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

of your floggers,

you will fly.” The feather-touch traces over my spine

Who needs wings?

soft leather, flicking

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

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

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

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

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,

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

curving, turns the strap over, stroking the fur over my forehead, then my cheek and chin. The buckle catches against my lip,

you are going to feel. You have nothing to worry about.

“Cara…”

Adam too.

leaning into his hand, kissing the fingers, a little awkwardly around the

brushing his lips over mine. “That’s better. Now, there are more here than just you and I. Beth loves her

Pushing my chin up with paired fingers, he meets

am,

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’ scent

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,

wide, I mouth at him over his trousers. Moving slowly

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 into my hair. He’s not quite pulling me in,

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

thread that clings to my lips. Ringing his shaft at the base with thumb and forefinger, squeezing a little, he hardens, the head

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

releasing me, stretching upright to clasp fingers behind his

Richard’s fingers are replaced by my Master’s, knotting into my hair, tight; controlling me, steering me back and forth. “You

Above me, Richard huffs…

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

into my hair again,

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 at his groin

gripping my hair, he pulls back, again

to where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling

I do so, then without waiting

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 either

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

me, drawing the steel tongue to a perforation

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

and I raise my arms. He snaps one cuff to a carabiner, Richard the other, then together they turn me to

her forehead. “I’ll just

chain higher, and with an oiled squeak

always feel that a good sub appreciates

feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My

but of course, just now, these belong to Cara, don’t they. I’ll look forward to being able

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 to

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

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

resting his hands either side

“I’m fine.”

warm inside; streaming and swelling. But the plug is driving

to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

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

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

adds Richard, “we

pussy, already heating, shivers

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

the flesh of my raised breasts bounces and vibrates

I gave you some latitude, but I expect

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

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

as Richard instructs, Charlotte. You know what is

move, I

more, please. I’d like to feel the

“Coming right up.”

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

before Richard snakes an arm around my waist to support me. “Perfect.

In the second or so before I reply, leather tongues swipe behind my thighs again, biting

down’s not going

pulses hot juices down my

you enjoy having Elizabeth watch while I enjoy the use of

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

behind me, my Master’s 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 speaks as though musing to

more within my

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

says Richard, “for this

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

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

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 depth of

a complete circuit, 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

in my

you have volunteered to stand in for Elizabeth while she recovers from her pregnancy, I agreed…” He casts across to his heavily breathing

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

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

palms to curve inside my thighs. His face close to my loins, he inhales. “You smell wonderful, Charlotte. Your Master was right. We’re both…” …

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

into my curls, musing. “Perhaps I should have Elizabeth present herself this way too...” He plucks at hair already wet with my own juices. Pussy throbs. “…Then again,

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

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. You can clean me up elsewhere in a while.” He

to be busy, Charlotte.” Legs astride, arms folded, with the paddle loose in his hand, he’s putting on a casual front, but his

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

diving in and up, finger-fucking me

And I yell…

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

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

of

And another…

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

in my

Already primed, ready before we stepped into my

from my core

I would

my mouth screaming, my brain full of nothing

heat-pleasure-pain-sting-ecstasy all merge and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through

For God’s

volcanic orgasm. Blind and deaf, to anything outside my own skin, I quiver and shiver my way back to earth, drifting down through

eyes. I’d

Master are standing side-by-side, watching me as though they should

to my Master, “We can declare that

as whipped cream, dark as chocolate and brimming

says Beth… “Which of you is going to fuck her now?” Mischief skitters over