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 it

of your floggers,

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

Who needs wings?

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

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

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

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

is. You enjoy yourself.”

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

is cool on my skin, flexing against my flesh, supple

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

everything except how this feels: What you are

“Cara…”

with your mother. Adam too. Now, relax. Calm yourself.

the fingers, a little

there are more here than just you and I. Beth loves her

with paired fingers, he meets me with his

am,

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 deeply; his scent; musky, spicy, masculine; the faint ‘just laundered’

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

him over his trousers. Moving slowly and deliberately, he

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 length,

dewy trail shines from the slit. Kissing away the dewdrop, I wrap my lips over the head. As I suck, from

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,

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;

abruptly releasing me, stretching upright to clasp fingers

movement. Richard’s 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

Above me, Richard huffs…

hands under my arms, lifting; spinning me as

look down into my face. Tall and straight he stands before me, his fingers tangling into my

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

back, again locking my face

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

do so, then without waiting

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

eyes. “Quite right. Richard and I both wish to be able

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

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

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

kisses her forehead. “I’ll just be

rhythmic movement as he winds the supporting chain higher, and with an oiled squeak from the gears, my hands are

always feel that a good sub appreciates a little

weight now only just on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into

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

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

pauses. At my feet, my Master is cuffing

the right, Michael is looping chain through a wall hoop. This too, he passes to Richard who

eased apart, my thighs

saunters close, resting his hands either side of my face,

“I’m fine.”

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

want to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

“So you are.” Still holding my face, he kisses me softly, brushes fingers over my lips, then returns to Beth. Looping an arm around her, he

a while, he will fuck you. And

“we

already heating, shivers and

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

heart is accelerating, obviously so as the flesh of my raised

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

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

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

know

move,

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

“Coming right up.”

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

crucified. Muscles straining, I lose what’s left of my balance and my weight drops onto my wrists before Richard snakes an arm around 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,

down’s not going to be fun

Pussy doesn’t care. Pussy pulses hot juices down

you enjoy having Elizabeth

dry. My pussy is hot and wet. And swollen. And

of my peripheral vision, movement, as he strolls along his racks

be more within my

Deliberately?

For sure…

picks out a crop, brings it down on his palm with a Smack! then replaces

this occasion, I brought my own

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

It’s another flogger: a lovely piece,

twitching out another gush of juices. “I think it is

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

my chains, I

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

breath catches, harder across my thighs, enough to warm. “You like that, Charlotte? I thought you would.” He repeats it, on the other side, again,

arm around my waist, pushes my chin up with the pommel of the flogger. “I’m going to fuck you with

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.

me, his hands roaming, sliding down and around my thighs, then up and over my hips

have Elizabeth present herself this way too...” He plucks at hair already wet with my own juices. Pussy throbs. “…Then

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

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

to be busy, Charlotte.” Legs astride, arms folded, with the paddle loose

hands behind me, grasping my buttocks, pushing 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

diving in and up, finger-fucking

And I yell…

it hurt… the sting on my buttocks… the press

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

of

And another…

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

in

before we stepped into my Master’s pleasure room, my climax is coming.

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

could, I would fall… But

body twitching, my mouth screaming, my brain full of nothing but one sensation

all merge and surge and bloom, euphoria

Red! For God’s sake,

But I’m still riding the tsunami, my body out of my control, still gripped by my volcanic orgasm. Blind and deaf, to anything outside my own skin, I quiver

eyes. I’d not realised they were

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

my Master, “We can declare

cream, dark as chocolate

you is going to fuck her now?” Mischief skitters over