Hot Revenge Box Set 4
Chapter 50
“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
your floggers,
fly.” The feather-touch traces over
Who needs wings?
by my cheek: velvety soft leather, flicking by. “Kneel up,
rise, face-to-groin with my Master. Beyond them, Michael, my Bright Angel, sits with Beth, cradling her on his lap. Beside them,
stoops to cup Beth’s cheek. “You’re sure, my Love, that this is
are still a bit sore. But it won’t be long now. Is… Is that
his lips to hers. “Of course it is. You enjoy yourself.”
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
on my skin, flexing
fur over my forehead, then my cheek and chin. The buckle catches against my lip, a
you are going to feel. You have nothing
“Cara…”
Adam too. Now,
head, leaning into his hand, kissing the fingers, a little awkwardly
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
with paired fingers, he meets me with
am, Sir. It’s
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; the faint ‘just
lips to him,
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
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 he holds
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
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
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 press into his
releasing me, stretching upright to clasp fingers
steering me back and forth. “You have to try
Above me, Richard huffs…
as he hauls me to my feet. “Let’s
me close, but not so close that he 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 body 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 at my loins as
hair, he pulls back, again locking my face with his. “A little
where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling at each
so, then without waiting for the instruction, offer up
the Saint Andrew’s cross might make a change. But James and Richard agreed that it’s easier for the two of them
I both wish to be able to enjoy the
tongue to a perforation in the
“No, Master. They’re fine.”
one cuff to a carabiner, Richard
her forehead. “I’ll just be
movement as he winds the supporting chain higher, and
more, I think,” says Richard. “I always feel that a good sub appreciates a
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
just now, these belong to Cara, don’t they. I’ll look forward to being able to
his journey, his palms flat, tight over the line of my waist and hip, outlining my silhouette with his hands. Brushing over my ass, he
is cuffing my
chain through a wall hoop. This too, he passes to Richard who clips the cuff around
“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,
his hands either side of
“I’m fine.”
than fine. I’m warm inside; streaming and
to
Really filled…
By a man…
By men…
softly, brushes fingers over my lips, then returns
while, he will fuck you.
“we will
pussy, already heating,
Your tongue…
Lapping through me…
Winding around me…
My clit throbs…
the flesh of my raised breasts bounces and vibrates to
I gave you some latitude, but
nudges at my ankles
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
know what is expected
move, I widen
will do, Charlotte. Michael, raise her a little more, please. I’d like to feel the tension in her
“Coming right up.”
irresistibly, inexorably, my
left of my balance and my weight drops onto my wrists before Richard snakes an arm around my waist to support me. “Perfect. Tell
the words. In the second or so before I reply, leather tongues swipe
not going
care. Pussy pulses hot juices down
Do you enjoy having Elizabeth watch while I enjoy the use of your
dry. My pussy is hot and
“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 mine, then away again. “Perhaps something with more
be more
Deliberately?
For sure…
Smack! then
Richard, “for this occasion, I brought my own
are wide, pupils huge and black. She
to me for inspection. It’s another flogger: a lovely
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 the friendship between you, that she should ask me
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,
in my chains, I
recovers from her pregnancy, I agreed…” He casts across to his heavily breathing
catches, harder across my thighs, enough
going to fuck you with this in a while, but…” He steps back… “… I think, a little for
my loins,
he looks at me, his hands roaming, sliding down
at hair already wet with my own juices. Pussy throbs. “…Then again, I enjoy the variety.
slung around her shoulder, he gives Beth a squeeze… “Sometimes smooth. Sometimes not.” The other arm, lower down, inside her
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 while.” He glances
to be busy, Charlotte.” Legs astride, arms folded, with the paddle loose in his hand, he’s putting on a
heated and swollen. He licks and laps and sucks and, flinging my head back, I groan. I want to
Richard releases me. One hand moves to centre-forward position, diving in and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into
And I yell…
My Master brought down the paddle hard and it hurt… the sting on
me, his wrist rhythmically up and down inside me, his face presses
of
And another…
juices streaming hot down over Richards's hand and down between my thighs. The heat
buzzing in
pulsing inside. Already primed, ready before we stepped into my Master’s pleasure
pulsing, radiating out from my core and taking the rest
I would
wrists, my body twitching, my mouth screaming, my brain full of nothing but
and bloom, euphoria billowing through me in
Red! For
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 and
open my eyes. I’d
are standing side-by-side, watching me as though they should be taking notes. Michael, sitting by Beth,
“We can declare that a
as chocolate and brimming with suppressed laughter, “Oh, I
going to fuck her now?”
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