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

of your

will fly.” The feather-touch traces over my

Who needs wings?

cheek: velvety soft leather,

Angel, sits with Beth, cradling

Beth’s cheek. “You’re sure,

lip. “The tears are still a bit sore. But it won’t be long now. Is… Is

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

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 the pelt of some great black cat,

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

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

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

“Cara…”

Adam too. Now, relax.

the fingers, a little awkwardly around the cuff. “Yes,

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

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

I am, Sir. It’s

tan is all but gone. So close now, the warm musk

of his hips, I press my lips to him, kissing the bulge.

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

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

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 I suck, from

the trickle of precum, then sucking away the viscous thread that clings to

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

abruptly releasing me, stretching upright

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

Above me, Richard huffs…

arms, lifting; spinning me as he hauls

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

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

he pulls back, again locking my face with his. “A

where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling at each end. Arm outheld, he invites

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

make a change. But James and Richard agreed

Richard and I both wish to be able to enjoy the results

me, drawing the steel tongue to a perforation in the leather, then

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

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

kisses her forehead. “I’ll just be

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

“I always feel that a good sub appreciates a

now only just on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist and thighs are pulled taut, my heavy

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

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

my feet, my Master is

too, he passes to Richard who clips the cuff around my ankle, the chain to the

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

saunters close, resting his hands either side of

“I’m fine.”

warm inside; streaming and swelling. But

to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

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

by my face, my Master whispers, “Richard wants to taste you now. In a while, he will fuck you. And so will I.” He steers my chin toward Michael, who grins. “Your Golden Lover too.

adds Richard, “we

already heating, shivers

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

heart is accelerating, obviously so as the flesh of my raised

wider, Charlotte. 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,

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

You know what is expected of

Master.” Shuffling to move, I

my thigh. “That will do, Charlotte. Michael, raise her a little more, please. I’d like to

“Coming right up.”

to grind the gears forward a notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my

almost crucified. Muscles straining, I lose what’s left of my balance and my weight drops onto my wrists before Richard snakes an arm

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

down’s not going to be fun

doesn’t care. Pussy pulses

enjoy having Elizabeth watch while I enjoy the use of

My pussy is hot and wet.

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

more

Deliberately?

For sure…

a Smack! then replaces it, before moving

this

pupils huge and black.

me for inspection. It’s another flogger: a lovely piece, the handle bound in plaited

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

hurt. It’s barely hard enough to feel it

in my

pregnancy, I agreed…” He casts across to his heavily

enough to warm. “You like that, Charlotte? I thought

flogger. “I’m going to

a pocket, 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

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

I should have Elizabeth present herself this way too...” He plucks at hair already wet with my own juices.

he gives Beth a squeeze… “Sometimes smooth. Sometimes not.” The other arm, lower down, inside her robe, is exploring Beth’s

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.” He glances

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

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,

and Richard releases me. One hand moves to centre-forward position, diving in and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into 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 the paddle jolts it into

rhythmically up and

stroke of the

And another…

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

in my

into my Master’s pleasure room, my climax is

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

I could, I would fall…

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

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

Red! For God’s sake,

my control, still gripped by my volcanic orgasm. Blind and deaf, to anything outside my own skin, I

I’d not realised they

though they should be

casts to my Master, “We can declare that a success

dark as chocolate and brimming with suppressed laughter,

is going to fuck her now?” Mischief skitters over