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

of your

will fly.” The feather-touch

Who needs wings?

my cheek: velvety soft leather, flicking by. “Kneel

them, Michael, my Bright Angel, sits with Beth,

to cup Beth’s cheek. “You’re sure,

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

hers. “Of course it is. You enjoy yourself.” He

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

of the cuffs against my cheek. The fur-lined leather is cool on my skin, flexing against my flesh, supple

strap over, stroking the fur over my forehead, then my cheek and

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

“Cara…”

is with your mother. Adam

leaning into his hand, kissing the fingers, a

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

chin up with paired fingers, he meets me with his blue-eyed

course I am, Sir. It’s

his teeth 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

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 upward, I see his

my cheek, caressing my face and, lips wide, I mouth at him over his trousers. Moving slowly and

inside, past soft fabric to warm skin, the wiry fuzz of hair, the velvet and steel of his waiting erection. As I slide fingers around his

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 exhalation of air,

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 swelling in my mouth as I suck and

the faint scratch of coarser hairs on my skin, the hard kernels; shifting them in my

stretching upright to clasp fingers behind

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

Above me, Richard huffs…

arms, lifting; spinning me as he hauls me to my feet. “Let’s

close that 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 to tug at my scalp. Then leaning in, he reels me in, kissing me;

chest and ribs pushing against me, his body heat permeates through his shirt to my naked skin, his heart pumps against my breasts.

back, again locking my face with his. “A little

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

I do so, then without waiting

Charlotte, that the Saint Andrew’s cross might make a change. But James and Richard agreed that it’s easier for the two of them to work you from

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

perforation in the leather, then more

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

jerks his chin up and I raise my arms. He snaps one cuff to a carabiner, Richard the

her forehead. “I’ll just be

my peripheral vision picks up the rhythmic movement as he winds the supporting chain higher, and with an

“I always feel that a

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

belong to Cara, don’t they. I’ll look forward

hip, outlining my silhouette with his hands. Brushing over my ass, he nudges at the plug,

he pauses. At my feet, my Master is cuffing my left ankle. He passes the other cuff

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

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

his hands either side of

“I’m fine.”

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

to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

softly, brushes fingers over my lips, then returns to Beth. Looping an arm around her,

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

adds Richard, “we will all share

pussy, already heating, shivers

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

the flesh of my raised breasts bounces and vibrates to

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

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

the tresses of the flogger flash across my buttocks, a sting that jolts the plug

You know what is expected of

to move, I widen my ankles

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

“Coming right up.”

Beth for the half-minute it takes 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

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

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 time, but the stripes glow

going to

care. Pussy pulses hot juices down my

the question. Do you enjoy having Elizabeth watch

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

“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 dart to mine, then away again. “Perhaps something

more

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

to Beth. Her eyes are wide, pupils huge and black. She dimples a smile

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

the falls over my breasts; a whispering movement that caresses my skin and sets Pussy twitching out another gush of juices. “I

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

in my

agreed…” He casts across to his heavily breathing wife… “… I believe Elizabeth is looking forward to watching your response when I use her gift on

he 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

around my 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

inside my thighs. His face close to my loins, he inhales. “You smell wonderful, Charlotte. Your

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

He plucks at hair already wet with my own

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

paired 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,

astride, arms folded, with the paddle loose in his hand, he’s putting on a casual front, but his stance is

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

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…

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

at me, his wrist rhythmically up and down inside me, his face

of

And another…

between my thighs. The heat of his

in my

into my Master’s pleasure room,

radiating out from my core and taking the rest of me with

would

twitching, my mouth screaming, my brain full of

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

For God’s

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 back to earth, drifting down through clouds and

eyes. I’d

as though they should be taking notes. Michael,

to my Master, “We can

voice thick as whipped cream, dark as chocolate and brimming with suppressed laughter, “Oh, I

of you is going to fuck her now?” Mischief