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 think it

of your

will fly.” The feather-touch

Who needs wings?

by my cheek: velvety soft leather, flicking

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

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

“The tears are still a bit sore. But it

is. You enjoy yourself.” He exchanges nods with Michael, then

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 of honey and bees, is velvet-dark as the pelt of some great

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

my forehead, then my cheek and chin. The buckle catches against my lip, a touch

except how this feels: What you are

“Cara…”

your mother. Adam too. Now,

his hand, kissing the fingers,

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

chin up with paired fingers, he meets me with his

course I am, Sir.

musk of his body washes over me and I inhale deeply; his scent; musky, spicy, masculine; the faint ‘just laundered’ scent of 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

over his trousers. Moving slowly and deliberately, he

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

shaft. Where he is already seeping, a dewy trail shines from the slit. Kissing away the dewdrop, I wrap my lips over the head.

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

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,

releasing me, stretching upright

of 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

Above me, Richard huffs…

spinning me as he

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

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,

back, again locking my face with his. “A

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

without waiting for the instruction,

Charlotte, that the Saint 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

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

the cuffs to me, drawing the steel tongue to a perforation in the leather, then more

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

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

forehead. “I’ll just

as he winds the supporting chain higher, and

I think,” says Richard. “I always feel

I’m tugged upward, my weight now only just on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position.

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

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

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

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

“Tension her up, Michael.” He draws the chain to my right; Michael the one to my left, and my ankles are eased apart,

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

“I’m fine.”

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

want to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

lips, then returns to Beth. Looping an arm around her, he drops a hand to stroke

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

adds Richard, “we will

already heating, shivers and

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

the flesh of my raised breasts bounces and

stands close, very close. “Ankles wider, Charlotte. I gave you some

nudges at my ankles with

flogger flash across my buttocks, a sting that jolts the plug and whips the air into my lungs,

You know what is expected of

to move,

Charlotte. Michael, raise her a little more, please. I’d like

“Coming right up.”

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

quivering with tension, almost 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

words. In the second or so before I reply, leather tongues swipe

not going to

doesn’t care. Pussy pulses hot juices down my

question. Do you enjoy having Elizabeth watch while I enjoy the use of your

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

strolls along his racks and shelves. His eyes dart to mine, then away again.

be more within

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

Richard, “for this

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

it up to me for inspection. It’s another flogger: a lovely piece, the handle bound in plaited red and black

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 the friendship between you, that she should ask me to use such

feel it at all.

my chains,

pregnancy, I agreed…” He casts across to his heavily breathing

but then again, as my breath catches, harder across my thighs, enough to warm. “You like that, Charlotte? I thought you would.” He repeats it,

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

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 inhales. “You smell

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

should have Elizabeth present herself this way too...” He plucks at hair already wet with my own juices. Pussy throbs. “…Then again, I enjoy the variety. What do you think,

crinkle. “Oh, I enjoy the variety too.” One arm slung around her shoulder, he gives Beth a squeeze… “Sometimes smooth. Sometimes not.” The other arm, lower down, inside her robe, is

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

folded, with the paddle loose in

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

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

And I yell…

no love kiss. My Master brought down the paddle hard and it hurt… the sting on

and down inside me, his face presses in,

of

And another…

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

in my

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

out from my core and taking the rest of me with

I would

mouth screaming, my brain full of nothing but one sensation

bloom, euphoria billowing through me in a shuddering,

For God’s sake,

my control, still gripped by my volcanic orgasm. Blind and deaf, to anything outside my own skin,

open my eyes. I’d not realised they

Master are standing side-by-side, watching me as though they should be taking notes. Michael, sitting by Beth, is laughing. Beth’s

casts to my Master, “We can

cream, dark as chocolate and brimming with suppressed laughter, “Oh, I think

you is going to