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

your floggers,

will fly.” The feather-touch traces

Who needs wings?

brushes by my cheek: velvety soft leather, flicking

Angel, sits with

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

a bit sore.

enjoy yourself.”

flogger, the tails swishing 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,

on my skin, flexing against my flesh, supple and smooth. My breath catches and Richard, looking down at me, inclines

turns the strap over, stroking the fur over my forehead, then my cheek and chin. The buckle catches against my lip, a touch of chill against the warmth of

except how this feels: What you are going to feel. You have

“Cara…”

is with your mother. Adam

my head, leaning into his hand, kissing the

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

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

am, Sir.

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

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,

to my cheek, caressing my face and, lips wide, I mouth at him over his trousers. Moving slowly and deliberately, he unravels his belt, slips open

his waiting erection. As I slide fingers around his length, Richard slips hands around the back of my head and into

dewy trail shines from the slit. Kissing away

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

with one hand, with the 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 in

releasing me, stretching upright

of movement. Richard’s fingers are replaced by my 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

Above me, Richard huffs…

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

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 and

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

my hair, he pulls back, again locking my face with his.

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

without waiting for the instruction, offer up my

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

I both wish to be able to enjoy the results of our efforts.” But his

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

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

arms. He snaps one cuff to

kisses her forehead. “I’ll just be

peripheral vision picks up the rhythmic movement as he winds the supporting chain higher, and with an oiled squeak from the gears, my hands

Richard. “I always

gears Clunk,

belong to

outlining my silhouette with his hands. Brushing over my

my Master is cuffing my left

he

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

his hands either side of

“I’m fine.”

warm inside; streaming and swelling. But the plug

to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

face, he kisses me softly, brushes fingers over my lips, then returns to Beth. Looping an arm around her, he

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

adds Richard, “we will all

already heating, shivers

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

flesh of my raised breasts bounces

“Ankles wider, Charlotte. I gave you

at my ankles with his shoes, his breath sighing

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 sets it gasping out

instructs, Charlotte. You know what

Master.” Shuffling to move, I widen my

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

“Coming right up.”

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

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

In the second or so before I reply, leather tongues swipe behind my thighs again, biting in.

going to

pulses

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

hot and dry. My pussy is hot and wet. And swollen.

Richard?” Then again on the edge of my peripheral vision, movement, as he strolls along his racks and shelves. His eyes dart to mine, then away again. “Perhaps

more within my

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

“for this occasion, I

stern, but eyes twinkling, he strolls across to Beth. Her eyes are wide, pupils

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

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

ambles around me; a complete circuit, casually flicking at my skin. It doesn’t hurt. It’s barely hard enough to feel it at

in my chains, I

in for Elizabeth while she recovers from her pregnancy, I agreed…” He casts across to his heavily breathing wife… “… I believe Elizabeth

harder across my thighs, enough to warm. “You like that, Charlotte? I thought you would.” He repeats it, on the other side, again, a

arm 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

drops to his knees and plants his palms to curve inside my thighs. His face close to my loins, he inhales. “You smell wonderful, Charlotte. Your Master was right. We’re both…” … He glances around the room… “…

Kneeling back, he looks at me, his hands roaming, sliding down and

herself this way too...” He plucks at hair already wet with my own juices. Pussy throbs. “…Then

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

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

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

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, but my tensioned body can only tremble and shudder.

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

And I yell…

paddle hard and it hurt… the sting on my buttocks… the press

rhythmically up and down inside me, his face presses in, tonguing my

of the

And another…

over Richards's hand and down between my thighs. The heat of his mouth over my tortured-ecstatic clit…

in

stepped into my

out from my core and taking the rest of me with

I would

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

merge and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through me in a shuddering, shaking rhapsodic

For God’s sake,

tsunami, my body out of my control, still gripped by my volcanic orgasm. Blind and deaf, to

I’d not realised

watching me as though they should

“We can declare

whipped cream, dark as chocolate and brimming with suppressed

says Beth… “Which of you is going to fuck her now?” Mischief skitters over