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 think

your

The

Who needs wings?

velvety soft leather, flicking by.

rise, face-to-groin with my Master. Beyond them, Michael, my Bright Angel, sits

cheek. “You’re sure,

bit sore. But it won’t be long now.

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

the flogger, the tails swishing free. 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, scented of honey and bees, is velvet-dark as

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,

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

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

“Cara…”

with your mother. Adam too. Now, relax. Calm

the fingers,

Now, there are more here than just you and

Pushing my chin up with paired fingers, he meets

course I am,

close now, the warm musk of his

a hand resting either side of his hips, I press my lips to him, kissing the bulge. Rolling

I mouth at him over his trousers. Moving slowly and deliberately, he unravels his belt, slips open the button at his waist, slides down the zipper. Then he stands,

steel of his waiting erection. As I slide fingers around his length, Richard slips hands around the

of the flogger over my shoulders as I free Richard’s shaft. Where he is already seeping, a dewy trail shines from the slit. Kissing away

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

faint scratch of coarser hairs on my skin, the hard kernels; shifting them

me, stretching upright to clasp fingers behind his

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 taken the edge off your performance. You’re out

Above me, Richard huffs…

Master stoops, hooking hands under my arms, lifting; spinning me as he hauls

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

pumps against my breasts. The hardness

back, again locking my face

I follow his gaze across to where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling at each end. Arm outheld, he

waiting for the instruction, offer

did suggest, 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

smile that doesn’t touch my Master’s lips, nonetheless dances in his eyes. “Quite right. Richard and I both wish to be able to

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

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

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

forehead. “I’ll just

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

Richard. “I always feel that a

my feet. The gears Clunk, locking

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

my waist and hip, outlining my silhouette with his hands. Brushing over my

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

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 exposed. They leave me a little movement. I can’t close my

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

“I’m fine.”

warm inside; streaming and swelling. But

want to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

me softly, brushes fingers over my lips, then returns

a while, he will fuck you. And so will I.”

“we will all

heating,

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

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

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

I’m tottering. Richard nudges at my ankles with his shoes, his breath sighing over me as my

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

Richard instructs, Charlotte. You know what is expected of

Shuffling to move, I widen my ankles

“That will do, Charlotte. Michael, raise her a little more, please. I’d like to feel the tension in

“Coming right up.”

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

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,

second or so before I reply,

not going to be fun

doesn’t care. Pussy pulses hot juices

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

pussy is hot and wet. And swollen.

the edge of my peripheral vision, movement, as he strolls along

be more within

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

this occasion, I brought my

eyes twinkling, he strolls across 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 bound in plaited red and black

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

It doesn’t hurt. It’s barely hard enough to feel it at all. But my senses are heightening,

in my chains,

while she recovers from her pregnancy, I agreed…” He casts across to his heavily breathing wife… “… I believe Elizabeth

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

pommel of the flogger. “I’m going to fuck you

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…” … He glances around the room… “… We’re all going

back, he looks at me, his hands roaming, sliding down and around my thighs, then up and over my hips and waist and

tangles fingers 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, I enjoy the variety. What

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 exploring

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 glances up, his grin

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

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

in and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into me with his

And I yell…

and it hurt… the sting on my buttocks… the press of the

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

stroke of the

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…

buzzing in

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

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

I could, I would fall…

my body twitching, my mouth screaming, my brain full of nothing

and bloom, euphoria billowing through me in a shuddering,

Red! For God’s sake,

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

I open my eyes. I’d not

though they should be taking notes. Michael,

my Master, “We can declare that a

as whipped cream, dark as chocolate and

going to fuck her