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

of your floggers,

Today, you will fly.” The feather-touch traces over

Who needs wings?

my cheek: velvety soft leather,

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

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

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

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

Master holds the flogger, the 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,

is cool on my skin, flexing against my flesh, supple and smooth. My breath catches and Richard, looking down at me, inclines his head

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 feel. You have nothing to worry about. All

“Cara…”

mother. Adam

the fingers, a little awkwardly

than just you and I. Beth loves her husband

Pushing my chin up with paired

course I am, Sir.

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

a little, a hand resting either side of his hips, I press my lips to

over his trousers. Moving slowly and deliberately, he unravels his belt, slips open the button at his waist, slides down the zipper. Then he

steel of his waiting erection. As I slide fingers around his length, Richard slips hands around the back of my head and into

already seeping, a dewy trail shines from the slit. Kissing away the dewdrop, I wrap my lips over 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

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

releasing me, stretching upright

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

Above me, Richard huffs…

stoops, hooking hands under my arms, lifting; spinning me as he hauls

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 open-mouthed penetration

against me, his body heat permeates through 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

he pulls back, again

to where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling

so, then without waiting for the instruction, offer

with Beth, Michael speaks up. “I did suggest, Charlotte, that the Saint Andrew’s cross might make a change. But James and Richard agreed that

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

drawing the steel tongue to a perforation in

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

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

her forehead. “I’ll just be a

supporting chain higher, and with an oiled squeak from the

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

just on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist and thighs are pulled

Charlotte, but of course, just now, these belong to Cara, don’t

the line of my waist and hip, outlining my silhouette with

is cuffing

hoop. This too, he passes to Richard

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

resting his hands either side of my face,

“I’m fine.”

streaming and swelling.

to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

my face, he kisses me softly, brushes fingers over my lips, then returns to Beth. Looping an arm around

will fuck you. And so will I.”

adds Richard, “we will all share

heating,

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

so as the flesh of my raised breasts bounces and vibrates

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

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

the instant 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

Richard instructs, Charlotte. You know what

to move, I widen my

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

“Coming right up.”

notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are drawn up at

Muscles 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

my strained position, my breathing is 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 time,

not going

care. Pussy pulses hot juices down my

Elizabeth watch while I enjoy the use of your

mouth is hot and dry. My pussy is hot and wet.

vision, movement, as he strolls along

to be more

Deliberately?

For sure…

on his palm with a Smack! then replaces it, before moving along to pick out another item: a

“for this occasion, I

twinkling, he strolls across to Beth. Her eyes are wide, pupils huge

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

skin and sets Pussy twitching out another

hard enough to feel it at all. But my

my chains,

she recovers from her pregnancy, I agreed…” He casts across to his

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

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

shoves the flogger into a pocket, drops to his knees and plants his palms to curve inside my thighs. His face close to my loins, he

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

this way too...” He plucks at hair already wet

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

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.

paddle loose in his hand, he’s putting on a casual front, but his stance is uneasy as he shifts his weight from

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,

position, diving in and up, finger-fucking me

And I yell…

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

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

of

And another…

meltdown, my juices streaming hot down over Richards's hand and down between my thighs. The

in my

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

pulsing, radiating out from my

I could, I would fall… But I

screaming, my brain full of nothing but one sensation piled

and bloom, euphoria billowing through

For

orgasm. Blind and deaf,

my eyes. I’d not

though they should be taking notes. Michael, sitting by Beth, is

“We can declare that a

chocolate and brimming with suppressed

going to fuck her now?”

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255