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

of your

will fly.” The feather-touch

Who needs wings?

cheek: velvety soft leather, flicking by.

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

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

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

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

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 as

skin, flexing against my flesh, supple and smooth. My breath catches

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

except how this feels: What you are going to feel. You have

“Cara…”

mother. Adam too. Now, relax. Calm

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

to kiss me, softly, brushing his lips over mine. “That’s better. Now, there are more here than just you and I. Beth loves

Richard move closer. Pushing my chin up with paired fingers, he meets me

course I am, Sir. It’s a

So close now, the warm musk of his body washes over me and I inhale deeply; his scent; musky, spicy, masculine; the faint ‘just laundered’ scent

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

face and, lips wide, I mouth at him over his trousers. Moving slowly and deliberately, he unravels his belt, slips open the button

his waiting erection. As I slide fingers around his length,

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

then sucking away the viscous thread that clings

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 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

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

controlling me, steering me back and forth. “You have to try harder than that,

Above me, Richard huffs…

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

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

to my naked skin, his heart pumps against my breasts. The hardness at his groin too, presses at my loins as I accept him,

gripping my hair, he pulls back, again locking my face with his. “A little

hangs, a carabiner dangling at each end. Arm outheld, he

I do so, then without waiting

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

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

drawing the steel tongue to a perforation

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

jerks his chin up and I raise my arms. He snaps one cuff to a carabiner, Richard the other, then together they turn me to

kisses her forehead. “I’ll just be a

vision picks up the rhythmic movement as he winds the supporting chain higher,

“I always feel that a

feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist and thighs

belong to Cara, don’t they. I’ll look forward to being able to

of my waist and hip, outlining my silhouette with his hands. Brushing over my ass, he nudges at the plug,

is cuffing my left ankle. He passes the

hoop. This too, he passes to Richard who clips the cuff around my ankle, the chain

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

his hands either side of my face,

“I’m fine.”

inside; streaming and swelling. But

want to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

softly, brushes fingers over my lips, then returns to Beth.

whispers, “Richard wants to taste you now. In a while, he will fuck you. And so will I.”

“we will

already heating, shivers and

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

of my raised breasts bounces and vibrates to

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

nudges at my

the flogger flash across my buttocks, a sting that jolts the plug and whips the air into my lungs, followed by

instructs, Charlotte. You know what is

Master.” Shuffling to move, I widen my ankles

little more, please. I’d

“Coming right up.”

irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are drawn up at the wrists, leaving

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,

position, my breathing is 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

not going to be fun

Pussy doesn’t care. Pussy pulses hot juices down my

you enjoy having Elizabeth watch while I enjoy

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

me, my Master’s voice. “What will you use, Richard?” Then again on the edge of my peripheral vision, movement, as he strolls along his racks and shelves. His eyes dart to mine, then away again. “Perhaps something with more bite?” He speaks as though musing to

to be more within

Deliberately?

For sure…

Smack! then replaces

“for this occasion, I brought my

stern, but eyes twinkling, he strolls across to Beth. Her eyes are wide, pupils huge and black. She dimples a smile at me as she passes something

strolls back, offering it up to me for inspection. It’s another flogger:

movement that caresses my skin and sets Pussy twitching out

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

my

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 when I use her gift on

thighs, enough to

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

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

forehead 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 waist and

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

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

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

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

He licks and laps and sucks and, flinging my head back, I groan. I want to buck and twist, but my tensioned

position, diving in and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into me with his tongue.

And I yell…

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 it into

at me, his wrist rhythmically up and down inside me, his face

stroke of the

And another…

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

buzzing in

into my Master’s pleasure room, my climax

radiating out from my core and taking the rest

would fall…

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

and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through me in

For God’s

Richard pulls away. But I’m still riding the tsunami, my body out of my control, still gripped by my volcanic orgasm. Blind and deaf, to anything outside my

my eyes. I’d not realised they

are standing side-by-side, watching me as though they should be taking notes. Michael, sitting

“We can declare that a success

dark as chocolate and brimming with suppressed laughter,

you is going to fuck her now?” Mischief skitters over her