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

your

fly.” The feather-touch traces over

Who needs wings?

velvety soft leather,

Beyond them, Michael, my Bright Angel, sits with Beth, cradling her

Beth’s cheek. “You’re sure, my

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

presses his lips to hers. “Of course it is. You enjoy yourself.” He

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

skin, flexing against my flesh, supple and smooth. My breath

then my cheek and chin. The buckle catches against my lip, a touch of chill against the warmth of

he murmurs. “Forget everything except how this feels: What you are going to

“Cara…”

your mother. Adam too.

his hand, kissing the fingers, a little awkwardly around the

you and I. Beth

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

course I am,

his 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

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

drops a palm to my cheek, caressing my face and, lips wide, I mouth at him over his trousers. Moving slowly and deliberately, he

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

Master shifts to stand 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

my tongue into the 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. Ringing his shaft at the base with thumb and forefinger, squeezing a little, he hardens, the head swelling in my mouth as I suck and

faint scratch of coarser hairs

Richard hisses, abruptly releasing me, stretching

behind, the rustling and scraping 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 that, Charlotte. I think months of freedom while you were pregnant have taken the edge

Above me, Richard huffs…

hands under my arms, lifting; spinning me as he hauls

straight he stands before me, his fingers tangling into my hair again, screwing tight enough to tug at my scalp. Then leaning in,

heart pumps against my breasts. The

again locking my face with his.

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

then without waiting for

place with Beth, Michael speaks up. “I did suggest, Charlotte, that the Saint Andrew’s cross might make a change. But James and Richard agreed that it’s easier for the two of

in his 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 enjoying

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

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

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

“I’ll

winds the supporting chain higher, and with an oiled squeak from the gears, my hands are

says Richard. “I always

just on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist and thighs are pulled taut,

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

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

my feet, my Master is cuffing my left ankle. He passes the other

to the right, Michael is looping chain through a wall hoop. This too, he passes to Richard who clips the cuff around my ankle, the chain to

my right; Michael the one to my left, and my ankles are eased apart, my thighs opened, my

saunters close, resting his hands

“I’m fine.”

warm inside; streaming and swelling. But

want to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

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

In a while, he will fuck you. And so will I.” He steers my chin toward Michael, who grins. “Your Golden

“we will all

already heating, shivers and

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

the flesh of my raised breasts bounces

“Ankles wider, Charlotte. I gave you some latitude,

tottering. Richard nudges at my ankles with his shoes, his breath sighing over

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

as Richard instructs, Charlotte. You know what

move, I widen my

taps my thigh. “That will do, Charlotte. Michael, raise her a little more, please. I’d like to feel the tension in her muscles. Her weight on her feet but

“Coming right up.”

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

drops onto my wrists before Richard snakes an arm around my

the second or so before I reply, leather tongues swipe behind my thighs again, biting in. Only

not going

doesn’t care. Pussy pulses hot juices down

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

is hot and dry. My pussy is hot and

strolls along

more

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

“for this occasion, I brought my

Beth. Her eyes are wide, pupils huge and black. She dimples a smile at me as she passes something to

up to me for inspection. It’s another flogger: a lovely piece, the handle bound in plaited red and

and sets Pussy twitching out another gush of juices. “I think

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

in my chains,

she recovers from her pregnancy, I agreed…” He casts across to his heavily breathing wife…

wrist, he lashes across my breasts, still lightly, but then again, as my breath catches, harder across my thighs, enough to warm. “You like

arm around my waist, pushes my chin up with the pommel of the flogger. “I’m going to

my loins, he inhales. “You smell wonderful, Charlotte. Your Master was right. We’re both…”

back, he looks at me, his hands roaming, sliding down and

musing. “Perhaps I should have Elizabeth present herself this way too...” He plucks at hair already wet with my own juices. Pussy throbs. “…Then again, I enjoy the

Beth a squeeze… “Sometimes smooth. Sometimes not.” The other arm, lower down, inside her robe, is exploring

arousal. He withdraws, then sucks the fingers. “I’m tempted, Charlotte, to have you lick

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

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

releases me. One hand moves to 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

rhythmically up and down inside me, his

of

And another…

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

buzzing in my

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

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

could, I would fall…

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

and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing

For God’s

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 back to earth, drifting down through clouds

I’d not realised they were

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

Master, “We can declare that

cream, dark as chocolate

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