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

of your floggers,

fly.” The feather-touch

Who needs wings?

by my cheek: velvety soft leather,

Master. Beyond them, Michael, my Bright Angel, sits

sure, my Love, that this is enough

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

it is. You enjoy

smooth, polished timber, the grain curling golden. In the other hand, he holds cuffs. Perhaps he bought them as a set.

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, inclines

Master, lips curving, turns the strap over, stroking the fur over my forehead, then my cheek and chin. The buckle catches

this feels: What you are going

“Cara…”

Adam too.

hand, kissing the fingers, a little awkwardly

better. Now, there are more here than just you and I. Beth loves her husband and would like to see that you

move closer. Pushing my chin up with paired fingers,

am, Sir. It’s

his tan is all but gone. So close now, the warm musk of his body

I press my lips to him, kissing the bulge. Rolling my

and, lips wide, I mouth at him over his trousers. Moving slowly and deliberately, he unravels his belt, slips open the

warm skin, the wiry fuzz 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 in, but he holds

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

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, the head swelling in my mouth as I suck and

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 of my fingers, I press into his

hisses, abruptly releasing me, stretching

back and forth. “You have to try harder than that, Charlotte. I think months of

Above me, Richard huffs…

under my arms, lifting; spinning 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 penetration

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

my hair, he pulls back, again

eye-points, and I follow his gaze across to where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling at

so, then without waiting for

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

Richard and I both wish to be

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

kisses her forehead. “I’ll

as he winds the supporting chain higher, and with an

says Richard. “I always feel that a

my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist and thighs are pulled taut, my heavy breasts lifted by

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

continues his journey, his palms flat, tight over the line of my waist and hip, outlining my silhouette with his hands. Brushing over my ass, he nudges at the plug, sending electricity tap-dancing

my Master is

Michael is looping chain through a wall hoop. This too, he passes to Richard who clips the cuff around my ankle, the

the chain to my right; Michael the one to my left, and my ankles are eased apart, my thighs opened, my sex exposed. They

close, resting his hands either side of

“I’m fine.”

inside; streaming and

want to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

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

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

Richard, “we will all

already heating, shivers

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 to

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

my ankles with his shoes, his breath sighing over

that jolts the plug and whips the air into my lungs, followed by another stroke that sets

Charlotte. You know

move, I widen my

will do, Charlotte. Michael, raise her a little more, please. I’d like to feel the tension in her muscles. Her weight on her feet but only

“Coming right up.”

irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are drawn up at

with tension, almost crucified. Muscles straining, I lose what’s left of my balance and my weight drops onto my wrists before Richard

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

down’s not going to

Pussy pulses hot

you enjoy having Elizabeth watch while I

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

Master’s voice. “What will you use, Richard?” Then again on the edge of my peripheral vision, movement, as he strolls along his racks and shelves. His eyes dart to mine, then away again. “Perhaps something with

to be more

Deliberately?

For sure…

a Smack! then replaces it, before moving along to pick out another

says Richard, “for this occasion,

but eyes twinkling, he strolls across to Beth. Her eyes are wide, pupils huge and black. She

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

over my breasts; a whispering movement that caresses my skin and sets Pussy twitching out another gush of juices. “I think it

hurt. It’s barely hard enough to feel it at all. But my senses are heightening, my skin is

in my chains,

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

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

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

plants his palms to curve inside my thighs. His face close to my loins,

resting his forehead against my belly. Kneeling back, he looks at me, his hands roaming, sliding down and around my thighs, then up and over my hips and waist and

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

“Oh, I enjoy the variety too.” One arm slung around her shoulder, he gives Beth a squeeze… “Sometimes smooth. Sometimes not.” The other arm,

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

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, but his stance is uneasy as he shifts his weight from

me, grasping my buttocks, 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

One hand moves to centre-forward position, diving in and up, finger-fucking

And I yell…

it hurt… the sting on my buttocks… the press of the plug as the

at me, his wrist rhythmically up and down inside me,

stroke of

And another…

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

buzzing in my

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

out from my core and

I would fall…

my brain full of nothing but one

surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through me in a shuddering, shaking

Red! For

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

I’d not realised

watching me as though they should be

“We can declare that

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

is going to fuck her