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

Today, you will fly.” The

Who needs wings?

soft leather,

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

to cup Beth’s cheek. “You’re sure, my Love,

a bit sore. But it won’t be

it is. You enjoy yourself.” He exchanges nods with

the grain curling golden. In the other hand, he holds cuffs. Perhaps he bought them as a set. The leather of both falls and

then strokes one of the cuffs against my cheek. The fur-lined leather is cool on my skin, flexing against my flesh, supple and smooth. My breath catches and Richard, looking

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 of his

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

“Cara…”

Adam

the fingers, a little awkwardly around the cuff. “Yes,

stoops to kiss me, softly, brushing his lips over mine. “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. You are his

paired fingers, he meets me with his blue-eyed gaze.

I am, Sir.

his tan is all but gone. So close now, the warm musk of his body

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

trousers. Moving slowly and deliberately, he unravels his belt, slips

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 into my hair. He’s

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

touch soft, I probe 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, squeezing a little, he hardens, the head swelling in my mouth as I suck and

faint scratch of coarser hairs on my skin, the hard kernels; shifting them in my palm as, with the tips of my

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

Above me, Richard huffs…

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

holds me close, but not so close that he can’t look down into my face. Tall and straight he stands before me, his fingers tangling into my hair again, screwing tight enough to tug

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 too,

hair, he pulls back, again locking my

gaze across to where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling at each end.

do so, then without waiting for the instruction,

might make a change. But James and Richard agreed that it’s easier for the two of them to work you

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

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

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

I raise my arms. He snaps one cuff to a

kisses her forehead. “I’ll just be a

as he winds the supporting chain higher,

“I always feel that a good sub appreciates a little

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

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

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

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

a wall hoop. This too, he passes to Richard who

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

hands either side of my

“I’m fine.”

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

want to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

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

whispers, “Richard wants to taste you now. In a while, he will fuck you. And so will I.” He steers my chin toward Michael, who

“we will all share

heating,

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

flesh of my

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

my feet further apart, but I’m tottering. Richard nudges at my ankles with his shoes, his breath sighing over me as my pussy trickles. “Wider,

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

Charlotte. You know what is

Master.” Shuffling to move, I widen my ankles

little more, please. I’d like to feel the tension in her muscles. Her weight on her feet but only

“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

what’s left of my balance and my weight drops onto my wrists before Richard

or so before I reply, leather tongues swipe behind my thighs again, biting in. Only a single

not going to be

doesn’t care. Pussy pulses hot juices down

enjoy having Elizabeth watch while I enjoy

hot and wet.

my Master’s voice. “What will you use, Richard?” Then again on the edge of my peripheral vision, movement, as he strolls along

more within my

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 rubber

fact,” says Richard, “for this occasion, I brought my

he strolls across to Beth. Her eyes are wide, pupils huge and black. She dimples a smile at me as

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

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

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

in my

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

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

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

to his knees and plants his palms to curve inside my thighs. His face close to my loins, he inhales. “You

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

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

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

Charlotte, to have you lick me clean, but I

one side, my Master sucks in his cheeks. “You too, Richard? You’re going to be busy, Charlotte.” Legs astride, arms folded, with the paddle loose in his hand, he’s putting on a casual front, but his stance is uneasy as he shifts his weight

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

me and Richard releases me. One hand moves to centre-forward position, diving in and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into me

And I yell…

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

up and down inside

stroke of

And another…

my juices streaming hot down over Richards's hand and down between my thighs. The heat of his mouth over my tortured-ecstatic clit… The pain…

buzzing in my

into my Master’s pleasure room, my climax is coming. And

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

could, I would

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

all merge and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through me in

Red! For God’s

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

eyes. I’d not realised they

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

casts to my Master, “We can declare that

as chocolate and brimming

is going to fuck her now?” Mischief