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?

brushes by my cheek: velvety soft

face-to-groin with my Master. Beyond them, Michael, my Bright Angel, sits with Beth, cradling her on

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

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

enjoy yourself.” He exchanges nods with Michael, then returns

in one hand my Master 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 both falls and cuffs, scented of honey and bees, is velvet-dark as the pelt of some great black

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

curving, 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

murmurs. “Forget everything except how this feels: What you are going to

“Cara…”

Adam

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

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

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

I am, Sir.

teeth 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, masculine; the faint ‘just laundered’ scent

lips to him, kissing the bulge. Rolling my eyes upward, I

his trousers. Moving slowly and

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

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. As I suck, from above comes the exhalation of air,

sucking away the viscous thread that clings to my lips. Ringing his shaft at

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

stretching upright to

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

Above me, Richard huffs…

under my arms, lifting; spinning me as he hauls

that he can’t look down into my face. Tall and straight he stands before me, his fingers tangling into my hair

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 at my loins

back, again locking my face with his.

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

then without waiting for the instruction,

that the Saint Andrew’s cross might make a change. But James and Richard agreed that it’s easier for the two of

his eyes. “Quite right. Richard and I both wish to be able to enjoy the results of our

buckles the cuffs to me, drawing the steel tongue to a perforation in the leather, then more tightly

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

chin up and I raise my arms. He snaps one cuff to a carabiner, Richard the other, then together they turn me

“I’ll just be

the rhythmic movement as he winds the supporting chain higher, and with an

little more, I think,” says Richard. “I always feel that a good

I’m tugged upward, my weight now only just on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking

my nipples. “You look good, 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

silhouette with his hands. Brushing over my ass, he

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

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

“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,

his hands either side of

“I’m fine.”

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

want to

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

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

“we will all

heating, shivers and

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

as the flesh of my raised breasts bounces and

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

buttocks, a sting that jolts the plug and whips the air

Richard instructs, Charlotte. You know what is

Master.” Shuffling to move,

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.”

inexorably, my arms are drawn up at the wrists, leaving me teetering on the balls of

weight drops onto my wrists before Richard snakes an arm around my waist to support me. “Perfect. Tell me, Charlotte, do you enjoy

so before I reply,

not going

care. Pussy pulses

having Elizabeth watch while I enjoy the use of your

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

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 more bite?” He speaks

to be more within

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

fact,” says Richard, “for this occasion,

pupils huge and black. She

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

He swishes the falls over my breasts; a whispering movement that caresses my skin and sets Pussy twitching out another

ambles around 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 are heightening, my skin is sensitising, and every contact

my chains,

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

harder across my thighs, enough to warm. “You like that, Charlotte? I thought you would.” He repeats it, on the other side, again, a

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… “… I

to curve inside my thighs. His face close to my loins, he inhales. “You smell wonderful, Charlotte.

Kneeling back, he looks at me, his hands roaming, sliding down and around my thighs,

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

around her shoulder, he gives Beth a squeeze… “Sometimes smooth. Sometimes not.” The other arm, lower

further, slipping paired fingers between pussy lips already slick with my arousal. He withdraws, then sucks the fingers. “I’m tempted, Charlotte, to have

in his cheeks. “You too, Richard? You’re going to be busy, Charlotte.” Legs astride, arms folded, with the paddle loose

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

to centre-forward position, diving in and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into

And I yell…

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

and down inside me, his face presses in, tonguing my

of the

And another…

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

buzzing in my

inside. Already primed, ready before we stepped into my Master’s

rises, throbbing and pulsing, radiating out from my

I could, I would fall… But

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

surge and bloom, euphoria

For God’s

Richard 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

I’d not

me as though they should be taking notes. Michael, sitting by Beth, is laughing. Beth’s

to my Master, “We can declare

as chocolate and brimming with suppressed laughter, “Oh,

you is going to fuck her