Hot Revenge Box Set 4

Chapter 50

“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

Today, you will fly.” The feather-touch traces over my spine

Who needs wings?

velvety soft leather, flicking

Michael, my Bright Angel, sits with Beth, cradling her on

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

bit

to hers. “Of course it is. You enjoy yourself.” He

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 and bees, is velvet-dark as the pelt of some great black

cheek. The fur-lined leather is cool on my skin, flexing against my flesh,

the strap over, stroking the fur over my forehead, then my cheek and chin.

feels: What you are

“Cara…”

mother. Adam too. Now, relax.

head, leaning into his hand, kissing the fingers, a

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

paired fingers, he meets me with his blue-eyed gaze.

I am, Sir. It’s a

now, the warm musk of his body washes over me and I inhale deeply; his

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

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

steel of his waiting erection. As I slide fingers around his length, Richard slips hands around the back of my head and into

already seeping, a dewy trail shines from the slit. Kissing away

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

the soft and yielding skin, the faint scratch of coarser hairs on my skin, the hard kernels; shifting

releasing me, stretching upright

into my hair, tight; controlling me, steering me back and forth. “You have to try harder than that, Charlotte. I think

Above me, Richard huffs…

me as he hauls me to my feet. “Let’s see if we can improve

face. Tall and straight he stands before me, his fingers tangling into

chest and ribs pushing against me, his body heat permeates through his shirt to my naked skin, his heart pumps against my breasts. The hardness at his groin too, presses

gripping my hair, he pulls back, again locking my face

across to where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling

waiting

make a change. But James and Richard agreed that it’s easier for the two of them

dances in his eyes. “Quite right. Richard and I both wish to be able to enjoy the

to a perforation in the leather, then

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

jerks his chin up and I raise my arms. He snaps one cuff to

her forehead. “I’ll just be

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

always feel that a good sub appreciates a little

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

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

silhouette

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

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

Master repeats this 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 exposed. They leave me a little movement. I can’t close my ankles, but I could widen them,

stands, saunters close, resting his hands either

“I’m fine.”

streaming and swelling. But the plug is

to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

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

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

adds Richard, “we

pussy, already heating, shivers and

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

of my raised breasts

Charlotte. I gave you

move my feet further apart, but I’m tottering. Richard nudges at my ankles

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

Charlotte. You know what

Master.” Shuffling to move, I widen my ankles

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

“Coming right up.”

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

drops onto my wrists before Richard snakes

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

down’s not going to

pulses hot juices down

Elizabeth watch while I enjoy

is hot and wet. And swollen.

use, Richard?” Then again on the edge of my peripheral vision, movement, as he strolls along his racks and shelves. His eyes

to be more within my

Deliberately?

For sure…

he picks out a crop, brings it down on his palm with a Smack! then replaces it, before moving

this occasion, I

eyes are wide, pupils huge and black. She

strolls back, offering it up to me for inspection. It’s another flogger: a

and sets Pussy twitching out another gush of juices. “I think it is a fine measure of

enough to feel it at all. But my

in my chains, I

from her pregnancy, I agreed…” He casts across to his heavily breathing wife… “… I believe Elizabeth is

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 would.” He repeats it, on the other side, again, a touch more force, smarting a

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…

my loins,

at me, his hands roaming, sliding down and around my thighs, then up

He plucks at hair already wet with my own juices.

Beth a squeeze… “Sometimes smooth. Sometimes not.” The other arm, lower down, inside her

Charlotte, to have you lick me clean, but I

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

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

behind me and Richard releases me. One hand moves to centre-forward position, diving in and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into me

And I yell…

down the paddle hard and it hurt… the sting on my buttocks… the

wrist rhythmically up and down inside me,

of the

And another…

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

in

into my Master’s pleasure room, my climax

out from my core and taking the rest

I could, I would fall… But I

twitching, my mouth screaming, my

all merge and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing

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

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 Beth, is laughing.

my Master, “We

chocolate and brimming with suppressed

says Beth… “Which of you is going to fuck her now?”

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