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

you will fly.” The feather-touch traces

Who needs wings?

soft

Michael, my Bright Angel, sits with

to cup Beth’s cheek. “You’re sure,

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

You enjoy

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

The fur-lined leather is cool on my skin, flexing against my flesh, supple and smooth. My breath catches and Richard, looking down at

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 his

he murmurs. “Forget everything except how this feels: What you are going to feel. You have nothing to worry about.

“Cara…”

mother. Adam too. Now,

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

lips over mine. “That’s better. Now, there are more here than just you and I. Beth

move closer. Pushing my chin up with paired fingers, he meets me with

course I am, Sir. It’s a

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

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

slowly and deliberately, he unravels his belt, slips open the button at

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

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 viscous thread that clings to my lips. Ringing his shaft at the base with thumb and forefinger,

swollen cock with one hand, 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

abruptly releasing me, stretching upright to clasp

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 were pregnant

Above me, Richard huffs…

lifting; spinning me as he hauls me to my feet. “Let’s

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,

pumps against my breasts. The hardness at his groin too, presses at

he pulls back, again locking my face with his. “A

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

then without waiting for the instruction, offer

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 them

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 already

to 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 to a

forehead. “I’ll just be a

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

“I always feel that a good sub appreciates a little

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

course, just now, these belong to Cara, don’t they. I’ll look forward to being able to enjoy

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

At my feet, my Master is cuffing my left ankle. He passes the other cuff to

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

to my right. “Tension 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

hands either side of my face,

“I’m fine.”

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

to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

over my lips, then returns to Beth. Looping an arm around her, he drops

“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

“we will

heating, shivers

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

the flesh of my raised breasts bounces and

you some latitude, but I expect you to

not easy. I move my feet further apart, but I’m tottering. Richard nudges at my ankles with his shoes, his breath sighing over

instant 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

You know

move, I widen

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

“Coming right up.”

for the half-minute it takes 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

I lose what’s left of my balance and my weight drops onto my wrists before Richard snakes an arm around my waist to support me. “Perfect. Tell me, Charlotte, do you enjoy having my wife watch while

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

down’s not going to be fun

doesn’t care. Pussy pulses hot juices

Do you enjoy having Elizabeth watch while I

pussy is hot and wet. And swollen. And

on the edge of my peripheral vision, movement, as he strolls along his racks

be more

Deliberately?

For sure…

on his palm with a Smack! then

this occasion, I brought my own

across to Beth. Her eyes are wide, pupils huge

to me for inspection. It’s another flogger: a lovely piece, the handle

me this,” he says, “for my birthday, before 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

doesn’t hurt. It’s barely hard enough to feel it at all. But my

my chains, I

since you have volunteered 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 to watching

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

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

face close to my loins, he

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

fingers into my curls, musing. “Perhaps I should have Elizabeth present herself this way too...” He plucks at hair already wet with

her shoulder, he gives Beth a squeeze…

already slick with my arousal. He withdraws, then sucks the fingers. “I’m tempted, Charlotte, to have you lick me clean, but I think I’ll wait. You can clean me up elsewhere in a while.” He glances up, his

side, my Master sucks 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

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

diving in and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into me with his tongue. And behind, air swishes then

And I yell…

no love kiss. My Master brought down the paddle hard and it hurt… the sting on my buttocks… the press of the

his wrist rhythmically up and down inside me, his face

stroke of the

And another…

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

in

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

and pulsing, radiating out from my core and taking

would fall…

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

merge and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through

Red! For God’s

riding the tsunami, my body out of my control, still gripped by my volcanic orgasm. Blind and deaf, to anything outside

eyes. I’d

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

my Master, “We can declare that

whipped cream, dark as chocolate and brimming with suppressed

is going to fuck her now?” Mischief