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

of your floggers,

The feather-touch traces over my spine

Who needs wings?

my cheek: velvety soft leather, flicking by.

my Bright Angel, sits with Beth, cradling her

cheek. “You’re sure,

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

hers. “Of course it is. You enjoy

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

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

over, stroking the fur over my forehead, then my cheek and chin. The

how this feels: What you are going to feel. You have nothing to worry

“Cara…”

your mother. Adam too. Now,

his hand, kissing the fingers, a little awkwardly around

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

closer. Pushing my chin up with paired fingers, he meets me

am, Sir.

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

his hips, I press my lips to him,

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

slide fingers around his length, Richard slips hands around the back of my head and into my hair. He’s not

seeping, a dewy trail shines from the slit. Kissing away the dewdrop, I wrap my lips over the head. As I

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.

other, reaching inside 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 hairs on my skin, the hard kernels; shifting them

me, stretching upright

Master’s, 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 while you were pregnant have taken the edge off your performance. You’re

Above me, Richard huffs…

my arms, lifting; spinning me as he hauls me to my feet. “Let’s see if we

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

body heat permeates through his shirt to my naked skin, his heart pumps against my breasts. The hardness at his groin

again locking

spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling at each end.

do so, then without waiting for the

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

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

steel tongue to a perforation in the leather, then more tightly to the next.

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

up and I raise my arms. He snaps one cuff to a carabiner,

“I’ll just be a

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

says Richard. “I always feel that a good sub appreciates

feet. The gears Clunk, locking into

just now, these belong to Cara, don’t they. I’ll look forward to being able

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

my thighs, he pauses. At my feet, my Master is

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

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,

close, resting his hands either side of my face,

“I’m fine.”

warm inside; streaming and swelling. But the plug

to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

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

he will fuck you. And so

“we will all

already heating, shivers

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

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

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

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

obey, the tresses of the flogger flash across my buttocks, a sting that jolts the plug and whips

Richard instructs, Charlotte. You know

Shuffling to move,

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

“Coming right up.”

half-minute it takes to grind the gears forward a notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are drawn up at the wrists, leaving me teetering on

my wrists before Richard snakes an arm around my waist to support me. “Perfect. Tell me, Charlotte, do you enjoy having my

In the second or so before I reply, leather tongues swipe behind my thighs again, biting in. Only a single stroke this time,

going to

doesn’t care. Pussy pulses hot juices down

having Elizabeth

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

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 bite?” He speaks as

more within

Deliberately?

For sure…

down on his palm with a Smack! then replaces it, before moving along to pick out another item: a

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

he strolls across to Beth. Her eyes are wide, pupils huge and black. She dimples

and strolls back, offering it up to me for inspection. It’s another flogger: a lovely

He swishes the falls over my breasts; a whispering movement that caresses my skin and sets Pussy twitching

casually 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, and every contact sends electricity streaking

my

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

he lashes across my breasts, still lightly, but then again, as my breath catches, harder across my thighs, enough to warm. “You like that, Charlotte? I thought you would.” He repeats it, on the other side, again, a

flogger. “I’m going to fuck you with this

to my loins, he inhales.

against my belly. Kneeling back, he looks at me, his hands roaming, sliding down and around my thighs, then up

my curls, musing. “Perhaps I should have Elizabeth present herself this way too...” He plucks at hair already wet with my own juices. Pussy throbs. “…Then

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 robe, is exploring Beth’s

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

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 licks and laps and sucks and, flinging my head back, I

releases me. One hand moves to centre-forward position, diving in and up, finger-fucking me

And I yell…

no love kiss. My Master brought down the paddle hard and it hurt… the sting on my buttocks… the press of the plug as

up and down inside me, his face presses in,

of the

And another…

juices streaming hot down over Richards's hand and down between my

in

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

radiating out from my core and taking the rest of

could, I would

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

and bloom, euphoria billowing

Red! For God’s sake,

away. But I’m still riding the 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

eyes. I’d not realised they

as though they should be taking notes. Michael,

Master, “We can declare

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

going to fuck her now?” Mischief