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

of your floggers,

Today, you will fly.” The feather-touch traces over my spine

Who needs wings?

by my cheek: velvety soft

my Bright Angel, sits with Beth, cradling her on his lap. Beside

“You’re sure, my Love, that this is enough for

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

stoops, presses his lips to hers. “Of course it is. You enjoy yourself.” He exchanges nods with Michael,

curling golden. In the other hand, he holds cuffs. Perhaps he bought them as a set. The leather of both falls and

skin, flexing

curving, turns the strap over, stroking the fur over my forehead, then my cheek and chin.

how this feels: What you are going to feel. You have nothing to

“Cara…”

is with your mother. Adam too. Now, relax.

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

just you and I. Beth loves her husband and would like to see that you are servicing him

chin up with paired fingers, he meets me with his blue-eyed gaze.

course I am, Sir. It’s a

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 of his

his hips, I press my lips to him, kissing

caressing my face and, lips wide, I mouth at him over his trousers. Moving slowly and deliberately, he unravels his

inside, 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

I free Richard’s shaft. Where he is already seeping, a dewy trail shines from the

the crown, tracing his 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 base with thumb and forefinger, squeezing a little, he hardens, the head swelling in my mouth

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

releasing me, stretching upright to

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

Above me, Richard huffs…

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

fingers tangling into my hair again, screwing tight enough to tug at my scalp. Then leaning in, he reels me in, kissing me; an open-mouthed penetration

his heart pumps against my breasts. The

gripping my hair, he pulls back, again locking my face with

a carabiner dangling at each end. Arm outheld, he invites me to take my

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

Andrew’s cross might make a change. But James and Richard agreed that it’s easier

eyes. “Quite right. Richard and I both wish to be able to enjoy the results of our efforts.” But his pants are straining. I think he’s already

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

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

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

forehead. “I’ll

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

I think,” says Richard. “I always

my weight now only just on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist and thighs are pulled taut, my heavy breasts lifted by my upstretched

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

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

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

is looping chain through a wall hoop. This too, he passes to

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 leave me a little movement. I can’t close my ankles, but I

resting his hands either side of my face, “Alright,

“I’m fine.”

and swelling. But

want to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

Still holding my face, he kisses me softly, brushes fingers over my lips, then

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

adds Richard, “we

already heating, shivers

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

wider, Charlotte. I gave you some latitude, but I expect you to

at my ankles with his shoes, his breath sighing over me

my buttocks, a sting that jolts the plug and whips the air into my lungs,

Richard instructs, Charlotte. You know what is expected of you

to move, I widen

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

“Coming right up.”

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

wrists before Richard snakes an arm around my waist to

is tight and I’m fighting for the words. In the second or so before I reply, leather tongues swipe behind my thighs again, biting in. Only a single

going to be fun

Pussy doesn’t care. Pussy pulses hot juices down my

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

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

vision, movement, as he strolls along his racks

be more within

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

“for this occasion, I brought my own

Her eyes are wide, pupils huge and

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

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

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

in my

while she recovers from her pregnancy, I agreed…” He casts across to his heavily breathing wife… “… I believe Elizabeth is looking forward to watching your response when I

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

chin up with the pommel of the flogger. “I’m going to fuck you with this in

knees and plants his palms to curve inside my thighs. His face close to my loins, he inhales. “You smell wonderful, Charlotte. Your Master

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

He plucks at hair already wet with my own juices. Pussy throbs.

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

to have you lick me clean, but I think I’ll wait. You can clean

in his cheeks. “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 a casual front, but his stance is uneasy as he shifts his weight from one

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,

centre-forward position, diving in and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into me with his tongue.

And I yell…

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

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

of

And another…

down over Richards's hand and down between

buzzing in my

primed, ready before we stepped into my Master’s pleasure room, my climax is coming.

out from my core and taking the

could, I would fall… But I

screaming, my brain full of nothing

merge and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through me in a shuddering, shaking

Red! For God’s

control, still gripped by my volcanic orgasm. Blind and deaf, to anything outside my own skin, I quiver and shiver

I open my eyes. I’d

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

my Master, “We can declare that a success

chocolate

is going to fuck her now?” Mischief