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

your

The

Who needs wings?

my cheek: velvety soft leather, flicking

Angel, sits with Beth, cradling

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

“The tears are still a bit

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

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 bees,

cheek. The fur-lined leather is cool on my skin, flexing against my flesh,

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

you are going to feel.

“Cara…”

is with your mother. Adam too. Now, relax. Calm yourself.

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

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

chin up with paired fingers, he

am, Sir. It’s

barely over, his tan is all but gone. So close now, the warm musk of his body

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

trousers. Moving slowly and deliberately, he

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

behind me, trailing 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

soft, I probe with my tongue into the ridge of the crown, tracing his outline, tasting him, swiping over the trickle of precum, then sucking away the viscous thread that clings

his thighs, it’s warm, almost humid, but I enjoy the soft and yielding skin, the faint

me, stretching upright to clasp fingers behind

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

Above me, Richard huffs…

my Master stoops, hooking hands under my arms, lifting; spinning me as he hauls me to my feet. “Let’s see if

my face. Tall and straight he stands before me, his fingers tangling into my

my breasts. The

gripping my hair, he pulls back, again

a spreader-bar hangs, a

do so, then without waiting for the instruction,

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 of them to

Master’s lips, nonetheless dances in his eyes. “Quite right. Richard and I both wish to be able to

steel tongue to a perforation in the

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

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

her forehead. “I’ll just be a

vision picks up the rhythmic movement as he winds the supporting chain higher, and with

“I always feel that a good sub appreciates

chain clinks tighter and I’m tugged upward, my weight now only just on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into

but of course, just now, these belong to Cara, don’t they. I’ll

and hip, outlining my silhouette with his hands. Brushing over

my feet, my Master is cuffing

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

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,

stands, saunters close, resting his hands

“I’m fine.”

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

to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

brushes fingers over my lips, then returns

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

adds Richard, “we will

pussy, already heating, shivers

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

is accelerating, obviously so as the flesh of my raised breasts bounces and vibrates to the

I gave you some latitude, but I expect you to open for

I 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.

tresses of the flogger flash across my buttocks, a sting that jolts

Richard instructs, Charlotte. You know what is expected of

to move, I widen my ankles

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

“Coming right up.”

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

breathing is tight and I’m fighting for the words. In the second or so before I reply, leather tongues swipe behind my thighs again,

down’s not going

doesn’t care. Pussy pulses hot

Answer the question. Do you enjoy having Elizabeth watch

pussy is hot and wet. And swollen.

he strolls along his racks and shelves. His eyes dart to mine, then away again. “Perhaps something

to be more

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

“for this occasion, I

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

inspection. It’s another flogger: a lovely piece,

“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

hard enough to feel it

in my chains,

a small 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 believe Elizabeth is looking forward to watching your response when I use her gift on

my breath catches, harder across my thighs, enough

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…” He steps back… “… I think, a little for my own pleasure

to his knees and plants his palms to curve inside my thighs. His face close to my loins,

me, his hands roaming, sliding down and around

present herself this way too...” He plucks at hair already wet with my own juices. Pussy throbs. “…Then again, I enjoy the variety. What do you think,

eyes crinkle. “Oh, I 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 her

He withdraws, then sucks the fingers. “I’m tempted, Charlotte, to have you lick

one side, 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

hands behind 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

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

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 as the paddle jolts

rhythmically up and down inside me, his face presses

of the

And another…

into meltdown, my juices streaming hot down over Richards's hand and down between my thighs. The heat of his mouth over my tortured-ecstatic

buzzing in my

into my Master’s

throbbing and pulsing, radiating out from my core and

could, I would fall…

my body twitching, my mouth screaming, my brain full of nothing but one sensation piled

bloom, euphoria billowing through me in a shuddering, shaking

Red! For God’s

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

I open my eyes. I’d

and my Master are standing side-by-side, watching me as though they should be taking notes. Michael,

casts to my Master, “We can

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

going to fuck her now?” Mischief skitters over