Hot Revenge Box Set 4
Chapter 50
“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
The feather-touch traces
Who needs wings?
velvety soft leather, flicking
Bright Angel, sits with Beth, cradling her
cheek. “You’re sure, my Love,
tears are still a bit sore. But it won’t be long now.
is. You enjoy yourself.” He exchanges nods with Michael, then
swishing 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
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 breath catches and Richard, looking down at me, inclines his
forehead, then my cheek and chin. The buckle catches against my lip,
everything,” he murmurs. “Forget everything except how this feels: What you are going to feel. You have nothing to worry about. All
“Cara…”
mother. Adam too. Now, relax. Calm
head, leaning into his hand, kissing the fingers,
here than just you and I. Beth loves her husband and
move closer. Pushing my chin up with paired fingers, he meets me with his blue-eyed
am,
now, the warm musk of his body washes over
forward just a little, a hand resting either side of his hips, I press my lips to him, kissing the bulge. Rolling my eyes upward, I see his head drop back, mouth opening as, briefly, he raises his face to the
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,
his waiting erection. As I slide fingers around his length, Richard slips hands around
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
with my tongue into 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 at the base with thumb and forefinger, squeezing a
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
stretching upright to
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 pregnant have taken
Above me, Richard huffs…
as he
before me, his fingers tangling into my hair again, screwing tight
his shirt to my naked skin, his heart pumps 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 neck, letting him
pulls back, again locking my face with his.
to where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling at each end. Arm
so, then without waiting for the
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 for the
lips, nonetheless dances in his eyes. “Quite right. Richard and I both wish to be
to a perforation in the leather, then more tightly to the next.
“No, Master. They’re fine.”
and I raise my arms. He snaps one cuff to a carabiner, Richard the other, then together
kisses her forehead. “I’ll just be a
movement as he winds the supporting chain higher,
Richard. “I always feel
chain clinks tighter and I’m tugged upward, my weight now only just on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist
look good, Charlotte, but of course, just now, these belong to Cara,
and hip, outlining my silhouette
thighs, he pauses. At my feet, my Master is cuffing my left ankle.
too, he passes to Richard
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,
saunters close, resting his hands either side of my
“I’m fine.”
and swelling.
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
now. In a while, he will fuck you. And
“we will all share
already heating,
Your tongue…
Lapping through me…
Winding around me…
My clit throbs…
as the flesh of my raised breasts
I gave you some latitude, but
I’m tottering. Richard nudges at my ankles with his shoes, his breath sighing over me as my
a sting that jolts
instructs, Charlotte. You know what is expected of
move,
little more, please. I’d like to
“Coming right up.”
it takes to grind the gears forward a notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are drawn
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 while I
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
pulses hot juices down my
you enjoy having Elizabeth
is hot and wet. And swollen. And aching… “Yes, Sir.
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?” He speaks as though musing to
be more
Deliberately?
For sure…
a Smack! then replaces it, before moving along to
“for this
Beth. Her eyes are wide, pupils huge and black. She dimples a smile at me as she
it up to me for inspection. It’s another flogger:
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
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,
my
for Elizabeth while she recovers from her pregnancy, I agreed…” He casts across to his heavily breathing wife… “… I believe Elizabeth is looking forward
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
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, a little for my own
to my loins, he inhales. “You smell wonderful, Charlotte. Your Master was right. We’re both…” … He glances around the room… “… We’re
against my belly. Kneeling back, he looks at me, his hands roaming, sliding down and around my thighs, then up and over my hips
way too...” He plucks at hair already wet with my own juices. Pussy throbs.
slung around her shoulder, he gives Beth a squeeze… “Sometimes
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
be busy, Charlotte.” Legs astride, 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
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,
behind me and Richard releases 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 slaps across
And I yell…
and it hurt… the sting on my buttocks… the
rhythmically up and down inside me, his face presses in,
stroke of the
And another…
hot down over Richards's hand and down between my thighs. The heat of his mouth over my
in my
ready before we stepped into my Master’s
radiating out from my core and taking the rest of
I could, I would
my wrists, my body twitching, my mouth screaming, my brain full of nothing but one sensation
and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through me in
For God’s
Blind and deaf, to anything outside my
my eyes. I’d not
my Master are standing side-by-side, watching me as though they should be taking notes. Michael, sitting by Beth, is
to my Master, “We
voice thick as whipped cream, dark as chocolate and brimming with suppressed laughter, “Oh, I think
says Beth… “Which of you is going to fuck her
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