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,

The feather-touch traces over my spine

Who needs wings?

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

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

sure,

still a bit sore. But

lips to hers. “Of course it is. You enjoy yourself.” He exchanges nods with Michael, then returns to

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,

cuffs against my cheek. The fur-lined leather is cool on my skin, flexing against my flesh,

strap over, stroking the fur over my forehead, then my cheek and chin. The buckle catches against my lip, a

What you are going to

“Cara…”

Adam too. Now,

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

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

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

I am, Sir. It’s a

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 scent;

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 drop back, mouth opening as, briefly, he raises his face to

his trousers. Moving slowly and deliberately, he unravels his belt, slips

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

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

ridge of the crown, tracing his outline, tasting him, swiping over the trickle of precum, then sucking away the viscous thread that

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,

me, stretching upright to clasp fingers behind his

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 have taken the edge off your performance. You’re

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 improve

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,

my breasts. The hardness at his groin too, presses at my loins as I accept him, returning the kiss, linking my

gripping my 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 carabiner dangling at each end. Arm outheld,

so, then without waiting for the

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 of

wish to be able to enjoy the results of

a perforation in the leather, then more tightly

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

jerks his chin up and I raise my arms. He snaps one cuff

her forehead. “I’ll just

chain higher, and with an oiled squeak from the gears, my hands are raised, my

“I always feel

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

now, these belong to Cara,

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

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

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

and my ankles are eased apart, my thighs opened, my sex exposed. They leave me a little

resting his hands either side

“I’m fine.”

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

want to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

are.” Still holding my face, he kisses me softly, brushes fingers over my lips, then returns to Beth.

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

“we will all

pussy, already heating,

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

of my raised

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

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

sting that jolts the plug and whips the air into my

instructs, Charlotte. You know what is expected of you

Master.” Shuffling to move, I

my thigh. “That will do, Charlotte. Michael, raise her a little more, please. I’d

“Coming right up.”

forward a notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are drawn up at the wrists, leaving me teetering

drops onto my wrists before Richard snakes an arm around my waist to support me. “Perfect. Tell me,

for the words. In the second or so before I reply, leather tongues swipe behind my

down’s not going to be fun

doesn’t care. Pussy pulses hot juices down my

you enjoy having Elizabeth watch while I enjoy the use

pussy is hot and wet. And swollen. And aching…

of my peripheral vision, movement, as he strolls along

more

Deliberately?

For sure…

a Smack! then replaces it, before moving along to pick out another item: a

Richard, “for this occasion, I brought

strolls across to Beth. Her eyes are wide, pupils huge

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

caresses my skin and sets Pussy twitching out another gush

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

in my

have volunteered to stand in for Elizabeth while she recovers from her pregnancy, I agreed…” He casts across to his heavily breathing

my breasts, still lightly, but then again, as my breath catches, harder across my thighs, enough to warm. “You like

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

the flogger into a pocket, drops to his knees and plants his palms to curve inside my thighs. His face close to my loins, he inhales. “You

his forehead against my belly. Kneeling back, he looks at me, his hands roaming, sliding down and around my thighs, then up and

this way too...” He plucks at hair already wet with my own juices. Pussy throbs. “…Then again, I enjoy

One arm slung around her shoulder, he gives Beth a squeeze… “Sometimes smooth. Sometimes

paired fingers between pussy lips already slick with my arousal. He withdraws, then sucks the fingers. “I’m tempted, Charlotte, to have you

astride, arms folded, with the paddle loose in his hand, he’s putting on a casual front, but his

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 tremble and shudder. And somehow,

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

And I yell…

it hurt… the sting on my buttocks…

wrist rhythmically up and down

stroke of

And another…

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

buzzing in my

Already primed, ready before we stepped into my

from my core and taking the rest of me with

I would fall… But

my mouth screaming, my brain full of nothing

euphoria

For God’s

volcanic orgasm. Blind and deaf, to anything outside my own skin, I quiver and shiver my way back to earth, drifting

I’d not realised they were

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

to my Master, “We can declare that a success

chocolate

Beth… “Which of you is going to fuck her now?” Mischief skitters over her