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

The feather-touch traces over my spine

Who needs wings?

velvety soft leather, flicking by. “Kneel up,

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

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

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

stoops, presses his lips to hers. “Of course it is. You enjoy yourself.” He exchanges nods with Michael, then returns

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

my cheek. The fur-lined leather is cool on my skin, flexing against my flesh, supple and smooth. My

then my cheek and chin. The buckle catches against my

everything except how this feels: What you are going to feel. You have nothing to worry about. All is

“Cara…”

Adam too. Now,

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

more here than just you and I. Beth loves her husband and would like to see that you are servicing

closer. Pushing my chin up with paired fingers, he meets

am, Sir. It’s a

even though, winter barely over, his tan is all but gone. So close now, the warm musk of his body washes over me and I inhale deeply; his

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

caressing my face and, lips wide, I mouth at him over his trousers. Moving slowly and deliberately, he unravels his belt, slips open the button

around his length, Richard slips hands around the back of my head and into my hair. He’s not quite pulling me in, but he holds me

he is already seeping, a dewy trail shines from the slit. Kissing away the dewdrop, I

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

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

me, stretching upright to

controlling me, steering me back and forth. “You have to try harder than that, Charlotte.

Above me, Richard huffs…

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

straight he stands before me, his fingers tangling into my hair

hardness of my Master’s 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 too, presses at my loins as I accept him, returning the kiss, linking my

my hair, he pulls back, again locking my face with

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

I do so, then without waiting for the instruction, offer

place with Beth, Michael speaks up. “I did suggest, Charlotte, that the Saint Andrew’s cross might make a change. But James and Richard agreed that

wish to be able to enjoy the results

cuffs to me, drawing the steel tongue to a perforation in the leather, then more tightly to the next. “Comfortable? Not

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

chin up and I raise my arms. He snaps one cuff to a

kisses her forehead. “I’ll just

rhythmic movement as he winds the supporting chain

more, I think,” says Richard. “I always feel that a good sub

my weight now only just on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist and thighs are pulled taut, my heavy breasts lifted by my upstretched

nipples. “You look good, Charlotte, but of course, just now, these belong to Cara, don’t they. I’ll look

silhouette with his

Master is cuffing my left ankle. He passes

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

Master repeats this to my 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 exposed. They leave me

stands, saunters close, resting his hands either side of

“I’m fine.”

warm inside; streaming and

want to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

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

my Master 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 grins. “Your Golden Lover

“we will

heating, shivers and

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

is accelerating, obviously so as the flesh of my raised breasts bounces and vibrates to the

Charlotte. I gave you some

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

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

You know what is expected

Shuffling to move, I widen my ankles

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

“Coming right up.”

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

balance and my weight drops onto my wrists before Richard

is tight and I’m fighting for the words. In the second or so before I reply,

down’s not going to

pulses hot juices

having Elizabeth watch while

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

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 be more within

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

this occasion, I brought

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

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

skin and sets Pussy twitching out another gush of juices. “I think it is a fine measure of the depth of the friendship

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,

my chains, I

small smile. “And since you have volunteered to stand in for Elizabeth while she recovers from her pregnancy, I agreed…” He casts across to his heavily breathing wife… “… I believe Elizabeth is looking forward to watching your response when I use

thighs, enough to warm. “You like that, Charlotte? I thought you would.” He repeats it, on the other

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

loins, he inhales. “You smell wonderful, Charlotte. Your Master was right. We’re both…” … He

his hands

have Elizabeth present herself this way too...” He plucks at hair

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

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.”

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

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, I’ve lost the power

One hand moves to centre-forward position, diving in and up, finger-fucking me

And I yell…

it hurt… the sting on

rhythmically up and

stroke of

And another…

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

buzzing in

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

my core and taking the rest of me

I could, I would fall… But

my body twitching, my mouth screaming, my brain full

surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through me in a shuddering,

Red! For God’s sake,

pulls away. But 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, I quiver and

open my eyes. I’d not realised they were

should be taking notes. Michael, sitting by Beth,

Master, “We

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

Beth… “Which of you is going to fuck her