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

your floggers,

you will fly.” The feather-touch traces

Who needs wings?

my cheek: velvety soft leather,

Angel, sits with Beth, cradling her on his

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

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

stoops, presses his lips to hers. “Of course it is. You enjoy

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

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, looking down at me,

fur over my forehead, then my cheek and chin.

everything except how this feels: What you are

“Cara…”

your mother. Adam too. Now, relax. Calm

his hand, kissing the fingers, a little awkwardly around the cuff.

brushing his lips over mine. “That’s better. Now, there are more here than just you and I. Beth loves her husband and would like to see that

my chin up with paired fingers, he meets me with his

course I am,

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 scent; musky, spicy,

swell of his erection presses through his pants. Leaning forward just a little, a hand resting either side of his hips, I press my lips

cheek, caressing my face and, lips wide, I mouth at him over his trousers. Moving slowly and deliberately, he unravels his belt,

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

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

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

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 groin, massaging the root of

abruptly releasing me, stretching upright to

steering me back and forth. “You have to try harder than that, Charlotte. I think months of freedom while you

Above me, Richard huffs…

under my arms, lifting; spinning me as he hauls me to my feet.

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 tight enough to tug at my scalp. Then leaning in, he reels

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

he pulls back, again locking my face with

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

waiting for the instruction, offer up my

with Beth, Michael speaks up. “I did suggest, Charlotte, that the Saint Andrew’s cross might make a change. But James and Richard agreed

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

steel tongue to a perforation in the

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

my arms. He snaps one cuff to a carabiner, Richard the other, then together they turn me to face

“I’ll just be a

rhythmic movement as he winds the supporting chain higher, and with an oiled squeak from the gears, my hands are raised, my arms ratcheted taut.

more, I think,” says Richard. “I always feel

on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist and thighs are pulled taut,

Charlotte, but of course, just now, these belong to Cara, don’t they. I’ll look forward to being able to enjoy full use of them

my silhouette with his hands. Brushing over my

is

This too, he

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

close, resting his hands either side of my

“I’m fine.”

streaming and swelling. But the

to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

lips, then returns to Beth. Looping an arm

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

adds Richard, “we will all

heating, shivers

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

accelerating, obviously so as the flesh of my

gave you some latitude, but I expect

but I’m tottering. Richard nudges at my ankles with his

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

You know

Shuffling to move, I widen my ankles

I’d like to feel the tension in

“Coming right up.”

forward a notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my

crucified. Muscles straining, I lose what’s left of my balance and my weight drops onto my wrists before Richard snakes an arm around my waist to

before I reply, leather tongues swipe behind

going

pulses hot juices down my

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

mouth is hot and dry. My pussy is hot

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

more within my

Deliberately?

For sure…

his palm with a Smack! then replaces it, before moving along to pick

this

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

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

and sets Pussy twitching out another gush of juices. “I think it is a fine measure of the depth of the friendship between you, that she should ask me to use

hard enough to feel it at all. But my senses are heightening, my skin is sensitising, and every contact

in my chains,

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

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

my chin up with the pommel of the flogger. “I’m going to fuck you with this in a while, but…” He steps back… “…

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…”

against my belly. Kneeling back, he looks at me, his hands roaming,

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

he gives Beth a

arousal. He withdraws, then sucks the fingers. “I’m tempted, Charlotte, to have you lick me clean,

in his 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,

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

and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into

And I yell…

Master brought down the paddle hard and it hurt… the sting on my

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

of

And another…

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

buzzing in

stepped into

from my core and taking the rest

I could, I would fall… But

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

and bloom, euphoria billowing through me in

Red! For God’s sake,

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 own skin, I quiver and shiver my way back to earth, drifting down

I open my eyes. I’d not realised

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

casts to my Master, “We can

whipped cream, dark as chocolate and brimming with

of you is going to fuck her now?” Mischief