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 think

of your

The feather-touch traces over my spine

Who needs wings?

soft

Bright Angel, sits

cheek. “You’re sure, my Love,

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

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

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

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, eyes

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

everything except how this feels: What you are going

“Cara…”

your mother. Adam

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

kiss me, softly, brushing his lips over mine. “That’s better. Now, there are more here than just you and I. Beth loves her husband and would

paired fingers, he meets me with his blue-eyed gaze. “You’re happy with this,

course I am,

smiles, his 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;

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,

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

fingers around his length, Richard slips hands around the back of my head and

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 dewdrop, I wrap my lips over the head. As I suck, from above comes the exhalation of

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,

Between his thighs, it’s 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 my palm as, with the tips of my fingers, I

hisses, abruptly releasing me, stretching

me back and forth. “You have to try harder than

Above me, Richard huffs…

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

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 body

hardness of my Master’s chest and ribs pushing against me, his body heat permeates through his shirt to my naked skin, his heart pumps against my breasts. The hardness at his groin too, presses

pulls back, again locking my face with his.

his gaze across to where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling at each end. Arm outheld, he invites me to take my

then without waiting for the instruction, offer up

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 them

and I both wish to be able to enjoy the results of our efforts.” But his pants

perforation in the leather, then more tightly to the

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

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

forehead. “I’ll

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 taut.

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

upward, my weight now only just on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My

my nipples. “You look good, Charlotte, but of course, just now, these belong to Cara, don’t they. I’ll look forward to being

tight over the line of my waist and hip, outlining my silhouette with his hands. Brushing

my Master is cuffing my left ankle. He

he passes to Richard who clips the cuff around my ankle, the

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

stands, saunters close, resting his hands either side of my

“I’m fine.”

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

want to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

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

to taste you now. In a while, he will fuck you. And so will I.” He steers my

Richard, “we will all

pussy, already heating, shivers and

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

of

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

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

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

You know what is expected

Master.” Shuffling to move, I

little more, please. I’d like to feel the tension in her muscles. Her weight on

“Coming right up.”

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

Richard snakes an arm around my waist to

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

care. Pussy pulses hot juices

Answer the question. Do you enjoy having Elizabeth watch

My pussy is hot and wet. And

he strolls along his racks

more

Deliberately?

For sure…

his palm with a Smack! then replaces it, before moving along to pick

“for this

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

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

says, “for my 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 of the depth of

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

in my

“And since you have volunteered to stand in for Elizabeth while she recovers from her pregnancy, I agreed…” He casts

twist 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

around my waist, pushes my chin up with the pommel of the flogger. “I’m going to fuck you with this in a while, but…”

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 Master was right. We’re both…” … He glances around the room… “…

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

musing. “Perhaps I should have Elizabeth present herself this way too...” He plucks at hair already wet with my

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

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

my Master sucks 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 foot to the

heated and swollen. He licks and laps and sucks and, flinging my head back, I groan. I want to buck and

diving in and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into me with his tongue. And behind, air swishes then something slaps

And I yell…

and it hurt… the sting on

Richard pumps at me, his wrist rhythmically up and down inside me, his face presses in,

of

And another…

hot down over Richards's hand and down between my

in my

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

pulsing, radiating out from my

I could, I would fall…

mouth screaming, my brain full of

and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through me

Red! For God’s

orgasm. Blind and deaf, to anything outside my own skin, I quiver and shiver my way back to earth, drifting down

open my eyes. I’d not realised they

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

to my Master, “We can declare that

chocolate and brimming with suppressed laughter, “Oh, I

Beth… “Which of you is going to fuck