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

of your

The feather-touch traces over my

Who needs wings?

cheek: velvety soft leather, flicking by.

Beyond them, Michael, my Bright Angel, sits

Beth’s cheek. “You’re sure,

tears are still a bit sore. But it won’t be long now. Is… Is

it is. You enjoy yourself.”

other hand, he holds cuffs. Perhaps he

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 his

curving, turns the strap over, stroking the fur over my forehead, then my cheek and chin. The buckle catches against my lip, a touch

feels: What you are

“Cara…”

your mother. Adam too. Now, relax. Calm yourself.

leaning into his hand, kissing the fingers, a little awkwardly

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

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

I am, Sir.

very white even though, winter barely over, his tan is all but gone. So close now, the warm musk of his body

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,

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

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

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 me

ridge of the crown, tracing his outline, tasting him, swiping over the trickle of precum, then sucking away the viscous thread that clings to my lips.

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 my

stretching upright to clasp fingers behind his

forth. “You have to try harder than that, Charlotte. I

Above me, Richard huffs…

as he hauls me to my feet. “Let’s see if

he can’t 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 scalp. Then leaning in, he reels me in, kissing me;

naked skin, his heart pumps against my breasts. The hardness at his groin too, presses at my loins as I accept him, returning the

hair, he pulls back, again locking my face with his. “A little

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

so, then without waiting for the instruction,

Saint Andrew’s cross might make a change. But James and Richard agreed that it’s easier for the two of them to work

smile that doesn’t touch my Master’s lips, nonetheless dances in his eyes. “Quite right. Richard and I both wish to be able to enjoy the results of

to me, drawing the steel tongue to a perforation in the leather, then more tightly to

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

jerks his chin up and I raise my arms. He snaps one cuff to a carabiner, Richard the other, then

“I’ll just be a

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

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

tugged upward, my weight now only just on my feet. The gears Clunk,

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

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

feet, my Master is cuffing

he passes to Richard who clips the cuff around my ankle, the chain to the

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

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

“I’m fine.”

inside; streaming and swelling. But the plug is

want to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

brushes fingers over my lips, then returns to Beth. Looping an arm around her, he drops a

“Richard wants to taste you now. In a while, he will fuck you. And so will I.”

adds Richard, “we will

heating,

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

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

wider, Charlotte. I gave you some latitude, but

not easy. I move my feet further apart, but I’m tottering. Richard nudges at my ankles with his shoes, his breath sighing

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

Charlotte. You know what

Shuffling to move, I

raise her a little more, please. I’d like to feel the tension in her muscles. Her weight on her

“Coming right up.”

and irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are drawn up at the wrists, leaving me teetering

my wrists before Richard

the second or so before I reply, leather tongues swipe behind my thighs again,

not going

Pussy doesn’t care. Pussy pulses hot

Elizabeth

hot and wet.

you use, Richard?” Then again on the edge of my peripheral vision, movement, as he strolls along his racks and shelves. His eyes dart to mine, then away again. “Perhaps something

more within

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

Richard, “for this occasion, I brought my

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

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

caresses my skin and sets Pussy twitching out another gush of

It’s barely hard enough to feel it at all. But my senses are heightening, my skin is sensitising, and every contact

my

casts across to his heavily breathing wife… “… I believe

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

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

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

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

my curls, musing. “Perhaps I should have Elizabeth present herself this way too...” He plucks at hair

he gives Beth a squeeze… “Sometimes smooth. Sometimes not.” The other arm,

fingers. “I’m tempted, Charlotte, to have you lick me clean, but I think I’ll wait. You can clean me

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

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. I want to buck and twist, but my tensioned body can only tremble and shudder. And

moves behind me and Richard releases me. One hand moves to centre-forward position, diving in and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into

And I yell…

brought down the paddle hard and it hurt… the sting on my buttocks…

Richard pumps at me, his wrist rhythmically up and down

of the

And another…

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 my

we stepped into my Master’s pleasure room, my climax is coming. And

out from my core and taking the rest of

I would

wrists, my body twitching, my mouth screaming, my

surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through

For God’s sake,

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

my eyes. I’d

Master are standing side-by-side, watching me as though they should be taking notes. Michael, sitting by

to my Master, “We can declare that a success

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

is going to fuck her