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 floggers,

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

Who needs wings?

cheek: velvety soft leather,

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

“You’re sure, my Love, that this

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

holds the flogger, the 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 as the pelt of some

passes 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 smooth. My breath

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

“Forget everything except how this feels: What you are going to feel. You

“Cara…”

mother. Adam too. Now,

drop my head, leaning into his hand, kissing the fingers, a

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

steps away, 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. It’s a

smiles, his teeth very white even though, winter barely over, his tan is all but gone. So close now, the warm musk of his body washes over me and I inhale deeply; his

side of his hips, I press my lips to him, kissing the bulge. Rolling my eyes upward, I see his head drop

I mouth at him over his trousers. Moving slowly and deliberately, he unravels his belt, slips open the button at his waist, slides down

waiting erection. As I slide fingers around his length, Richard slips hands around the back of my head

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

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

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

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

forth. “You have to try harder than that, Charlotte. I think months of freedom while

Above me, Richard huffs…

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

tangling into my hair again, screwing tight enough to tug

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, linking my hands around his neck, letting him take

pulls back, again locking my face with his.

and I follow his gaze across to where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling at each end. Arm outheld, he invites me to take

then without waiting

“I did suggest, Charlotte, that the Saint Andrew’s cross might make a change. But

his eyes. “Quite right. Richard and I both wish to be able to enjoy the results of our efforts.” But his pants

tongue to a perforation in the leather, then more tightly to the next. “Comfortable? Not too

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

raise my arms. He snaps one cuff to a carabiner,

“I’ll just be a

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

I think,” says Richard. “I always

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

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

silhouette

thighs, he pauses. At my feet, my Master is cuffing my left ankle. He

through a wall hoop. This too, he passes

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 me a little movement. I can’t close my ankles, but I could widen them,

stands, saunters close, resting his hands either side of my

“I’m fine.”

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

want to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

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

Master whispers, “Richard wants to taste you now. In a while, he will fuck you. And so will I.” He steers my chin toward Michael, who grins. “Your Golden Lover too. And

adds Richard, “we will all

pussy, already heating, shivers and

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

of my raised

Charlotte. I gave you some latitude, but I

move my feet further apart, but I’m tottering. Richard nudges at my ankles with his shoes, his breath sighing over me as my pussy trickles.

tresses of the flogger flash across my buttocks, a sting that jolts the plug and whips the

Charlotte. You know what is

Master.” Shuffling to move, I widen my ankles

more, please. I’d like to feel the tension in her

“Coming right up.”

notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are drawn up at the wrists, leaving me teetering on the balls of

Richard snakes

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

not going to be

doesn’t care. Pussy pulses hot juices down my

Do you enjoy having Elizabeth watch while I enjoy the

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

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

more within

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

says Richard, “for this

Her eyes are wide, pupils huge and

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

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

ambles around me; a complete circuit, casually flicking at my skin. It doesn’t hurt. It’s barely hard enough to feel

my chains,

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

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

the flogger. “I’m going to fuck you with

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

hands roaming, sliding down and around my thighs, then up and over my

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

eyes crinkle. “Oh, 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 exploring

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

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

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

hand moves to centre-forward position, diving in and up, finger-fucking

And I yell…

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

and down

stroke of

And another…

between my thighs.

buzzing in

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

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

I could, I would fall…

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

merge and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through

Red! For

still riding 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,

eyes. I’d

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

Master, “We can declare that

cream, dark as chocolate and brimming with suppressed laughter, “Oh, I

“Which of you is going to fuck her