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

of your

The feather-touch

Who needs wings?

by my cheek: velvety soft leather, flicking by.

Bright Angel, sits with Beth, cradling

Beth’s cheek. “You’re sure, my Love, that this is enough for

cousin chews at a lip. “The tears are still a bit sore. But it won’t

hers. “Of course it is. You enjoy yourself.” He exchanges nods with Michael, then returns to

Master holds the flogger, the tails swishing free. It’s not one I’ve seen before. The shaft is smooth, polished timber, the grain curling golden. In the other hand, he holds cuffs. Perhaps he bought them as a set. The leather of both falls and cuffs, scented of honey and

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 head slightly,

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

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

“Cara…”

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

his hand, kissing the fingers, a

brushing his lips over mine. “That’s better. Now, there are more here than just you and I.

Master steps away, letting Richard move closer. Pushing my chin up with paired fingers, he meets me

am, Sir. It’s

So close now, the warm musk of his body washes over me and I inhale deeply; his scent;

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

palm 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

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

trail shines from the slit. Kissing

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

warm, almost humid, but I enjoy the soft and yielding skin, the faint scratch of coarser hairs on my skin, the hard kernels; shifting them in

releasing me, stretching upright to clasp fingers behind his

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 off your performance.

Above me, Richard huffs…

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

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; an open-mouthed penetration of

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

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

a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling at each end. Arm outheld, he invites me to take

I do so, then without waiting

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

in his eyes. “Quite right. Richard and I both wish to be able to enjoy the results of our efforts.” But

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

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

I raise my arms. He snaps one cuff to a carabiner, Richard

her forehead. “I’ll just be

chain higher, and with an oiled squeak from the gears, my hands are raised, my arms

little more, I think,” says Richard. “I always feel

clinks tighter and I’m tugged upward, my weight now only just on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist and thighs are pulled taut, my

just now, these belong to Cara,

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

At my feet, my Master is cuffing my left ankle. He

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

Master repeats this 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 leave me a little movement. I can’t close my ankles, but I could widen

resting his hands either

“I’m fine.”

inside; streaming and swelling. But the plug is driving

want to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

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

by my face, my Master whispers, “Richard wants to taste you now. In a while, he will fuck you. And

“we will all share

pussy, already heating,

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

obviously so as the flesh of

gave you some latitude, but I expect

further apart, but I’m tottering. Richard nudges at my ankles with his shoes, his breath sighing over me

across my buttocks, a sting that jolts the plug and whips the

know what is

to move, I

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.”

takes to grind the gears forward a notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are

crucified. Muscles straining, I lose what’s left of my balance and my 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

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 stroke this time, but the

down’s not going to be

Pussy pulses hot juices down

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

hot and

behind me, my Master’s voice. “What will 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 be more within my

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

Richard, “for this occasion, I

eyes twinkling, he strolls across to Beth. Her eyes are wide, pupils

accepts it and strolls back, offering it up to me for inspection. It’s another flogger: a lovely piece, the handle bound in plaited red and black

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 me

a complete circuit, casually flicking 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

my chains,

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

of the wrist, he lashes across my breasts, 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

flogger. “I’m going to fuck you with this in a while, but…” He steps back… “… I think, a

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 Master was right. We’re both…”

looks at me, his hands roaming, sliding down

present herself this way too...” He plucks at hair already wet with my

gives Beth a squeeze… “Sometimes smooth. Sometimes not.” The other arm, lower down, inside

quests further, slipping paired fingers between pussy lips already slick with my 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 up elsewhere in a

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

me, grasping my buttocks, pushing the 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 somehow, I’ve lost the power

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

And I yell…

hurt… the sting on my buttocks… the press of the

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

of the

And another…

is going into meltdown, my juices streaming hot down over Richards's hand and down between

buzzing in my

into my Master’s pleasure room, my climax

my core and taking the rest of

I could, I would fall…

screaming, my brain full of nothing but one sensation piled on

euphoria billowing through me in a shuddering,

Red! For God’s sake,

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

I’d not realised they

me as though they should be taking notes. Michael, sitting by Beth, is

my Master, “We can declare that a success

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

is going to fuck her now?”