeth is looking forward to

as my breath catches, harder across my thighs, enough

around my waist, pushes my chin up with the pommel of the flogger. “I’m going to

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

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

into my curls, musing. “Perhaps I should have Elizabeth present herself this way too...” He plucks at hair already wet with my own juices. Pussy throbs.

too.” One arm slung around her shoulder, he gives Beth a squeeze… “Sometimes smooth. Sometimes not.”

my arousal. He withdraws, then sucks the fingers. “I’m tempted, Charlotte, to have you lick

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

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.

and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into

And I yell…

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

rhythmically up and down

stroke of the

And another…

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

in

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

and pulsing, radiating out from my core and taking

would

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

and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through me in a shuddering, shaking

For

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

my eyes. I’d not realised they were

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

to my Master, “We can

as chocolate

to fuck her now?” Mischief