Hot Revenge Box Set 4

Chapter 50

“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 floggers,

fly.” The feather-touch

Who needs wings?

velvety soft leather, flicking

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

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

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

is. You enjoy yourself.” He exchanges nods with Michael,

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 the pelt of some great black cat, drinking in the

the cuffs against my cheek. The fur-lined leather is cool on my skin, flexing against my

my cheek and chin. The buckle catches against my lip, a touch of

What you are going to feel. You have

“Cara…”

Adam too. Now, relax. Calm

the fingers, a

lips over mine. “That’s better. Now, there are more here than just you and I. Beth loves her husband and would like to

chin up with paired

I 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;

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

trousers. Moving slowly and deliberately, he unravels his belt, slips open the button at

past 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 not quite pulling me in, but he holds

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

sucking away the viscous thread that clings to my lips.

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 on my skin, the

abruptly releasing me, stretching upright to

replaced by my Master’s, knotting into my hair, tight; controlling me, steering me back and forth. “You

Above me, Richard huffs…

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

me, his fingers tangling into my

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

pulls back, again locking

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

then without waiting for the instruction,

speaks up. “I did suggest, Charlotte, that the Saint Andrew’s cross might make a change.

Richard and I both wish to be able to enjoy the results of our

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

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

raise my arms. He snaps one cuff to a carabiner, Richard the other,

forehead. “I’ll just

the rhythmic movement as he winds the supporting chain higher, and with an oiled squeak from the gears, my hands are raised, my

“I always feel

on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist and

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

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

At my feet, my Master is cuffing

a wall hoop. This too, he passes to Richard who clips the cuff around

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.

close, resting his hands either side of my

“I’m fine.”

I’m warm inside; streaming and swelling.

want to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

he kisses me softly, brushes fingers over my lips,

by my face, my Master whispers, “Richard wants to taste you now. In a while, he will fuck you. And so will I.”

Richard, “we will all share

pussy, already heating,

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

accelerating, obviously so as the flesh of my

“Ankles wider, Charlotte. I gave you some

at my ankles with his shoes, his breath

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

instructs, Charlotte. You know what

Shuffling to move,

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

“Coming right up.”

the gears forward a notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are drawn up at the wrists, leaving me teetering on the balls of my

before Richard snakes an arm around my waist to

I reply, leather tongues swipe behind my

not going

Pussy doesn’t care. Pussy pulses hot juices down

the question. Do you enjoy having Elizabeth

dry. My pussy is hot

movement, as he strolls along his racks and shelves. His eyes dart to mine, then away again. “Perhaps something with

more within

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

this occasion, I brought

Beth. Her eyes are wide, pupils huge and black.

back, offering it up to me for inspection. It’s another flogger: a lovely piece, the

whispering movement that caresses my skin and sets Pussy twitching out another gush of juices. “I think it is a fine measure of

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

my

her pregnancy, I agreed…” He casts across to his heavily breathing wife… “… I believe Elizabeth is looking forward to watching your

the wrist, he 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

waist, pushes my chin up with the pommel of the flogger. “I’m going to fuck you with this

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…

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

plucks at hair already wet with my own juices. Pussy throbs. “…Then again, I enjoy the variety. What do

too.” One arm slung around her shoulder, he gives Beth a squeeze… “Sometimes

my arousal. He withdraws, then sucks the fingers. “I’m tempted, Charlotte, to have you lick me clean, but I think

with the paddle loose in his hand, he’s putting on a casual front, but his stance is uneasy as he

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 of speech, only a gurgle

position, diving in and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into me with his tongue. And behind, air swishes then something

And I yell…

sting on my buttocks… the press of the plug as the paddle jolts it

at me, his wrist rhythmically up and down

stroke of the

And another…

into meltdown, my juices streaming hot down over Richards's hand and down between my thighs. The heat of his mouth over

in my

into my Master’s pleasure room, my climax

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

could, I would fall… But I

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

merge and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through me

Red! 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

eyes. I’d not realised they

Master are standing side-by-side, watching me as though they should

“We

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

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

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