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

of your

you will fly.” The feather-touch traces over my

Who needs wings?

brushes by my cheek: velvety soft leather, flicking by.

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

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

still a bit sore.

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

holds the 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

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

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

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

“Cara…”

your mother. Adam too. Now, relax.

into his hand, kissing the fingers, a little awkwardly around

just you and I. Beth loves her

Richard move closer. Pushing my chin up with paired

I am, Sir. It’s

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

presses through his pants. Leaning forward 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

slowly

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

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,

swiping over the trickle of precum, then sucking away the viscous thread that clings to my lips. Ringing

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

releasing me, stretching upright to clasp fingers behind

replaced by my Master’s, knotting into my hair, tight; controlling me, steering me back and forth. “You

Above me, Richard huffs…

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

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

shirt to my naked skin, his heart pumps against my breasts. The hardness at his groin too, presses at

back, again locking my

a carabiner dangling at each end. Arm outheld,

I do so, then without waiting

might make a change. But James and Richard agreed that it’s easier for the two of them to work you from

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

to a perforation in the leather, then more tightly

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

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

kisses her forehead. “I’ll just

chain higher,

“I always

chain clinks tighter and I’m tugged upward, my weight now only just on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist and thighs are pulled

nipples. “You look good, Charlotte, but of course, just now, these belong to Cara, don’t they. I’ll

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

At my feet, my Master is cuffing my left

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

to my right. “Tension her up, Michael.” He draws the chain to my right; Michael the one to my left, and my ankles are eased apart, my thighs opened, my

close, resting his hands either side of my face,

“I’m fine.”

better than fine. I’m warm inside; streaming and swelling. But the plug is driving me

to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

my lips, then returns to Beth. Looping an arm around her, he drops a hand to

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

“we will all

already heating, shivers and

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

flesh of my

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

I’m tottering. Richard nudges at my ankles with his

flash across my buttocks, a sting that jolts the plug and whips the air into

know

Shuffling to move, I widen my ankles

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

“Coming right up.”

Beth for the 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 the balls

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 you enjoy having

my strained position, my breathing is tight and I’m fighting for the words. In the second or so before I reply, leather tongues swipe behind my thighs again, biting

not going

Pussy pulses hot juices down

you enjoy having Elizabeth watch while I enjoy the

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

“What will you use, 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 something with more bite?” He speaks as

be more within my

Deliberately?

For sure…

palm with a Smack! then

Richard, “for this occasion, I

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

to me for inspection. It’s another flogger: a lovely

my birthday, before we were married.” He 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 is a fine measure of the

enough to feel it at all. But my senses are heightening, my skin is sensitising, and every contact sends electricity streaking

my chains, I

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

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,

moves close, wraps an 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 own pleasure

loins, he inhales. “You smell wonderful,

looks at me, his hands roaming, sliding

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

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

tempted, Charlotte, to have you lick me clean,

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

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

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

And I yell…

hurt… the sting

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

of the

And another…

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

in my

into my Master’s pleasure room, my climax is coming.

out from my core and taking the rest

would fall… But I

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

and surge and bloom, euphoria billowing

Red! For

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

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

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

you is going to fuck her now?” Mischief skitters over her