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 floggers,

Today, you will fly.” The

Who needs wings?

soft leather, flicking by. “Kneel

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

cup Beth’s cheek. “You’re sure, my

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

You enjoy yourself.” He exchanges nods

smooth, polished timber, the grain curling golden. In the other hand, he holds cuffs. Perhaps he bought them as a set.

passes 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 and smooth. My

fur over my forehead, then my cheek and chin. The buckle catches against my lip, a touch of chill

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

“Cara…”

Adam too. Now,

kissing the fingers, a little awkwardly

you and I. Beth loves her husband and would like to see that you are servicing him appropriately. You are

with paired fingers, he meets me with

am, Sir.

tan is all but gone. So close now, the warm musk of his

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

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.

and steel of his waiting erection. As I slide fingers around

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

trickle of precum, then sucking away the viscous thread that

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

abruptly releasing me, stretching upright to clasp fingers

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

Above me, Richard huffs…

spinning me as he hauls me to my feet.

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

his body heat permeates through his shirt to my naked skin, his heart pumps against my breasts. The hardness at his groin too,

hair, he pulls back, again

a carabiner dangling at each end. Arm outheld, he invites me to

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

“I did suggest, Charlotte, that the Saint Andrew’s cross might make a change. But James and

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

drawing the steel tongue to a perforation in the leather, then more tightly to the next.

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

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

forehead. “I’ll just be

supporting chain higher, and with an oiled

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

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

belong to Cara,

palms flat, tight over the line of my waist and hip, outlining my silhouette

my Master is cuffing

wall hoop. This too, he passes to

are eased apart, my thighs opened, my sex exposed. They leave

hands either side

“I’m fine.”

better than fine. I’m warm inside; streaming and swelling. But the plug

to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

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

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

adds Richard, “we will all share

already heating, shivers and

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

obviously so as the flesh of my raised

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

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

it takes me to obey, the tresses of the flogger flash across my buttocks, a sting that jolts the plug and whips the air into my lungs, followed by another stroke

know what is

to move, I

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

“Coming right up.”

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 my

straining, I lose what’s left of my balance 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

tight 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

not going to be

doesn’t care. Pussy pulses hot juices down my

having Elizabeth watch while I enjoy the use of

pussy is hot and wet. And swollen. And aching… “Yes, Sir. I

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?”

more within

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

says Richard, “for this occasion, I brought my

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

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

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 friendship between you, that she should ask me to use such a

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

in my chains, I

for Elizabeth while she recovers from her pregnancy, I agreed…” He casts across

lashes 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,

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

my thighs. His face close to my loins, he inhales. “You smell wonderful, Charlotte. Your Master was right. We’re both…” … He

his forehead against my belly. Kneeling back, he looks at me, his hands

Elizabeth present herself this way too...” He plucks at hair already wet with my own juices. Pussy

too.” One arm slung around her shoulder, he gives Beth

slick with my arousal. He withdraws, then sucks the fingers. “I’m tempted, Charlotte, to have you lick me clean, but I think I’ll wait. You can

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

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

in and up, finger-fucking me as

And I yell…

hard and it hurt… the sting on my buttocks… the press of the plug as the paddle jolts it into

Richard pumps at me, his wrist rhythmically up and down inside me, his face presses in,

of

And another…

over Richards's hand and down between

in

ready before we stepped into my Master’s pleasure

out from my core

I could, I would fall… But

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

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

Red! For

Blind and deaf, to anything outside my own skin, I quiver and shiver my way back to earth, drifting down through

my eyes. I’d not

me as though they should be taking notes. Michael, sitting by

to my Master, “We can declare that a

dark as chocolate and brimming with suppressed laughter, “Oh,

to fuck her now?” Mischief