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

your floggers,

Today, you will fly.” The feather-touch traces over my

Who needs wings?

brushes by my cheek: velvety soft leather, flicking by. “Kneel up,

rise, face-to-groin with my Master. Beyond them, Michael, my Bright Angel, sits with Beth, cradling her on his

Beth’s cheek. “You’re sure,

are still a bit sore. But it won’t be long now. Is… Is

to hers. “Of course it is. You enjoy yourself.” He exchanges

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 as the pelt of some great black cat, drinking

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

and chin. The buckle

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

“Cara…”

Adam too.

head, leaning into his hand, kissing the

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

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

I am, Sir.

musk of his

his hips, I press my lips to him, kissing the bulge. Rolling my eyes

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.

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

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

tracing his outline, tasting him, swiping over the trickle of precum, then sucking away the viscous thread that clings to my lips. Ringing his

inside once more, I cup him. Between his thighs, it’s warm, almost humid, but I enjoy the soft and yielding skin, the faint scratch of

abruptly releasing me, stretching upright to clasp

Richard’s fingers are replaced by my Master’s, knotting into my hair, tight; controlling me, steering me back and forth. “You have to try harder than that, Charlotte. I think months of freedom while you were pregnant

Above me, Richard huffs…

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

holds 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 reels me in, kissing me; an open-mouthed penetration of body

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 his neck, letting him take

back, again locking my face with his.

hangs, a carabiner dangling at each end. Arm

I do so, then without waiting for the

did suggest, Charlotte, that the Saint Andrew’s cross might make a change. But James and Richard

in his eyes. “Quite right. Richard and I both wish to be able to enjoy the results of our

a perforation in the

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

I raise my arms. He snaps one cuff to a carabiner, Richard the other, then together they turn me to face

kisses her forehead. “I’ll just be a

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

and I’m tugged upward, my weight now only just on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist and thighs

now, these belong to Cara, don’t they. I’ll look forward

hip, outlining my silhouette with his hands. Brushing over my ass, he nudges at the plug, sending electricity tap-dancing to

my feet, my Master is cuffing my left ankle. He passes the other cuff to

looping chain through a wall hoop. This too, he passes to Richard who clips the cuff around

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 movement. I can’t

hands either

“I’m fine.”

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

to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

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

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

Richard, “we will all share

already heating, shivers and

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

is accelerating, obviously so as the flesh of my raised breasts

I gave you

I move my feet further apart, but I’m tottering. Richard nudges at my

sting that jolts the plug and

Charlotte. You know

Shuffling to move,

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.”

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

straining, 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 wife

I reply, leather tongues

not going to be fun

doesn’t care. Pussy pulses hot juices

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

pussy is hot and wet. And swollen.

Then again on the edge of my peripheral vision, movement, as he strolls along his racks and shelves. His eyes dart

more

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

“for this occasion, I brought my

he strolls across to Beth. Her eyes are wide, pupils huge and black. She

another flogger:

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

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 every contact sends electricity streaking to

my chains,

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

across my thighs, enough to warm. “You like that, Charlotte? I thought you would.” He

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… “… I think, a little

to his knees and plants his palms to curve inside my thighs. His face close to my loins, he inhales. “You smell wonderful,

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

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

he gives Beth a squeeze… “Sometimes smooth. Sometimes not.” The other arm,

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

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 front, but his stance is uneasy as he shifts his weight from one foot to the

Richard slides hands 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

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

And I yell…

the sting on

wrist rhythmically up and down inside me, his face presses

of

And another…

between

buzzing in

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

pulsing, radiating out from my core and taking the rest

I would fall… But

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

surge and bloom, euphoria billowing

Red! For God’s

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

open my eyes. I’d not realised

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

to my Master, “We can declare that a success

whipped cream, dark as chocolate and brimming with suppressed

you is going to