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,

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

Who needs wings?

brushes by my cheek: velvety soft leather,

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

“You’re sure, my Love,

lip. “The tears are still a bit sore. But it won’t be long now.

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

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

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 and Richard, looking

curving, turns the strap over, stroking the fur over my forehead, then my cheek and chin.

this feels: What you are going to feel. You have nothing

“Cara…”

Adam too.

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

there are more here than just you and I.

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

I am,

his tan is all but gone. So close now, the warm musk of his body washes over me and I inhale deeply;

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

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

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 head and into my hair. He’s not quite pulling me

to stand behind me, trailing the falls 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

soft, I probe with my tongue into 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 and forefinger, squeezing a little, he hardens,

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

abruptly releasing me, stretching

behind, the rustling and scraping 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 that, Charlotte. I think months of freedom while you

Above me, Richard huffs…

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

into my hair again, screwing tight enough to tug at my scalp. Then leaning in, he reels me in, kissing me; an open-mouthed

body heat permeates through his shirt to my naked skin, his heart pumps against my breasts. The hardness at his groin too, presses

hair, he pulls back, again

to where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling at each

I do so, then without waiting

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

nonetheless dances in his eyes. “Quite right. Richard and I both wish to be able

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

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

one cuff to a carabiner, Richard the other, then together they turn me

kisses her forehead. “I’ll just be

off-side, but my peripheral vision picks up the rhythmic movement as he winds the supporting chain

think,” says Richard. “I always feel that a good sub appreciates a little

tugged upward, my weight now only just on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist and thighs are pulled taut, my heavy breasts lifted by my upstretched

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

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

he pauses. At my feet, my Master is cuffing my

the right, Michael is looping chain through a wall 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 close my ankles,

saunters close, resting his hands

“I’m fine.”

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

want to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

lips, then returns to

“Richard wants to taste you now. In a while, he will fuck you. And so will I.” He steers my chin toward Michael, who

adds Richard, “we

pussy, 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 bounces and vibrates

you some latitude, but

not easy. 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

it takes me to obey, the tresses of the flogger flash across my buttocks, a sting that jolts the plug and whips the air into my lungs,

as Richard instructs, Charlotte. You know

move, I

a little more, please. I’d like to feel the tension in her muscles. Her weight on

“Coming right up.”

notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my arms

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

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

down’s not going

pulses hot juices down my

Do you enjoy having Elizabeth watch while

and dry. My pussy is hot and

as he strolls along his

to be more within

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

this occasion, I brought

eyes are wide, pupils huge and black. She dimples a smile at me as she

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

and sets Pussy twitching out another gush of juices. “I think it is a

ambles around me; 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

my chains, I

from her pregnancy, I agreed…” He casts across to his heavily breathing wife…

a twist of the wrist, he lashes across my breasts, still lightly, but then again, as my breath catches, harder across my thighs, enough to warm. “You like

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 for my own

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

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

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

shoulder, he gives Beth

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

Legs astride, arms folded, with the paddle loose in his hand,

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,

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

And I yell…

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

his wrist rhythmically up and down inside me, his face presses in, tonguing

of the

And another…

and down between my thighs. The heat of his mouth

buzzing in

pulsing inside. Already primed, ready before we stepped into my Master’s pleasure room, my climax

rises, throbbing and pulsing, radiating out from my

I could, I would fall…

twitching, my mouth screaming, my

and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through

For

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

I’d not

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

“We can declare

his voice thick as whipped cream, dark as chocolate and brimming with suppressed laughter, “Oh,

going to fuck