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
fly.” The feather-touch traces over my
Who needs wings?
velvety soft leather,
Bright Angel, sits with Beth,
sure, my Love, that this
chews at a lip. “The tears are still a bit sore. But it won’t
“Of course it is. You enjoy yourself.” He exchanges nods with Michael, then returns to stand by my
my Master holds 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 the pelt of some
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
over, stroking the fur over my forehead, then my cheek and chin. The buckle catches
murmurs. “Forget everything except how this feels: What you are going to feel. You have nothing to
“Cara…”
with your mother. Adam too.
kissing the fingers, a little awkwardly around
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
chin up with paired fingers, he meets me with his blue-eyed gaze.
am, Sir. It’s a
close now, the warm musk of his body washes over
his erection presses 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 drop back, mouth
trousers. Moving slowly and deliberately, he unravels his belt, slips open the button at his waist, slides
past soft fabric to warm skin, the wiry fuzz of hair, the velvet and steel of his waiting erection. As I slide fingers around
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 hands
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
yielding skin, the faint scratch of coarser hairs on
stretching upright to clasp fingers behind
back and forth. “You have to try harder than that, Charlotte. I think months of freedom while you were pregnant have taken
Above me, Richard huffs…
me, my Master stoops, hooking hands under my arms, lifting; spinning me as he hauls me to my feet. “Let’s see
tangling into my hair again, screwing tight enough to tug at my scalp.
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
hair, he pulls back, again
and I follow his gaze across to where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling at each end. Arm
without waiting for the
his place with Beth, Michael speaks up. “I did suggest, Charlotte, that the Saint Andrew’s cross might make a change.
and I both wish to
the steel tongue to a perforation in the leather, then more tightly to the next.
“No, Master. They’re fine.”
He snaps one cuff to a carabiner, Richard the other,
“I’ll
supporting chain higher, and with an
“I always feel that a good sub
now only just on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist
plucks at my nipples. “You look good, Charlotte, but of course, just now, these belong to Cara,
continues his journey, his palms flat, tight over the line of my waist and hip, outlining my silhouette
pauses. At my feet, my Master is cuffing my left ankle. He passes the other
he passes to Richard who clips the cuff around my ankle, the chain to
draws the chain to my right; Michael the one to my left, and my ankles are eased apart, my
his hands
“I’m fine.”
fine. I’m warm inside; streaming and swelling. But the plug
want to
Really filled…
By a man…
By men…
fingers over my lips, then returns to Beth. Looping an arm around her, he drops a hand to stroke her
by my face, 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 too. And Beth
adds Richard, “we
pussy, already heating, shivers and
Your tongue…
Lapping through me…
Winding around me…
My clit throbs…
heart is accelerating, obviously so as the flesh of my raised breasts bounces and vibrates to
wider, Charlotte. I gave you some latitude, but I expect you to open for
Richard nudges at my ankles
takes me to obey, the tresses of the flogger flash across my buttocks, a sting that jolts the plug and whips the air into
You know what is expected
Master.” Shuffling to move, I
thigh. “That will do, Charlotte. Michael, raise her a little more, please. I’d like to feel the tension in
“Coming right up.”
takes to grind the gears forward a notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are drawn up at the
before Richard snakes an arm around my waist to support me. “Perfect. Tell me,
fighting for the words. In the second or so before I reply, leather tongues swipe behind my thighs again, biting in. Only a single stroke this time, but
down’s not going to
Pussy doesn’t care. Pussy pulses
Do you enjoy having Elizabeth watch while I enjoy
and dry. My pussy is hot
edge of my peripheral vision, movement, as he strolls along his racks and
to be more within
Deliberately?
For sure…
picks out a crop, brings it down on his palm with a Smack! then replaces
this
eyes are wide, pupils huge and black. She dimples a smile at me as
another flogger: a lovely piece, the handle
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
hard enough to feel it at all. But my senses
in my
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
harder across my thighs, enough to warm. “You
close, wraps 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
inside my thighs. His face close to my loins, he
resting his forehead against my belly. Kneeling back, he looks at me, his hands roaming, sliding down and
way too...” He plucks at hair already
shoulder, he gives Beth a
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
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 shifts his weight from one foot to
at my clit, already heated and swollen. He licks and laps and
position, diving in and up, finger-fucking me as he
And I yell…
no love kiss. My Master brought down the paddle hard and it hurt… the sting on my buttocks… the press of
pumps at me, his wrist rhythmically up and down inside me, his face presses
of
And another…
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
buzzing in
pulsing inside. Already primed, ready before we stepped into my Master’s pleasure room, my climax
my core and taking the rest of me
I could, I would fall…
from my wrists, my body twitching, my mouth screaming, my
merge and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing
Red! For God’s sake,
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 shiver my way
I’d not realised they were
are standing side-by-side, watching me as though they should be
casts to my Master, “We can
chocolate and brimming with suppressed laughter, “Oh,
going to fuck her now?” Mischief
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