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.”

do you think it

your floggers,

fly.” The feather-touch traces over

Who needs wings?

my cheek: velvety soft leather,

with my Master. Beyond them, Michael, my Bright Angel, sits with Beth, cradling her on his lap. Beside

sure, my Love, that this is enough

at a lip. “The tears are still a bit sore.

lips to hers. “Of course it is. You enjoy yourself.” He exchanges nods with Michael, then returns to stand by my

the other hand, he holds cuffs. Perhaps he bought them as a set. The leather of

cuffs against my cheek. The fur-lined leather is cool on my skin,

my forehead, then my cheek and chin. The

he murmurs. “Forget everything except how this feels: What you are going to

“Cara…”

your mother. Adam

leaning into his hand, kissing the fingers, a little

“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.

closer. Pushing my chin up with paired fingers, he meets me

course I am,

all but gone. So close now, the warm musk of his body washes over me and I inhale deeply; his scent;

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 trousers. Moving slowly and deliberately, he unravels his

reach 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 length, Richard slips hands around the back of my head and

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

him, swiping over the trickle of precum, then sucking away the viscous thread that clings to my

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

hisses, abruptly releasing me, stretching upright to clasp

Master’s, knotting into my hair, tight; controlling me, steering me back and forth. “You have to try harder than

Above me, Richard huffs…

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

straight he stands before me, his fingers tangling into my hair again, screwing tight enough to tug at my scalp. Then leaning in, he

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

gripping my hair, he pulls back, again locking my face

across to where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling

waiting for the instruction, offer up my

a change. But

his eyes. “Quite right. Richard and I both wish to be able to enjoy the results of our efforts.” But his pants

perforation in the leather,

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

one cuff to a carabiner, Richard the other, then together they turn me to face

kisses her forehead. “I’ll

vision picks up the rhythmic movement as he winds the supporting chain higher, and with an oiled squeak from the

always feel

gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist and thighs are pulled taut, my heavy breasts lifted by

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

palms flat, tight over the line of my waist and hip, outlining my silhouette with his hands. Brushing over my ass, he nudges

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

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

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

close, resting his hands either side of my face, “Alright,

“I’m fine.”

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

want to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

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

will fuck you. And so will I.” He steers my chin

adds Richard, “we will

already heating, shivers

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

accelerating, obviously so as the flesh of my raised breasts bounces and vibrates

Charlotte. I gave you

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

that jolts the plug and whips the air into my lungs, followed by another stroke that sets it

know what is expected of you

to move,

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

“Coming right up.”

gears forward a notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are drawn

and my weight drops onto my wrists before Richard snakes an arm around my waist to support me. “Perfect.

or so before I reply,

down’s not going to

Pussy pulses hot juices down my

Elizabeth watch while I enjoy the use

My pussy is hot and wet.

along his racks and shelves. His eyes dart to mine, then away again. “Perhaps something with

to be more

Deliberately?

For sure…

Smack! then replaces it, before moving along to pick out another item: a rubber

this occasion, I

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

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

over my breasts; a whispering movement that caresses my skin and sets Pussy twitching out another

casually flicking at my skin. It doesn’t hurt. It’s barely hard enough to feel it at all. But my senses are heightening, my skin is sensitising, and every contact sends

my

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

lashes across my breasts, still lightly, but then again, as my breath catches, harder across my thighs, enough to warm. “You like

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

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

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

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

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

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

Legs astride, arms folded, with the paddle loose in his hand, he’s putting

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

centre-forward position, diving in and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into me with his tongue. And behind, air swishes then something

And I yell…

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

up and down inside

of

And another…

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

in my

Already primed, ready before we stepped into my Master’s pleasure room, my climax is coming. And

and pulsing, radiating out from my core and taking the

I could, I would

my wrists, my body twitching, my mouth screaming, my

and bloom, euphoria billowing through me in a shuddering, shaking rhapsodic

For

body out of my control, still gripped by my volcanic orgasm. Blind and deaf, to anything outside my own skin, I quiver and shiver

open my eyes. I’d not realised they were

me as though they should be taking notes. Michael, sitting by

to my Master, “We can declare

chocolate and brimming with suppressed laughter, “Oh, I think

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

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