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 think it

your floggers,

fly.” The feather-touch traces over my spine

Who needs wings?

by my cheek: velvety soft

Master. Beyond them, Michael, my Bright Angel, sits

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

at a lip. “The tears are still a bit sore. But

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

the other hand, he holds cuffs. Perhaps he bought them as

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

forehead, then my cheek and chin. The buckle catches against my lip,

except how this feels: What you are going to feel. You have

“Cara…”

with your mother. Adam

the fingers, a little awkwardly around

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

move closer. Pushing my chin up with paired fingers,

am,

musk of his body

my lips to him, kissing the bulge. Rolling my eyes upward, I see his head drop

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 at his waist, slides down

slide fingers around his length, Richard slips hands around the back of my head and into

behind me, trailing 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 suck, from above comes the exhalation of air, and the hands draw

the trickle of precum, then sucking away the viscous thread that clings

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 on my skin, the hard kernels; shifting them in my palm as, with the tips of

hisses, abruptly releasing me, stretching upright to clasp

me back and forth. “You have to try harder

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 if we can improve

look down into my face. Tall and straight he stands before me, his fingers tangling into my hair again, screwing tight enough to tug at

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 hands around his neck, letting

back, again locking my

his gaze across to where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling at each end. Arm outheld, he invites me to take my

then without waiting for the instruction, offer up

cross might make a change. But James and Richard agreed that

nonetheless dances in his eyes. “Quite right. Richard and I both wish to

to 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.”

cuff to a carabiner, Richard

“I’ll just be a

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

says Richard. “I always feel that a

chain clinks tighter and I’m tugged upward, my weight now only just on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My

belong to

his journey, his palms flat, tight over the line of my waist and hip, outlining my silhouette with his hands. Brushing over my ass,

to my thighs, he pauses. At my feet, my Master is cuffing my left ankle. He passes the other cuff

hoop. This too, he passes to Richard who clips the cuff around my ankle, the chain

up, Michael.” He draws the chain to my right; Michael the one to my left, and my ankles are eased apart,

close, resting his hands either side

“I’m fine.”

better than fine. I’m warm inside; streaming and swelling. But the

want to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

over my lips,

now. In a while, he will fuck you. And so

adds Richard, “we

pussy, already heating, shivers and

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

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

stands close, very close. “Ankles wider, Charlotte. I gave you some

move my feet further apart, but I’m tottering. Richard nudges at my ankles with

my buttocks, a sting that jolts the plug and whips the air into my lungs, followed by another stroke that sets it gasping out

know

Shuffling to move, I widen

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

“Coming right up.”

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

and my weight drops onto my wrists before Richard snakes an arm around my waist to support me. “Perfect. Tell me, Charlotte, do you

or so before I reply, leather tongues swipe

going to be

care. Pussy pulses hot juices down

having Elizabeth

and dry. My pussy is hot and wet. And swollen. And

along his racks and shelves. His eyes dart to mine, then away again. “Perhaps something

be more

Deliberately?

For sure…

Smack!

says Richard, “for this

wide, pupils huge and black. She dimples a

another flogger: a lovely piece, the handle bound in plaited red and black leather

we were 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 a fine measure of the depth of the friendship between you, that she should ask me to use such a

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

in my chains, I

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

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 side, again, a touch more force, smarting a

moves 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,

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

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

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

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

further, slipping paired fingers between pussy lips 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

too, Richard? You’re going to be busy, Charlotte.” Legs astride, arms folded, with the paddle loose in his hand, he’s putting on

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

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

And I yell…

and it hurt… the sting

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

stroke of

And another…

over Richards's hand and down between my thighs. The heat of

buzzing in

stepped into my Master’s pleasure room, my climax

pulsing, radiating out from my core and taking the rest

would fall…

screaming, my brain full of

heat-pleasure-pain-sting-ecstasy all merge and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through me in a

For God’s

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’d not

though they should be taking notes. Michael, sitting by Beth, is laughing.

my Master, “We can declare that

dark as chocolate and brimming with suppressed

is going to fuck her now?”