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

your

Today, you will fly.” The

Who needs wings?

soft leather, flicking by.

Bright Angel,

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

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

is. You enjoy yourself.” He exchanges nods with Michael, then returns to stand by my

other hand, he holds

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

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

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

“Cara…”

is with your mother. Adam too. Now, relax. Calm yourself.

hand, kissing the fingers, a little awkwardly around

better. Now, there are more here than just you and I. Beth loves her husband and would like to see that you are servicing him appropriately. You are his

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

course I am, Sir.

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

presses through his pants. Leaning forward just a little, a hand resting either side of his hips, I press my lips to him, kissing the bulge. Rolling my eyes

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 he

wiry fuzz of hair, the velvet and steel of his waiting erection. As I slide fingers around

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

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, squeezing a little, he hardens, the head

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

me, stretching upright

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

Above me, Richard huffs…

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

me, his fingers tangling into my hair again, screwing tight enough to tug at my scalp. Then leaning in, he reels me in, kissing me; an open-mouthed penetration

his heart pumps against my breasts. The hardness at his groin too, presses at my loins as

pulls back, again locking my face

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

then without waiting for the instruction,

cross might make a change. But

Richard and I both wish to be able to enjoy the results of our efforts.” But his pants are straining. I think he’s

the cuffs to me, drawing the steel tongue to a perforation in the leather,

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

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

forehead. “I’ll just be

he winds the supporting chain higher,

“I always

tugged upward, my weight now only just on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist and thighs are pulled taut, my heavy breasts

at 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

my silhouette with his hands. Brushing over my

feet, my Master is cuffing my left ankle. He passes the

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

are eased apart, my thighs opened, my sex exposed. They leave me a little movement. I can’t

saunters close, resting his hands either side of my

“I’m fine.”

inside; streaming and swelling. But the plug is

want to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

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

by my face, my Master whispers, “Richard wants to taste you now. In a while, he will fuck you. And so will I.” He steers my chin toward Michael, who grins. “Your Golden Lover too. And

adds Richard, “we

pussy, already heating,

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

the flesh of my raised breasts bounces and vibrates to

close. “Ankles wider, Charlotte. I gave you some latitude, but I expect you to open for

Richard nudges at my ankles with his shoes, his breath sighing over me as my pussy trickles.

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

know what is expected

Shuffling to move, I

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

“Coming right up.”

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

left of my balance and my weight drops onto my wrists before Richard snakes an arm around my waist to support me.

or so before I reply, leather tongues swipe behind my thighs again, biting in. Only a single stroke this time,

down’s not going to be fun

Pussy pulses hot juices down

you enjoy having Elizabeth watch while

hot and dry. My pussy is hot and wet.

behind me, my Master’s voice. “What will you use, Richard?” Then again on the edge of my peripheral vision, movement, as he strolls along his racks and shelves. His eyes

more within my

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

fact,” says Richard, “for this occasion, I brought my own

are wide, pupils huge and black. She dimples a smile at

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

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

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,

in my chains,

a 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

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

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, a

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

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

tangles fingers into my curls, musing. “Perhaps I should have Elizabeth present herself this way too...” He plucks at hair already wet with my own juices. Pussy throbs. “…Then

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

tempted, Charlotte, to have you lick me clean, but I think I’ll wait. You can clean me up elsewhere in a while.” He glances up, his

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

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, only a gurgle rises from

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

And I yell…

the paddle hard and it hurt… the sting on my buttocks… the press

pumps at me, his wrist rhythmically up and

of the

And another…

between my thighs. The heat

buzzing in

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

pulsing, radiating out from my core and taking the rest of

would fall… But I

my mouth screaming, my brain full

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

Red! For

the tsunami, my body out of my control, still gripped by my volcanic orgasm. Blind and deaf, to anything

I open my eyes. I’d not realised they were

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

casts to my Master, “We can declare that

cream, dark as chocolate and brimming with

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