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

you will fly.” The feather-touch

Who needs wings?

soft leather, flicking by. “Kneel

rise, face-to-groin with my Master. Beyond them, Michael, my Bright Angel, sits with

cheek. “You’re sure, my Love, that this

are still a bit sore. But

course it is. You enjoy yourself.” He exchanges nods with Michael, then returns to stand by my

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

leather is cool on my skin, flexing against my flesh, supple and smooth. My breath catches and Richard, looking down at me, inclines his head

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

murmurs. “Forget everything except how this feels: What you are going to feel. You have nothing to worry about.

“Cara…”

Adam too. Now, relax.

his hand, kissing the

just you and I. Beth loves her husband and would like

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

am, Sir. It’s

very white even though, winter barely over, his tan is all but gone. So close now, the warm musk of his body washes over me and I inhale deeply; his

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 opening as, briefly, he raises

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

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

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

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

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

abruptly releasing me, stretching upright to clasp fingers behind his

are replaced by my Master’s, knotting into my hair, tight; controlling me, steering me back and forth. “You

Above me, Richard huffs…

me as he hauls

before me, his fingers tangling into my hair again,

to my naked skin, his heart pumps against my breasts. The hardness

again

across to where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling at each end. Arm

without waiting for

Michael speaks up. “I did suggest, Charlotte, that the Saint Andrew’s cross might make a change. But James and Richard

lips, nonetheless dances 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

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

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

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

kisses her forehead. “I’ll

rhythmic movement as he winds the supporting chain higher, and with an oiled squeak from the

says Richard. “I always feel

tugged upward, 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

Charlotte, but of course, just now, these belong to

palms flat, tight over the line of my waist and hip, outlining my silhouette with

Master is cuffing my left ankle. He

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

ankles are eased apart, my thighs opened, my sex exposed. They leave me a little movement. I can’t close

close, resting his hands either side of

“I’m fine.”

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

want to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

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

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

Richard, “we will all

pussy, already heating, shivers and

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

as the flesh of my raised breasts bounces and vibrates

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

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

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

Charlotte. You know

to move, I widen

do, Charlotte. Michael, raise her a little more, please. I’d like to feel the tension in her muscles.

“Coming right up.”

the gears forward a notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are drawn up at

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

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

care. Pussy pulses

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

My pussy is hot and wet. And swollen. And aching… “Yes, Sir.

my peripheral vision, movement, as he strolls along his racks and shelves. His eyes dart to mine, then away again. “Perhaps something with more bite?” He speaks as though

to be more

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

fact,” says Richard, “for this occasion,

eyes are wide, pupils huge and

and strolls back, offering it up to me for inspection. It’s another

birthday, before 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

ambles around me; a complete circuit, casually flicking at my skin. It doesn’t hurt. It’s barely hard enough to feel it at

my

“And 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

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

of the flogger. “I’m going to fuck you with this in a while, but…” He steps back… “… I think, a little for my own

his palms 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 glances around the room… “… We’re

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

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 variety. What do you

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

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

arms folded, with the paddle loose in his hand, he’s putting on a casual front, but his stance

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 up, finger-fucking me as he swipes

And I yell…

the sting on my buttocks…

wrist rhythmically up and down inside me, his face presses in, tonguing my

stroke of the

And another…

hand and down between my thighs. The heat of his mouth over my tortured-ecstatic clit… The

in

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

my core and taking the rest of

would fall… But

mouth screaming, my brain full of nothing but

all merge and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through me in a

Red! For God’s

my volcanic orgasm. Blind and

my eyes. I’d not

watching me as though they should

Master, “We can

thick as whipped cream, dark as chocolate and

to fuck her now?”