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

Today, you will fly.” The feather-touch traces over my spine

Who needs wings?

my cheek: velvety soft

my Master. Beyond them, Michael, my Bright Angel, sits with Beth, cradling her

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

chews at a lip. “The tears are still a bit sore.

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

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

skin, flexing against my flesh, supple and smooth.

Master, lips curving, turns the strap over, stroking the fur over my forehead, then my cheek and

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

“Cara…”

Adam too. Now,

head, leaning into his hand, kissing the fingers, a little

you and I. Beth loves her husband and would like to see that you are servicing him appropriately.

with paired fingers, he meets

course I am, Sir.

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 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,

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. Then he

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

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

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 in my mouth as I suck and lick and

soft and yielding skin, the faint scratch of coarser hairs on

hisses, abruptly releasing me, stretching upright to

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

Above me, Richard huffs…

arms, lifting; spinning me as he hauls me to my

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

heart pumps against my breasts. The hardness at his groin too, presses at my loins as I accept him, returning the kiss, linking my

again locking

I follow his gaze across to where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling at each end. Arm outheld,

so, then without waiting for the

his place with 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

“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

to a perforation in the

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

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

kisses her forehead. “I’ll just be a

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

think,” says Richard. “I always

just on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist and thighs are pulled taut, my

plucks at my nipples. “You look good, Charlotte, but of course, just now, these belong to Cara, don’t

silhouette with his hands. Brushing over my ass, he nudges at the

my Master is cuffing my left ankle. He passes

looping chain through a wall hoop. This too, 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 that I’m already

his hands either side of my face,

“I’m fine.”

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

to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

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

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

Richard, “we will all

already heating,

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

is accelerating, obviously so as the flesh of my raised breasts

gave you some latitude, but I expect

I’m tottering. Richard nudges at my ankles with his shoes, his

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

know what is expected

Shuffling to move, I widen my

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

“Coming right up.”

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

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

so before I reply, leather tongues swipe behind my thighs again, biting

going to be fun

Pussy pulses hot juices

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

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

“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

Deliberately?

For sure…

a Smack! then replaces it, before moving along to pick out

this occasion, I brought my own

stern, but eyes twinkling, he strolls across to Beth. Her eyes are wide, pupils huge and black. She dimples a smile at me as she passes

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

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

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

in my chains,

smile. “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

breasts, still lightly, but then again, as my breath catches, harder across my thighs, enough to warm. “You like

close, wraps an arm around my waist, pushes my chin up with the pommel of the flogger. “I’m going to fuck you with this in a

curve inside my thighs. His face close to my loins, he inhales. “You smell wonderful, Charlotte. Your

belly. Kneeling back, he looks at me, his hands

at hair already wet with my own juices. Pussy

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

the fingers. “I’m tempted, Charlotte, to have you lick me clean, but

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

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

finger-fucking me as he swipes into me with his tongue. And

And I yell…

love kiss. My Master brought down the paddle hard and it hurt… the sting on my buttocks… the press of the plug

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

of the

And another…

between my thighs. The heat of his mouth over my tortured-ecstatic

buzzing in my

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

from my core and taking the rest of me with

would

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

bloom, euphoria billowing through me in a

Red! For God’s sake,

tsunami, 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

I open my eyes. I’d not

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

Master, “We

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

to fuck her now?” Mischief skitters over