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

of your

you will fly.” The feather-touch traces

Who needs wings?

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

Bright Angel, sits with Beth, cradling her

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

tears are still a bit sore. But it won’t be

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

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,

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,

and chin. The buckle catches against my lip, a touch of chill against the warmth of

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

“Cara…”

your mother. Adam too. Now,

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

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

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

course I am, Sir. It’s

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, masculine; the faint ‘just laundered’

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

my cheek, 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 down the zipper. Then he stands,

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 in, but

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 the head.

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

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

releasing me, stretching upright to

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

Above me, Richard huffs…

me, 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

he stands before me, his fingers tangling into my hair again, screwing tight

my naked skin, his heart pumps against my breasts. The hardness

my hair, he pulls back, again locking my face

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

I do so, then without waiting

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

I both wish to be able to enjoy the results of our efforts.” But his pants

the steel tongue to a perforation

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

my arms. He snaps one cuff to a carabiner,

forehead. “I’ll just be a

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

says Richard. “I always feel that

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 taut, my

belong to Cara, don’t they. I’ll look forward to being able to enjoy full

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

Master is

This too, he passes

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 exposed. They leave me a little movement. I can’t close my ankles, but

hands either

“I’m fine.”

inside; streaming and swelling.

to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

“So you are.” Still holding my face, he kisses me softly, brushes fingers over my lips, then returns to Beth. Looping an arm around her, he drops a hand to stroke her

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

“we will all share

pussy, already heating, shivers

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

accelerating, obviously so as the flesh of my raised breasts

stands close, very close. “Ankles wider, Charlotte. I gave you some

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

obey, the tresses of the flogger flash across my buttocks, a sting that jolts the plug and whips the air into my lungs, followed by another stroke that sets it gasping out

instructs, Charlotte. You know what is expected

to move, I widen my ankles

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

“Coming right up.”

the half-minute it takes to grind the gears forward a notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my

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

so before I reply, leather tongues swipe behind

down’s not going to

pulses hot juices down

Elizabeth watch while I enjoy the use of your

My pussy is hot and wet. And

along his

be more

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

“for this occasion, I brought my own

to Beth. Her eyes are wide, pupils huge and black.

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

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 the depth of the friendship between you, that

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

in my

pregnancy, I agreed…” He casts across to his heavily breathing wife… “… I believe Elizabeth is looking forward to watching your response when I use her gift

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

waist, pushes my chin up with the pommel of the flogger. “I’m going to fuck you with

thighs. His face close to my loins, he

looks at me, his hands roaming, sliding down and around

“Perhaps I should have Elizabeth present herself this way too...” He plucks at hair already

slung around her shoulder, he gives Beth a squeeze… “Sometimes smooth. Sometimes not.” The other arm, lower down, inside her robe, is exploring Beth’s

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

arms folded, with the paddle loose in his hand, he’s putting on a casual front, but his stance is uneasy as he shifts his weight

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,

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

And I yell…

kiss. My Master brought down the paddle hard and it hurt… the sting on my buttocks… the

rhythmically up and down inside me, his

of the

And another…

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

buzzing in

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

out from my core and

could, I would

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

all merge and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through me in

For God’s

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

eyes. I’d not realised they were

standing side-by-side, watching me as though they should be taking notes. Michael, sitting by Beth, is laughing. Beth’s mouth hangs

my Master, “We

as chocolate and brimming

going to fuck her now?”