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 think it

your

you will fly.” The

Who needs wings?

my cheek: velvety soft leather,

Michael, my Bright Angel,

Beth’s cheek. “You’re sure, my

still a bit sore. But it won’t be long now. Is…

is. You enjoy yourself.” He exchanges nods with Michael, then returns to stand by

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 bees, is velvet-dark as

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

my forehead, then my cheek and chin. The buckle catches against my lip, a touch of chill

are going to feel. You

“Cara…”

with your mother. Adam

kissing the fingers, a little awkwardly around

“That’s better. Now, there are more here than just you and I. Beth loves her husband and would like to

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

am, Sir. It’s a

now, the warm musk of his body washes over me and I inhale deeply; his scent; musky, spicy, masculine; the faint ‘just laundered’ scent of

either side of his hips, I press my lips to him, kissing the bulge. Rolling my eyes

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

steel of his waiting erection. As I slide fingers around his length,

is already seeping, a dewy trail shines from the slit.

then sucking away the viscous thread that clings to my lips. Ringing his shaft

once more, I cup him. Between his thighs, it’s warm, almost humid, but I enjoy the soft and yielding skin, the faint scratch of coarser

abruptly releasing me, stretching upright to clasp fingers behind his

tight; controlling me, steering me back and forth. “You have to try harder than that, Charlotte. I think months of freedom

Above me, Richard huffs…

as he hauls me to my feet. “Let’s

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

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 at my loins as I accept him, returning the kiss, linking my hands around his neck,

back, again

a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling

I do so, then without waiting for the instruction, offer up my

Saint Andrew’s cross might make a change. But James and Richard

that doesn’t touch my Master’s lips, nonetheless dances in his eyes. “Quite right. Richard and I both wish to be able to enjoy the results of our efforts.” But

cuffs to me, drawing the steel tongue to a perforation in the

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

his chin up and I raise my arms. He snaps one cuff to a carabiner, Richard the other, then together they turn

“I’ll just be

movement as he winds the supporting chain higher, and with an

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 waist and thighs are pulled taut, my heavy breasts lifted

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

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

is cuffing my left ankle. He passes the other

looping chain through a wall hoop. This too, he passes to Richard

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,

stands, saunters close, resting his hands either side of

“I’m fine.”

and swelling. But the

to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

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

to taste you now. In a while, he will fuck you. And so will I.” He steers my chin toward Michael, who grins.

“we will

pussy, already heating, shivers

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

as the flesh of my raised breasts bounces and vibrates to

wider, Charlotte. I gave you some latitude, but

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

my buttocks, a sting that jolts the plug and

You know what

Shuffling to move, I

more, please. I’d like to feel the tension

“Coming right up.”

forward a notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are drawn

my balance and my weight drops onto my wrists before Richard snakes an arm around my

the second or so before I reply, leather tongues swipe behind

down’s not going to be

doesn’t care. Pussy pulses hot

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

My pussy is hot and wet. And swollen.

edge of my peripheral vision, movement, as he strolls along his racks and shelves. His eyes dart to mine,

to be more within my

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

fact,” says Richard, “for this occasion, I brought my own

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

back, offering it up to me for inspection. It’s another flogger: a lovely piece, the handle

my skin and sets Pussy twitching out another gush of juices. “I think it is a fine measure

feel it at all. But my senses are heightening, my skin is sensitising, and every contact sends

my

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

then again, as my breath catches, harder across my thighs, enough to warm.

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

loins, he inhales. “You smell wonderful, Charlotte. Your

his forehead against my belly. Kneeling back, he looks at me, his hands roaming, sliding down and

Elizabeth present herself this way too...” He plucks at hair already wet with my own juices. Pussy throbs.

“Oh, I enjoy the variety too.” One arm slung around her shoulder, he gives Beth a squeeze…

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 while.”

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

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

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

And I yell…

My Master brought down the paddle hard and it hurt… the sting on my buttocks… the press of the plug as the paddle jolts it

Richard pumps at me, his wrist rhythmically up and down

of the

And another…

between my thighs. The heat of his mouth over

buzzing in my

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

and pulsing, radiating out from my core and taking

could, I would fall…

my brain full of nothing but one sensation piled on

heat-pleasure-pain-sting-ecstasy all merge and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through me in a shuddering, shaking rhapsodic

Red! For God’s

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

I’d

watching me as though they should be taking notes. Michael, sitting by Beth, is laughing. Beth’s

my Master, “We can declare that

chocolate and brimming

you is going to fuck her now?” Mischief skitters over her