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

The feather-touch traces over my

Who needs wings?

velvety soft leather, flicking by.

Angel, sits with Beth, cradling her on his lap. Beside

Beth’s cheek. “You’re sure,

bit

is. You enjoy yourself.” He

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 of both falls and cuffs, scented of honey and bees, is velvet-dark

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, supple and smooth. My breath catches and Richard, looking down

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

are going to feel. You have nothing to worry about.

“Cara…”

mother. Adam too.

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

better. Now, there are more here than just you and I. Beth loves her

up with paired fingers, he meets me

am, Sir.

So close now, the warm musk of his body washes

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

trousers. Moving slowly

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 head and into my hair. He’s not quite pulling me in, but he

Master shifts 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

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

cock with one hand, with the other, reaching inside once more, I cup him. Between his thighs, it’s warm, almost humid, but I enjoy the soft and yielding skin, the faint

releasing me, stretching upright to clasp fingers

are replaced by my Master’s, knotting into my hair, tight; controlling me, steering me back and forth. “You have to try harder

Above me, Richard huffs…

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

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

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,

back, again locking my face with his. “A little

across to where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner

waiting for the instruction,

Saint Andrew’s cross might make a change. But James

and I both wish to be

to me, drawing the steel tongue to a perforation in the leather, then more tightly to the next.

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

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

“I’ll

the supporting chain higher, and with an oiled squeak from the gears, my hands are

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

only just on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist

at my nipples. “You look good, Charlotte, but of course, just now, these belong to Cara, don’t they. I’ll look forward to being

hip, outlining my silhouette with his hands. Brushing over my

my Master is

a wall hoop. This too, he passes to Richard

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

saunters close, resting his hands

“I’m fine.”

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

to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

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

you. And so will I.” He steers my chin toward

“we will all share

pussy, already heating, shivers

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

is accelerating, obviously so as the flesh of my

“Ankles wider, Charlotte. I gave you some latitude,

tottering. Richard nudges at my ankles with his shoes, his breath

takes 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,

Richard instructs, Charlotte. You know

move, I widen my ankles

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

“Coming right up.”

irresistibly, inexorably, my

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

In the second or so before I reply, leather tongues swipe behind my thighs again, biting in. Only a single stroke this time, but the

down’s not going

pulses hot

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

is hot and

“What will you use, Richard?” Then again on the edge of my peripheral vision, movement, as he strolls along his racks and

more within

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

“for this occasion, I brought

strolls across to Beth. Her eyes are wide, pupils huge and black. She dimples a smile at

up to me for inspection. It’s another flogger: a

whispering movement that caresses my skin and sets Pussy twitching out another gush of juices. “I think it is a fine measure of

ambles around me; a complete circuit, casually flicking at my skin. It doesn’t hurt. It’s barely hard enough to feel it at all. But my senses are heightening, my skin is sensitising, and

in my

smile. “And since you have volunteered to stand in for Elizabeth while she recovers from her pregnancy, I agreed…” He casts across to his heavily breathing wife… “… I believe Elizabeth is looking forward to watching your response

enough to warm. “You like that, Charlotte? I thought you would.” He repeats it, on the other side, again, a touch more

moves close, wraps an arm around my waist, pushes my chin up with the pommel of the flogger. “I’m going to fuck you

palms to curve inside my thighs. His face close to my loins, he inhales. “You smell wonderful, Charlotte. Your Master

against my belly. Kneeling back, he looks at me, his hands roaming, sliding down and around my thighs, then up and over my hips and

herself this way too...” He plucks at hair already

I enjoy the variety too.” One arm slung around her shoulder, he gives Beth a squeeze… “Sometimes smooth. Sometimes not.” The other arm, lower down, inside her robe, is

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

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

behind me, grasping my buttocks, pushing the plug hard 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. I want to buck and twist, but my tensioned body can only tremble and shudder. And somehow, I’ve lost the

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…

love kiss. My Master brought down the paddle hard and it hurt… the sting on my buttocks… the press of the plug as the paddle jolts

rhythmically up and down inside

stroke of

And another…

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

buzzing in my

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

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

would fall… But I

wrists, my body twitching, my mouth screaming, my brain

all merge and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through me in a shuddering,

For

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

watching me as though they should be taking notes. Michael, sitting by Beth, is laughing.

my Master, “We can declare that a

as whipped cream, dark as chocolate and brimming with suppressed

Beth… “Which of you is going to fuck her now?” Mischief