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

your

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

Who needs wings?

velvety soft leather, flicking by. “Kneel

with my Master. Beyond them, Michael, my Bright Angel, sits with Beth, cradling her on his lap. Beside them,

sure, my Love, that this is enough

a bit sore.

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

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

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

my forehead, then my cheek and

this feels: What you are going to feel. You have nothing to worry

“Cara…”

Adam too. Now,

hand, kissing the fingers, a little awkwardly around

to kiss me, softly, 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 to see that you

Master steps away, letting Richard move closer. Pushing my chin up with paired fingers, he meets me

I am, Sir. It’s a

white even though, winter barely over, his tan is all but gone. So close now, the warm musk of his body washes over me

little, a hand resting either side of his hips, I press my lips to

wide, I mouth at him over his trousers. Moving slowly

inside, past soft fabric to 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

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

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

cock 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

me, stretching upright to clasp

the rustling and scraping of movement. 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 than that, Charlotte. I think months of freedom while you were

Above me, Richard huffs…

stoops, hooking hands under my arms, lifting; spinning me as he hauls me to my feet. “Let’s see if we

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

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

hair, he pulls back, again

where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling at

so, then without waiting for the instruction, offer up my

“I did suggest, Charlotte, that the Saint Andrew’s cross might make a change. But James and Richard agreed that it’s easier for the two of them to work you from

that doesn’t touch my Master’s lips, nonetheless dances in his eyes. “Quite right. Richard and I both wish to be able to enjoy the results of our efforts.” But his pants are

steel tongue to a perforation in the leather, then more

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

one cuff to

kisses her forehead. “I’ll just be

off-side, but my peripheral vision picks up the rhythmic movement as he winds the supporting chain higher, and

always

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

“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

and hip, outlining my silhouette with his hands. Brushing

Master is cuffing my left ankle. He passes

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

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

close, resting his hands either side of my face, “Alright,

“I’m fine.”

than fine. I’m warm inside; streaming and swelling.

want to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

you are.” Still holding my face, he kisses me softly, brushes fingers over my lips, then returns to Beth. Looping an arm

“Richard wants to taste you now. In a while, he will fuck you. And so

adds Richard, “we will

already heating, shivers and

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

the flesh of my raised breasts bounces and vibrates to the

you some latitude, but I expect you to open

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

takes me to obey, the tresses of the flogger flash across my buttocks, a sting that

Charlotte. You know what is expected of

to move, I

Michael, raise her a little more, please. I’d like to

“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 me teetering on the balls of

straining, I lose what’s left of my balance and my weight drops onto my wrists before Richard snakes an

and I’m fighting for the 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

not going to be

pulses hot juices down

question. Do you enjoy having Elizabeth watch while I enjoy the use of your

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

on the edge of my peripheral vision, movement, as he strolls along his racks and shelves. His eyes dart to mine, then away again.

more within

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

this

eyes twinkling, he strolls across to Beth. Her eyes are wide, pupils huge

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

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

hurt. It’s barely hard enough to feel it at all. But my senses are heightening, my skin is sensitising, and every contact sends electricity streaking

in my chains, I

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

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

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

His face close to my loins, he inhales. “You smell wonderful, Charlotte. Your

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

He plucks at hair already wet with my own juices. Pussy throbs.

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

He withdraws, then sucks the fingers. “I’m tempted, Charlotte, to have you lick me clean, but

folded, with the paddle loose in his

laps and sucks and, flinging my head back, I groan.

finger-fucking me as

And I yell…

the sting on my buttocks… the

me, his wrist rhythmically up and down inside

of

And another…

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

in my

primed, ready before we stepped into

pulsing, radiating out from my core and

would fall… But I

my body twitching, my mouth screaming, my brain

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

For God’s sake,

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 down

I open my eyes. I’d

should be taking notes. Michael,

to my Master, “We

as chocolate and brimming with suppressed laughter,

of you is going to fuck her now?” Mischief skitters over