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.”

do you think

your floggers,

you will fly.” The

Who needs wings?

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

Angel, sits with Beth, cradling her on his lap.

sure, my Love, that this is enough

are still a bit sore. But it won’t be long now. Is…

“Of course it is. You enjoy yourself.” He exchanges nods with Michael,

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

cool on my skin, flexing against my flesh, supple and smooth. My breath catches

cheek and chin. The buckle

feels: What you are going to feel. You have nothing to worry about. All is

“Cara…”

mother. Adam

the fingers, a little

over mine. “That’s better. Now, there are more here than just you and I. Beth loves her husband and would like to

away, letting Richard move closer. Pushing my chin up with paired fingers, he meets me with his blue-eyed gaze. “You’re

I am, Sir.

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 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 bulge. Rolling my eyes upward, I see his head drop back, mouth opening as, briefly, he raises his face to the

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

skin, the wiry fuzz of hair, the velvet and steel of his waiting erection. As I slide fingers around his length, Richard slips hands around the back of my head and into my hair. He’s not quite pulling me in,

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 comes the exhalation of

thread that clings to my lips. Ringing

cock with 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 the tips of my fingers, I press into his groin, massaging the root of

stretching upright

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…

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

my face. Tall and straight he stands before me, his fingers tangling into my hair again,

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

again locking my face with his.

I follow his gaze across to where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling

waiting for the instruction, offer up

Saint Andrew’s cross might make a change. But James and Richard agreed that

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

buckles the cuffs to me, drawing the steel tongue to a perforation in the leather, then more tightly to the next. “Comfortable? Not

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

chin up and I raise my arms. He snaps one cuff to a

her forehead. “I’ll just

the supporting chain higher, and with an oiled squeak from the gears, my hands are raised, my arms

always feel that a good

Clunk, locking into position. My waist and

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

my silhouette with his hands. Brushing over my

my thighs, he pauses. At my feet, my Master is cuffing

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

her up, Michael.” 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 could widen them, except that I’m already

saunters close, resting his hands either side of

“I’m fine.”

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

to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

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

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

“we will all share

already heating,

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

obviously so as the flesh of my

wider, Charlotte. I gave you some latitude, but I expect you to open

nudges at my ankles with his shoes, his

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 by another stroke that sets it gasping out

know what is

to move, I widen

raise her a little more, please. I’d like to feel the tension in her muscles.

“Coming right up.”

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 my

my weight drops onto my wrists before Richard snakes an arm around my

the words. In the second or so before I reply, leather tongues swipe behind my thighs again, biting in. Only a single stroke

not going to be

pulses

you enjoy having Elizabeth watch while I enjoy the use of your

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

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 dart to mine, then away again. “Perhaps something with more bite?” He

to be more within my

Deliberately?

For sure…

Smack! then replaces it, before moving

Richard, “for this occasion,

Her eyes are wide, pupils huge and black. She dimples a smile at me as she passes

and strolls back, offering it up to me for inspection. It’s another flogger: a

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 juices. “I think it is a fine measure of the

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

my chains,

gives 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 breathing wife… “… I believe Elizabeth is looking forward to watching

again, as my breath catches, harder across my thighs, enough to warm. “You like that, Charlotte?

the flogger. “I’m going to fuck you with this in a while,

palms to curve inside my thighs. His face close to my loins, he inhales. “You smell wonderful, Charlotte. Your Master was right.

at me, his hands roaming, sliding

at hair already

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

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 grin

the paddle loose in his hand, he’s putting

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

and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into me with his tongue.

And I yell…

kiss. My Master brought down the paddle hard and it hurt… the sting on my buttocks… the press of the

at me, his wrist rhythmically up and down inside me, his face presses in, tonguing

stroke of

And another…

juices streaming hot down over Richards's hand and down between

buzzing in

inside. Already primed, ready before we stepped into my Master’s

radiating out from my core and taking the rest of

I would fall…

screaming, my brain full of nothing

and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through me in a

For God’s sake,

my body 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

I’d

my Master are standing side-by-side, watching me as though they should be taking notes. Michael, sitting

to my Master, “We can declare that a success

as chocolate and brimming with

is going to