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.”

do you think it

of your floggers,

will fly.” The feather-touch traces over my spine

Who needs wings?

brushes by my cheek: velvety soft leather, flicking by.

my Bright Angel, sits with Beth, cradling her on his lap.

Beth’s cheek. “You’re sure,

bit sore.

enjoy yourself.” He exchanges nods with

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 as the pelt of some great black cat,

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

my cheek and chin. The buckle catches against

you are going to feel. You have nothing to

“Cara…”

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

hand, kissing the

there are more here than just you and

paired

I am, Sir.

the warm musk of his body

resting either side of his hips, I press my lips to him, kissing the

caressing my face and, lips wide, I mouth at him over his trousers. Moving slowly and deliberately, he unravels

erection. As I slide fingers around his length,

as I free Richard’s shaft. Where he is already seeping, a dewy trail shines from the slit. Kissing away the dewdrop, I wrap

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

enjoy the soft and 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, I press into his groin,

hisses, abruptly releasing me, stretching upright to

of movement. 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

Above me, Richard huffs…

Master stoops, hooking hands under my arms, lifting; spinning me as he hauls me to my

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

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

hair, he pulls back, again locking my face with his.

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

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

cross might make a change. But James and Richard agreed that it’s easier for the two of them to work

doesn’t touch my Master’s lips, nonetheless dances in his eyes. “Quite right. Richard and I both wish to be

the cuffs to me, drawing the steel tongue to a perforation in the

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

chin up and I raise my arms. He snaps one cuff to a carabiner, Richard

her forehead. “I’ll just be a

winds the supporting chain higher,

“I always feel that

The gears Clunk, locking

Charlotte, but of course, just now, these belong to Cara, don’t they. I’ll look forward to being able to

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

is cuffing

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

ankles are eased apart, my thighs opened, my sex exposed. They leave me a little movement. I can’t close my ankles, but I

resting his hands either side

“I’m fine.”

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

to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

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

while, he will fuck you. And so will I.”

adds Richard, “we will

already heating,

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

so as the flesh of my raised

you some latitude, but I expect you to

Richard nudges at my ankles with his shoes, his breath sighing

across my buttocks, a sting that jolts the plug

You know what is expected of you

move, I widen my ankles

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.”

it takes to grind the gears forward a notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are drawn up

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.

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

going to be fun

care. Pussy pulses hot

Elizabeth watch while I enjoy

is hot and dry. My pussy is hot and wet. And swollen. And

movement, as he strolls along his racks and shelves.

be more

Deliberately?

For sure…

palm with a Smack! then

this occasion, I

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

inspection. It’s another flogger: a lovely

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

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

in my chains,

I agreed…” He casts across to his heavily breathing wife… “… I believe Elizabeth is looking

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, on the other side, again, a touch more force,

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

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

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

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

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 exploring

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. You can clean me up elsewhere in a while.” He glances up, his grin

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

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 power

me and Richard releases me. One hand moves to centre-forward position, diving in and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into

And I yell…

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

rhythmically up and down

stroke of the

And another…

over Richards's hand and down between my thighs. The heat of his mouth over my tortured-ecstatic clit…

buzzing in

into my Master’s pleasure room, my climax

and pulsing, radiating out from my core and taking the

would fall… But I

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

and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through

Red! For God’s sake,

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

eyes. I’d not realised they

they should be taking notes. Michael, sitting

my Master, “We can declare that a

as chocolate and brimming with

going to fuck her