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

of your

will fly.” The feather-touch

Who needs wings?

cheek: velvety soft leather,

with my Master. Beyond them, Michael, my Bright Angel, sits with Beth, cradling

cup Beth’s cheek. “You’re sure, my

at a lip. “The tears are still a bit sore. But it won’t be long now. Is… Is that

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

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

The fur-lined leather is cool on my skin, flexing against my flesh, supple and smooth. My breath catches and

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 against the

feels: What you are going to feel.

“Cara…”

mother. Adam too. Now, relax.

his hand, kissing the fingers, a little awkwardly around the cuff.

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

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

I am, Sir.

the warm musk of his body washes over me and I inhale

my lips to him, kissing

a palm to my cheek, caressing my face and, lips 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 the zipper. Then

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

Where he is already seeping, a dewy trail shines from the slit. Kissing away the dewdrop, I wrap my lips over the head. As

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,

almost humid, but I enjoy the soft and yielding skin, the faint scratch of coarser

abruptly releasing me, stretching upright to clasp fingers behind

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 pregnant have taken the edge off your

Above me, Richard huffs…

Master stoops, hooking hands under my arms, lifting; spinning me as he hauls me to my feet.

into my face. Tall and straight he stands before me, his fingers tangling into my hair again, screwing

my naked skin, his heart pumps against my breasts. The hardness at his groin too,

back, again locking my face with

where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling at each end. Arm outheld, he

I do so, then without waiting for

Beth, Michael speaks up. “I did suggest, Charlotte, that the Saint Andrew’s cross might make a change. But James and Richard agreed that it’s easier

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 straining. I think

perforation in the leather, then more

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

I raise my arms. He snaps one cuff to a carabiner, Richard the

forehead. “I’ll just be

vision picks up the rhythmic movement as he winds the supporting chain higher, and with an oiled squeak from

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

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

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

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

Master is cuffing

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

“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, except that I’m

stands, saunters close, resting his hands either side of my

“I’m fine.”

streaming and swelling. But the plug is driving

want to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

face, he kisses me softly, brushes fingers over my lips, then returns to Beth. Looping an arm around her, he drops

In a while, he will fuck you. And so will

adds Richard, “we will all share

already heating, shivers and

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

is accelerating, obviously so as the flesh of my raised

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

nudges at my ankles with his shoes,

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

instructs, Charlotte. You know what is expected

Master.” Shuffling to move, I

“That will do, Charlotte. Michael, raise her a little more, please. I’d like to feel the tension in

“Coming right up.”

grind the gears forward a notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my

and my weight drops onto my wrists before Richard snakes an arm around my waist to support me. “Perfect. Tell me, Charlotte, do you enjoy having my wife watch while I fuck

tight and I’m fighting for the words. In the second or so before I reply, leather tongues swipe behind

down’s not going to be fun

doesn’t care. Pussy pulses hot

the question. Do you enjoy having Elizabeth

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

movement, as he strolls along his racks and shelves. His eyes dart to

to be more within my

Deliberately?

For sure…

a Smack!

Richard, “for this occasion, I brought

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

It’s another flogger: a lovely piece, the

this,” he says, “for my birthday, before we were married.” He swishes 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 a fine measure of the depth of the

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 sends

my chains, I

small smile. “And since you have volunteered to stand in for Elizabeth while she recovers from her pregnancy, I agreed…” He casts across to his heavily breathing wife… “… I believe Elizabeth is looking forward to watching your

still lightly, but then again, as my breath catches, harder across my thighs, enough to warm. “You like

“I’m going to fuck

flogger into a pocket, drops to his knees and plants his palms to curve inside my thighs. His face close to my loins, he

hands roaming, sliding down and around

He plucks at hair already wet with my own juices. Pussy throbs. “…Then again,

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

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

with the paddle loose in his hand, he’s putting on a casual front, but his stance is uneasy as he shifts his

licks and laps

position, diving in and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes

And I yell…

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

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

of the

And another…

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

buzzing in my

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

from my core and taking the rest of me

would fall…

from my wrists, my body twitching, my mouth screaming, my

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

Red! For God’s

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

eyes. I’d not realised they were

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

Master, “We can declare that

as whipped cream, dark as chocolate and brimming with suppressed laughter,

is going to fuck her now?” Mischief