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,

will fly.” The

Who needs wings?

by my cheek: velvety soft leather, flicking by. “Kneel

Bright Angel, sits with Beth, cradling her on

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

tears are still a bit sore. But

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

polished timber, the grain curling golden. In the other hand, he

cuffs against my cheek. The fur-lined leather is cool on my skin, flexing against my flesh, supple and smooth. My breath catches and Richard, looking down at

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

he murmurs. “Forget everything except how this feels: What you are going to feel.

“Cara…”

mother. Adam too.

his hand, kissing the fingers, a little awkwardly around the cuff.

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

Richard move closer. Pushing my chin up with paired fingers, he meets me with his blue-eyed gaze. “You’re happy with this,

am, Sir. It’s

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

just a little, a hand 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

Moving slowly and deliberately, he

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 holds

Master shifts to stand 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,

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

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 my palm as, with the tips

Richard hisses, abruptly releasing me, stretching upright to clasp fingers behind

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

Above me, Richard huffs…

spinning me as he

his fingers tangling into my hair again, screwing tight enough to tug at my scalp. Then

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

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

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

waiting for the

“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

Richard and I both wish to be able to enjoy

the steel tongue to a perforation in

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

He snaps one cuff to

forehead. “I’ll just be

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

“I always feel that a good sub appreciates

tugged upward, my weight now only just on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist and thighs are pulled taut, my heavy breasts lifted by

of course, just now, these belong to Cara,

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

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

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

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,

resting his hands either

“I’m fine.”

fine. I’m warm inside; streaming and

want to

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

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

you.

adds Richard, “we

pussy, already heating,

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

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

close. “Ankles wider, Charlotte. I gave you some latitude, but I expect you to

not easy. I move my feet further apart, but I’m tottering. Richard nudges at my ankles with

across my buttocks, a sting that jolts the plug and

as Richard instructs, Charlotte. You know what

to move, I widen

Michael, raise her a little more, please. I’d like to feel the tension in her muscles. Her weight

“Coming right up.”

the gears forward a notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are drawn

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

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

not going

doesn’t care. Pussy pulses

the question. Do you enjoy having Elizabeth watch while I enjoy the use of

mouth is hot and dry. My pussy is hot and wet. And swollen. And aching…

my Master’s voice. “What will you use, Richard?” Then again on the edge of my peripheral vision, movement, as he strolls along his racks and

more within my

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

Richard, “for this occasion, I brought my own

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

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

skin and sets Pussy twitching out another gush of juices. “I think it is a fine measure of the depth of the

enough to feel it at all. But my senses are heightening, my skin is sensitising, and

in my chains, I

a small smile. “And since you have volunteered to stand in for Elizabeth while she recovers from her pregnancy, I agreed…” He casts across

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 touch more force, smarting a

“I’m going to fuck you with this in a

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… “… We’re

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

way too...” He plucks at hair

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

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

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

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

moves behind me and Richard releases me. One hand moves to centre-forward position, diving in and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into me with

And I yell…

no love kiss. My Master brought down the paddle hard and it hurt… the sting on

at me, his wrist rhythmically up and down inside me, his face

of the

And another…

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

buzzing in

Already primed, ready before we stepped into my Master’s pleasure room, my

out from my core and taking

would fall… But I

my brain full of nothing but

merge and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through me in a

Red! For

still gripped by my volcanic orgasm. Blind and deaf, to anything

eyes. I’d not realised they were

watching me as though they should be taking notes. Michael, sitting by Beth, is

to my Master, “We can declare that

dark as chocolate

“Which of you is going to