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 floggers,

will fly.” The feather-touch traces

Who needs wings?

soft leather, flicking

rise, face-to-groin with my Master. Beyond them, Michael, my Bright Angel, sits with Beth, cradling her on his

cup Beth’s cheek. “You’re sure, my Love,

still a bit sore. But

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

tails 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 some great black cat,

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

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

except how this feels: What you are going to feel. You have

“Cara…”

your mother. Adam too. Now, relax.

leaning into his hand, kissing the fingers, a

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 are servicing him appropriately.

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

am, Sir.

now, the warm musk of his body washes over me and I inhale deeply; his

of his erection 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

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

his waiting erection. As I slide fingers around his length, Richard slips hands around the back of

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

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 swelling in my

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,

hisses, abruptly releasing me, stretching

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 performance. You’re out of

Above me, Richard huffs…

lifting; spinning me as he hauls me to my feet.

and straight he stands before 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

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

gripping my hair, he pulls back, again locking

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

then without waiting for the

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 two

Master’s lips, nonetheless dances in his eyes. “Quite right. Richard and I both wish to be able to

tongue to a perforation in the leather,

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

jerks his chin up and I raise my arms. He snaps one cuff to a carabiner, Richard the other, then together they turn me to

“I’ll just be

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

says Richard. “I always

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

“You look good, Charlotte, but of course, just now, these belong to Cara, don’t they. I’ll look forward to

of my waist and hip, outlining my silhouette with his hands. Brushing over my ass, he

my Master is cuffing my left ankle. He

he passes to Richard who clips the

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 face, “Alright,

“I’m fine.”

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

to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

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

now. In a while, he will fuck you. And so will I.”

“we

heating,

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

of my raised breasts bounces and vibrates to

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

move my feet further apart, but I’m tottering. Richard nudges at my ankles with his

flash across my buttocks, a sting that jolts the plug and whips the air into

Charlotte. You know what is expected of you

Shuffling to move, I widen my

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

“Coming right up.”

gears forward a notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are drawn up at the wrists, leaving me teetering

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

not going to be

doesn’t care. Pussy pulses hot juices down

Elizabeth watch while

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

movement, as he strolls along his racks and shelves. His eyes dart to mine, then away again. “Perhaps something with more bite?”

to be more within my

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

fact,” says Richard, “for this

eyes twinkling, he strolls across to Beth. Her eyes are wide, pupils huge and black. She dimples a

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

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

It doesn’t hurt. It’s barely hard enough to feel it

my chains,

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

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

“I’m going to fuck you with this in a while, but…”

flogger into a pocket, drops to his knees and plants his palms to 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 room…

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

too...” He plucks at hair already wet with my own juices. Pussy throbs. “…Then again, I enjoy the variety. What

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

fingers between pussy lips already 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 clean me up elsewhere in a while.”

too, Richard? You’re going to be busy, Charlotte.” Legs astride, arms folded, with the paddle loose in his

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.

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 I yell…

no love kiss. My Master brought down the paddle hard and it hurt… the sting on my buttocks… the press of the plug as the paddle jolts

his wrist rhythmically up and down inside me,

stroke of the

And another…

juices streaming hot down over Richards's hand and down between my thighs. The heat of his

buzzing in

ready before we stepped into my Master’s pleasure room, my climax

throbbing and pulsing, radiating out from my

I could, I would

mouth screaming, my brain full

and bloom, euphoria billowing through me

For God’s sake,

volcanic orgasm. Blind and deaf, to anything outside my own skin, I

eyes. I’d

they should be taking notes. Michael, sitting by Beth, is laughing. Beth’s

“We can declare that a

cream, dark as chocolate

to fuck her now?” Mischief skitters