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,

will fly.” The feather-touch traces over my

Who needs wings?

my cheek: velvety soft

Angel, sits

stoops to cup Beth’s cheek. “You’re sure,

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

stoops, presses his lips to hers. “Of course it is. You enjoy yourself.” He exchanges nods with

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

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, supple and

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

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

“Cara…”

Adam too.

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

there are more here than just you and I. Beth loves her husband and would like to

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

course I am, Sir.

is all but gone. So close now, the warm musk of his body washes over me and I inhale deeply; his scent; musky,

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

caressing my face and, lips wide, I mouth at him over his trousers. Moving slowly and deliberately, he unravels his belt, slips open the button at his waist, slides down the zipper. Then he stands,

of hair, the velvet and steel of his waiting erection. As I slide fingers around his length, Richard slips hands around

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

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

thighs, it’s warm, almost humid, but I enjoy the soft and yielding skin, the faint scratch of coarser hairs on my skin, the hard kernels;

me, stretching

and forth. “You have to try harder than that, Charlotte. I think months of freedom while you were pregnant have taken

Above me, Richard huffs…

my Master stoops, hooking hands under my arms, lifting; spinning me 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 reels me in, kissing me; an open-mouthed penetration of body and

hardness of my Master’s 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

gripping my hair, he pulls back, again locking

and I follow his gaze across to where a spreader-bar hangs, a

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

his place with 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

“Quite right. Richard and I both wish to be able to enjoy the

drawing the steel tongue to a perforation in the leather,

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

snaps one cuff to a carabiner, Richard the other, then together they turn me to

forehead. “I’ll just

the supporting chain higher, and with an oiled squeak from the

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

my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist and thighs are pulled taut, my

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

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

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

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

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,

resting his hands

“I’m fine.”

streaming and swelling. But the plug is

to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

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

while, he will fuck you. And so will I.” He steers my chin toward Michael, who grins. “Your

Richard, “we will

pussy, already heating,

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

of my raised breasts bounces and vibrates

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

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

sting that jolts the plug and whips the air into my lungs,

know what

to move, I

do, Charlotte. Michael, raise her a little more, please. I’d like to feel the tension in her muscles. Her weight on her feet but

“Coming right up.”

inexorably, my arms are drawn up at

crucified. Muscles straining, I lose what’s left of my balance and my weight drops onto my wrists before Richard snakes

I reply, leather tongues swipe behind my thighs

not going to be fun

pulses hot juices down

Elizabeth watch while I enjoy

pussy is hot and wet. And swollen. And aching… “Yes, Sir. I

vision, movement, as he strolls along his racks and shelves. His eyes dart to mine, then away again.

more

Deliberately?

For sure…

a crop, brings it down on his palm with a Smack! then replaces it, before moving along to pick out

“for this occasion, I brought

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

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

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, that

at my skin. It doesn’t hurt. It’s barely hard enough to feel it

my

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

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

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

a pocket, drops to his knees and 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 room… “… We’re all going

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

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

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

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. You can clean me up elsewhere in a while.”

one side, my 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,

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 power of

diving in and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into me with

And I yell…

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

up and down inside

stroke of the

And another…

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

in my

Already primed, ready before we stepped into my Master’s pleasure room, my climax is coming. And

radiating out from my core and taking the rest of me

could, I would fall…

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

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

For

of my control, still gripped by my volcanic orgasm. Blind and deaf, to anything outside my own skin,

eyes. I’d

they should be taking notes.

to my Master, “We can

whipped cream, dark as chocolate and brimming with suppressed

of you is going to fuck