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

your

fly.” The feather-touch traces

Who needs wings?

soft leather, flicking

my Bright Angel, sits with Beth, cradling her on

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

chews at a lip. “The tears are still a bit sore. But it won’t be

it is. You enjoy

he holds cuffs. Perhaps he bought them as a

passes the flogger to Richard, 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 down at me, inclines his head

over my forehead, then my cheek and

everything,” he murmurs. “Forget everything except how this feels: What you are going to feel. You have nothing to worry about.

“Cara…”

mother. Adam too. Now, relax. Calm

hand, kissing the

just you and I. Beth loves her husband and would like to see that you are servicing him appropriately. You

Richard move closer. Pushing my chin up with paired fingers, he meets me with his blue-eyed gaze. “You’re happy with

course I am, Sir. It’s a

warm musk of his body washes over me and I inhale deeply; his scent; musky, spicy, masculine;

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, he raises his face to

slowly

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

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 the exhalation of air, and the

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

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

stretching

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…

arms, lifting; spinning me as he hauls

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

breasts. The hardness at his groin too, presses at my loins as I accept him, returning the kiss, linking

back, again

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

so, then without waiting

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

touch my Master’s lips, nonetheless dances in his eyes. “Quite right. Richard and I both wish to be able to enjoy the results of our efforts.” But his

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

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

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

forehead. “I’ll just be a

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

says Richard. “I always feel that a good sub appreciates

The gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist

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

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

thighs, he pauses. At my feet, my Master is cuffing

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

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

his hands

“I’m fine.”

warm inside; streaming and

want to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

you are.” Still holding my face, he kisses me softly, brushes fingers over my lips,

now. In a while, he will fuck you.

“we will all share

heating, shivers and

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

as the flesh of my

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

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

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

as Richard instructs, Charlotte. You know what is

Master.” Shuffling to move, I widen my

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

“Coming right up.”

it takes to grind the gears forward a notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are drawn up at the

straining, I lose what’s left of my balance and my weight drops onto my wrists before Richard snakes an arm around my waist to support me. “Perfect. Tell me, Charlotte, do you enjoy having my wife

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

not going to be

Pussy doesn’t care. Pussy pulses hot juices down

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

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

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

more within my

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

says Richard, “for this occasion, I brought

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

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

this,” he says, “for my birthday, before we were married.” He swishes the 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

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 electricity streaking to

in my chains,

casts across to his heavily breathing wife… “… I believe Elizabeth is looking forward to watching

lashes across my breasts, still lightly, 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, on the other side, again, a touch more force, smarting

an arm around my waist, pushes my chin up with the pommel of the flogger. “I’m going to fuck you with this in a while, but…” He steps back… “… I think, a

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

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

this way too...” He plucks at hair

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 exploring

have you lick me clean, but I think I’ll wait. You can clean me up elsewhere

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

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,

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

And I yell…

down the paddle hard and it hurt… the sting on my buttocks… the press of the plug as the paddle

up and down inside me,

of the

And another…

going into meltdown, my juices streaming hot down over Richards's hand and down between my

buzzing in

Already primed, ready before we stepped into

and pulsing, radiating out from my core

I could, I would fall…

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

surge and bloom, euphoria billowing

For God’s

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,

eyes. I’d not realised they

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

“We can declare

as chocolate

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