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 it

of your floggers,

will fly.” The feather-touch traces over my

Who needs wings?

my cheek: velvety soft leather, flicking by. “Kneel

Michael, my Bright Angel, sits with Beth, cradling

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

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

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

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

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

Master, lips curving, turns the 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

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

“Cara…”

mother. Adam too. Now,

hand, kissing the fingers, a little awkwardly around the cuff.

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

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

am,

tan is all but gone. So close now, the warm musk of his body washes over me and I inhale deeply; his scent; musky, spicy, masculine; the faint ‘just laundered’ scent

lips to him, kissing the bulge. Rolling my

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

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 falls 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 the dewdrop, I wrap my lips over the head. As I

sucking away the viscous thread that clings to my lips. Ringing his shaft at the base with thumb and forefinger, squeezing

cock with one 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 scratch of coarser hairs

me, stretching upright to clasp fingers behind his

and scraping 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

Above me, Richard huffs…

as he hauls me to my

his fingers tangling into my hair again, screwing tight enough to tug at my scalp. Then leaning

breasts. The hardness at his groin too, presses

my hair, he pulls back, again locking my face

his gaze across to where a spreader-bar hangs, a

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

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 work

“Quite right. Richard and I both wish to be able to

a perforation in the leather, then more tightly to the next.

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

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

kisses her forehead. “I’ll just be

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

Richard. “I always feel that a

tighter and I’m tugged upward, my weight now only just on my feet. The gears Clunk,

these belong to Cara, don’t they. I’ll look forward to being

hip, outlining my silhouette

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

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

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.

saunters close, resting his hands either side of my face,

“I’m fine.”

warm inside; streaming and swelling.

to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

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

adds Richard, “we will all share

heating,

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

as the flesh of my raised

wider, Charlotte. I gave you

Richard nudges at my ankles with his shoes, his breath sighing over

sting that jolts the plug and

know what is expected of you

to move,

I’d

“Coming right up.”

irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are drawn up at the wrists,

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

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

not going to be fun

pulses hot

Charlotte? Answer the question. Do you enjoy having Elizabeth watch while I enjoy

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

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

be more within

Deliberately?

For sure…

palm with a Smack! then replaces it, before moving along to pick out another item:

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

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

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

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

ambles around me; 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 heightening, my skin is sensitising, and every contact sends electricity streaking to my

my chains, I

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

again, as my breath catches, harder across my thighs, enough to warm. “You like that, Charlotte? I

“I’m going to fuck you with this

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 wonderful, Charlotte. Your Master was right. We’re both…” … He glances around the room… “… We’re all going to enjoy

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

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 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

to have you lick me clean, but I think I’ll wait. You can clean me up elsewhere in a while.” He glances

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 from

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.

and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into me with his tongue. And behind, air swishes then something slaps across my

And I yell…

sting

pumps at me, his wrist rhythmically up and down inside me, his face presses

stroke of

And another…

is going into meltdown, 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

before we stepped into my Master’s pleasure

from my

would fall…

my body twitching, my mouth screaming, my brain full of

bloom, euphoria billowing

Red! For God’s sake,

of my control, still gripped by my volcanic orgasm. Blind and deaf, to anything outside my own skin, I quiver and shiver my way back to earth, drifting down through

eyes. I’d not realised

and my Master are standing side-by-side, watching me as though they should be taking

Master, “We can declare that

as chocolate and brimming with

says Beth… “Which of you is going to fuck her now?” Mischief skitters