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 floggers,

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

Who needs wings?

by my cheek: velvety soft leather,

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

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

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

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

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

the flogger to Richard, then strokes one of the cuffs against my cheek. The fur-lined leather is cool on my skin, flexing against my flesh, supple

forehead, then my cheek and chin.

What you are going to feel. You have nothing to worry about. All

“Cara…”

Adam too. Now,

hand, kissing the

here than just you and I. Beth loves her husband and would like to

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

I am, Sir.

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

press my lips to him, kissing the bulge. Rolling my eyes upward, I see his head drop back, mouth opening as, briefly, he

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

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

shifts to stand 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 dewdrop, I wrap my lips over the head. As I suck, from above comes the exhalation of air,

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

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,

Richard hisses, abruptly releasing me, stretching upright to clasp fingers

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

Above me, Richard huffs…

my Master stoops, hooking hands under my arms, lifting; spinning me as he

but not so close that he can’t look down into my face. Tall and straight he stands before me, his fingers tangling into my hair again, screwing

against my breasts. The hardness at his groin too, presses at my loins as I accept him, returning the kiss, linking my hands around his

back, again locking my face

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

so, then without waiting for the instruction, offer

cross might make a change. But

my Master’s lips, nonetheless dances in his eyes. “Quite right. Richard and I both wish to be able to enjoy

the steel tongue to a perforation in the leather,

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

arms. He snaps one cuff to a carabiner, Richard the other, then together they

“I’ll just be

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

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

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

these belong to Cara, don’t they. I’ll look

my silhouette with his hands. Brushing over my ass, he nudges at the plug, sending electricity tap-dancing to

feet, my Master is cuffing my left ankle.

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

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

resting his hands

“I’m fine.”

I’m warm inside; streaming and swelling. But

to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

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

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

“we will all share

already heating,

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

as the flesh of my raised breasts bounces

I gave you some

my feet further apart, but I’m tottering. Richard nudges at my ankles with his shoes, his breath sighing over

obey, the tresses of the flogger flash across my buttocks, a sting that jolts the plug and whips the air into my lungs,

know what is expected of

to move, I widen my

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

“Coming right up.”

half-minute it takes to grind the gears forward a notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are drawn up at the wrists, leaving

Richard snakes an arm around my waist

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

down’s not going to be

doesn’t care. Pussy pulses hot

Do you enjoy having Elizabeth watch while I enjoy the

dry. My pussy is hot and wet.

peripheral vision, movement, as he strolls along his racks and shelves. His eyes dart to mine, then away again. “Perhaps something with

more

Deliberately?

For sure…

brings it down on his palm with a Smack! then replaces it, before moving along to pick out

Richard, “for this occasion, I

to Beth. Her eyes are wide, pupils huge and black. She dimples a smile at me as she passes something

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

twitching out another gush of juices. “I think it is a fine measure of the depth of the

It’s barely hard enough to feel it at all. But my senses are

my chains, I

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

harder across my thighs, enough to warm. “You like that, Charlotte? I thought you would.” He repeats

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 think,

drops to his knees and plants his palms to curve inside my thighs. His face close to my loins, he inhales. “You smell wonderful, Charlotte. Your Master was right.

forehead against my belly. Kneeling back, he looks at me, his hands roaming, sliding down and

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

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

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

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 one foot to

Richard slides hands behind 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 my tensioned body can only tremble and shudder. And somehow, I’ve lost the power of speech,

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

And I yell…

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

wrist rhythmically up and down inside me, his face presses in, tonguing my

of the

And another…

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

in my

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

my core and taking

I could, I would fall… But

mouth screaming, my brain full

bloom, euphoria billowing

For God’s

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

eyes. I’d not

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

Master, “We can declare that a success

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

to fuck