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

The feather-touch

Who needs wings?

soft leather,

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

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

chews at a lip. “The tears are still a bit sore. But it

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

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, scented of

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

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

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

“Cara…”

is with your mother. Adam too. Now, relax. Calm yourself.

into his hand, kissing the fingers, a little awkwardly

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

my chin up with paired

course I am, Sir.

gone. So close now, the warm musk of his

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

slowly and deliberately, he

I slide fingers around his length, Richard slips

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 above comes the exhalation of

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

swollen cock 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 my palm as, with the tips of my fingers, I

Richard hisses, abruptly releasing me, stretching upright to clasp

and forth. “You

Above me, Richard huffs…

under my arms, lifting; spinning me as he hauls me

face. Tall and straight he stands before me, his fingers tangling into my hair again, screwing tight enough

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

he pulls back, again locking my face with his.

his gaze across to where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling at each end. Arm outheld, he invites me to take my

then without waiting for the instruction, offer up

place with 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 easier for the two of them to

smile that doesn’t touch my Master’s lips, nonetheless dances in his eyes. “Quite right. Richard and I both wish to be able

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

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

raise my arms. He snaps one cuff to a carabiner, Richard the other, then together

“I’ll

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

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

Clunk, locking into position. My waist and thighs are pulled taut,

look good, Charlotte, but of course, just now, these belong to Cara, don’t they. I’ll look forward to being able to

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

thighs, he pauses. At my feet, my Master is cuffing my left ankle. He passes the other cuff to

the right, Michael is looping chain through a wall hoop. This too, he passes to

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

close, resting his hands

“I’m fine.”

than fine. I’m warm inside; streaming and

want to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

are.” Still holding my face, he kisses me softly, brushes fingers over my lips, then returns

you now. In a while, he will fuck you. And so will I.” He steers my chin toward Michael, who grins. “Your

“we will

heating,

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

of

I gave you some

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

that jolts the plug and

Richard instructs, Charlotte. You know what is expected of

Master.” Shuffling to move, I widen my

a little more, please. I’d like to feel the tension in her

“Coming right up.”

it takes to grind the gears forward a notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are

with tension, almost crucified. Muscles straining, I lose 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

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

not going

Pussy doesn’t care. Pussy pulses hot juices down

question. Do you enjoy having Elizabeth watch

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

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

Deliberately?

For sure…

he picks out a crop, brings it down on his palm with a Smack! then replaces

“for this occasion,

eyes are wide, pupils huge and black. She dimples a smile at me as she passes something

strolls back, offering it up to me for inspection. It’s another flogger: a lovely piece, the handle bound in plaited red and black leather

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

ambles around me; a complete circuit, 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

my

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

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

my chin up with the pommel of the flogger. “I’m going to fuck you with this in a while, but…” He steps back…

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 all going to enjoy

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

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

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

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

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’s putting on a casual front, but his stance is uneasy as he shifts his weight from one

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. And somehow, I’ve lost the power of speech, only

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

And I yell…

brought down the paddle hard and it hurt… the sting on my buttocks… the press of the plug as the paddle jolts it into

and

of the

And another…

hot down over Richards's hand and down between my thighs. The

buzzing in my

into

and pulsing, radiating out from my core and

I could, I would fall… But I

my mouth screaming, my brain full of nothing but

and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing through

For

Richard pulls 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

my eyes. I’d not realised

though they should be taking notes. Michael, sitting by Beth, is laughing. Beth’s mouth hangs

Master, “We can declare that a

as chocolate and

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