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

of your floggers,

Today, you will fly.” The

Who needs wings?

soft leather,

Beyond them, Michael, my Bright Angel, sits with

sure, my Love, that this is

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

“Of course it is. You enjoy yourself.” He exchanges

shaft is smooth, polished timber, the grain curling golden. In the other hand, he holds cuffs.

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 catches and Richard,

and chin. The buckle catches against my

he murmurs. “Forget everything except how this feels: What you are

“Cara…”

with your mother. Adam too. Now,

the

mine. “That’s better. Now, there are more here than just you and I. Beth loves her husband and would like to see that you are servicing him appropriately.

Master 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

I am, Sir. It’s

now, the warm musk of his body washes over me and

just a little, a hand resting either side of his hips, I press my lips to him, kissing the bulge. Rolling

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

fingers around his length, Richard slips hands around the back of my head and

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 dewdrop, I wrap my lips over

swiping over the trickle of precum, then sucking away the viscous thread that clings

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, massaging the

hisses, abruptly releasing me, stretching upright

fingers are replaced by my Master’s, knotting into my hair, tight; controlling me, steering me back and forth. “You

Above me, Richard huffs…

me as he hauls me to my

he 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 leaning in, he reels me in, kissing me; an open-mouthed

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

back, again locking my face with his. “A

to where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner

without waiting for the instruction, offer

might make a change. But James and Richard agreed that it’s easier for

doesn’t touch my Master’s lips, nonetheless dances in his eyes. “Quite right. Richard and I both wish to be able to enjoy the results of our efforts.” But his pants are straining. I think he’s

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

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

arms. He snaps one cuff to a carabiner, Richard

kisses her forehead. “I’ll just be

peripheral vision picks up the rhythmic movement as he winds the supporting chain higher, and with an oiled squeak from the gears, my hands

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

weight now only just on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into

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

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

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

to 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

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, except

stands, saunters close, resting his hands either side

“I’m fine.”

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

to be

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. Looping an arm around

my Master whispers, “Richard wants to taste you now. In a while, he will fuck you. And

Richard, “we will all share

heating, shivers

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

accelerating, obviously so as the flesh of my raised breasts bounces and vibrates

gave you some latitude, but

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

across my buttocks, a sting that jolts the plug and whips

as Richard instructs, Charlotte. You know what is expected of you

Master.” Shuffling to move,

little more, please. I’d like to feel the

“Coming right up.”

to grind the gears forward a notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are drawn up at the wrists, leaving me teetering on the balls

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

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

going to be fun

care. Pussy pulses hot juices down

question. Do you enjoy having Elizabeth watch while I enjoy the

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

the edge of my peripheral vision, movement, as he strolls along his racks and shelves. His

to be more within

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

Richard, “for this occasion, I brought my

Beth. Her eyes are wide, pupils huge and black. She dimples a smile at

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

we were married.” He swishes the 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

hurt. It’s barely hard enough to feel it at all. But my senses

my

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

as my breath catches, harder across my thighs, enough to warm. “You like that, Charlotte? I thought

of the flogger. “I’m going to

loins, he inhales. “You smell wonderful, Charlotte. Your Master was right. We’re both…” … He glances around the room…

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

my curls, musing. “Perhaps I should have Elizabeth present herself this way too...” He plucks at hair already wet with my own juices. Pussy throbs. “…Then again, I enjoy the variety. What do you think,

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

have you lick me clean, but I think I’ll wait. You can clean

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

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 tremble and shudder. And somehow, I’ve lost the power of speech, only a

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 swishes then something slaps across my

And I yell…

love kiss. My Master brought down the paddle hard and it hurt… the sting on my buttocks… the press of the plug as the paddle

up and down inside me,

of the

And another…

down over Richards's hand and down between my thighs.

buzzing in

we stepped into my Master’s pleasure room, my climax is

and pulsing, radiating out from my core and taking the rest

could, I would

my mouth screaming, my brain full of nothing but one sensation piled on

heat-pleasure-pain-sting-ecstasy all merge and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through me in

Red! For

out of my control, still gripped by my volcanic orgasm. Blind and

eyes. I’d not realised

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

casts to my Master, “We can declare

dark as chocolate and brimming

“Which of you is going to fuck her now?” Mischief