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 floggers,

will fly.” The feather-touch traces over my

Who needs wings?

brushes by my cheek: velvety soft leather, flicking by.

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

stoops to cup Beth’s cheek. “You’re sure,

bit sore. But

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

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

then strokes one of the cuffs against my cheek. The fur-lined leather is cool on my skin, flexing against my

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

you are going to feel. You have nothing

“Cara…”

with your mother. Adam too. Now,

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

brushing his lips over mine. “That’s better. Now, 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

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

course I am, Sir. It’s a

teeth 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 scent; musky, spicy, masculine;

through his pants. Leaning forward just a little, a hand resting either side of his hips, I press my lips

to my cheek, 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 the zipper.

of hair, the velvet and steel of his waiting erection. As I slide fingers around

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,

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

Between his thighs, it’s warm, almost humid, but I enjoy the soft and yielding skin, the faint scratch of

abruptly releasing me, stretching upright to

controlling me, steering me back and forth. “You have to try

Above me, Richard huffs…

me as

fingers tangling into my hair again, screwing tight enough to tug at

against my breasts. The hardness at

back, again locking my face

hangs, a

without waiting for the

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

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

drawing the steel tongue to a perforation in the leather, then more tightly to the next. “Comfortable?

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

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

forehead. “I’ll

movement as he winds the supporting chain higher, and

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

on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist and thighs

“You look good, Charlotte, but of course, just now, these belong to Cara,

hip, outlining my silhouette with his hands.

is

This too, he passes to Richard who clips the cuff around my

“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 leave me a little movement. I can’t close my ankles, but I could widen them, except

his hands either side of my face,

“I’m fine.”

streaming and swelling. But the plug is

want to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

are.” Still holding my face, he kisses me softly, brushes fingers over my lips, then returns to Beth. Looping an arm around

by my 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 grins. “Your

adds Richard, “we will

pussy, already heating, shivers and

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

flesh of

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

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

takes me to obey, the tresses of 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 what is

move, I widen my ankles

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

“Coming right up.”

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

weight drops onto my wrists before Richard snakes an arm around my waist to support me. “Perfect. Tell me, Charlotte, do you enjoy having my wife watch while I fuck

fighting for the words. In the second or so before I reply, leather tongues swipe behind my thighs again, biting

down’s not going to be

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

Charlotte? Answer the question. Do you enjoy having Elizabeth

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

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

to be more within my

Deliberately?

For sure…

he picks out a crop, brings it down on his palm with a Smack! then

Richard, “for this

eyes twinkling, he strolls across to Beth. Her eyes are wide, pupils huge and black. She

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

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

casually flicking at my skin. It doesn’t hurt. It’s barely hard enough to feel it at all. But my senses

in my

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

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

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, a little

the flogger into a pocket, drops to his knees and plants his palms to curve inside my thighs. His face close to my loins, he inhales. “You smell wonderful, Charlotte. Your

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

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

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

arousal. He withdraws, then sucks the fingers. “I’m tempted, Charlotte, to have you lick me clean, but I think I’ll wait. You can clean me

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

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

me. One hand moves to centre-forward position, diving in and up, finger-fucking me as

And I yell…

Master brought down the paddle hard and it hurt… the sting on

rhythmically up and down

of the

And another…

meltdown, 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

Already primed, ready before we stepped into my Master’s

pulsing, radiating out from my core and

I could, I would fall…

my wrists, my body twitching, my mouth screaming, my brain full of nothing but one sensation piled

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

Red! For

by my volcanic orgasm. Blind and deaf, to anything outside my own

I’d

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

to my Master, “We can declare

chocolate and

going to fuck