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

Who needs wings?

my cheek: velvety soft leather, flicking

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

“You’re sure, my Love, that this is

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

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

seen before. The shaft is smooth, polished timber, the grain curling golden. In the other hand, he holds

my skin, flexing against my flesh, supple and smooth. My breath catches

curving, turns the strap over, stroking the fur over my forehead, then my cheek and chin. The buckle catches against my

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

“Cara…”

Adam too.

the fingers, a little

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

away, letting Richard move closer. Pushing my chin up with paired fingers, he meets me with his blue-eyed

course I am,

gone. So close now, the warm musk of his body washes over me and I inhale deeply; his scent; musky, spicy, masculine; the faint

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

cheek, caressing my face and, lips wide, I mouth at him over his trousers. Moving slowly

reach inside, past soft fabric to warm skin, the wiry fuzz of hair, the velvet 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

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 air, and the hands draw me

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 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

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

me, stretching upright to clasp fingers behind his

replaced by my Master’s, knotting into my hair, tight; controlling me, steering me back and forth. “You have

Above me, Richard huffs…

lifting; spinning me as he hauls me to my

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

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

my hair, he pulls back, again locking my

his gaze across to where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner

without waiting for the

a change. But

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 his pants

tongue to a perforation in the leather, then more tightly to the next. “Comfortable? Not

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

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

her forehead. “I’ll just be a

the rhythmic movement as he winds the supporting chain higher, and with an oiled squeak from the gears, my hands are raised, my

I think,” says Richard. “I always feel that a good sub

The gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist and thighs are pulled taut, my heavy breasts

to Cara, don’t they. I’ll look forward to being able to enjoy

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

my feet, my Master is cuffing my left ankle. He passes the other cuff

wall hoop. This too, he passes to Richard who clips the cuff around my ankle, the chain

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

his hands either side of my face,

“I’m fine.”

and swelling. But the

want to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

fingers over my lips, then returns to

fuck you. And so will

“we will

pussy, already heating, shivers

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

the flesh of my raised

very close. “Ankles wider, Charlotte. I gave you

my feet further apart, but I’m tottering. Richard nudges at my

instant it takes me to obey, the tresses of the flogger flash across my buttocks, a sting that jolts the plug and whips the air into

Charlotte. You know what is expected of

to move,

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

“Coming right up.”

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

what’s left 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 while I

so before I reply, leather tongues swipe

going to be

care. Pussy pulses

Answer the question. Do you enjoy having Elizabeth watch

is hot and wet. And swollen. And aching… “Yes, Sir. I

as he strolls along his racks and shelves. His eyes dart to mine, then away again. “Perhaps something with more bite?” He

to be more within

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

Richard, “for this

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

to me for inspection. It’s another flogger: a lovely piece, the

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 the friendship between you, that she should

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,

He casts across to his heavily breathing wife… “… I

enough to warm. “You like that, Charlotte? I thought you would.” He

going to fuck you with this in a while, but…” He steps back…

thighs. His face close to my loins, he inhales. “You smell

back, he looks at me, his hands roaming, sliding down and around my thighs, then up and over

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

variety too.” One arm slung around her shoulder, he gives Beth a squeeze… “Sometimes smooth. Sometimes not.” The other arm, lower down, inside her robe, is

Charlotte, to have

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

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 twist,

and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes

And I yell…

hard and it hurt… the sting on my buttocks… the press of the plug as the

wrist rhythmically up and

stroke of

And another…

my juices streaming hot down over Richards's hand and down between my thighs. The heat of his mouth

in my

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

throbbing and pulsing, radiating out from my core and taking the rest

could, I would fall… But

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

bloom, euphoria billowing through me

Red! For God’s sake,

orgasm. Blind and deaf, to anything outside my own skin,

I’d

side-by-side, watching me as though they should be taking notes.

casts to my Master, “We

voice thick as whipped cream, dark as chocolate and brimming with suppressed laughter,

going to fuck her now?” Mischief skitters over