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 floggers,

will fly.” The feather-touch traces over my

Who needs wings?

by my cheek: velvety soft leather,

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

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

bit sore. But it won’t be long now. Is… Is that

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

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

flogger to Richard, then strokes one of the 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 me, inclines his head slightly,

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

are going to feel.

“Cara…”

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

my head, leaning into his hand, kissing the fingers,

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

Master steps away, letting Richard move closer. Pushing my chin up with paired fingers,

am,

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

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

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 down

reach inside, past soft fabric to 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,

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

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 thumb and forefinger, squeezing a little, he hardens, the head swelling in my mouth as I

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

stretching

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 taken the

Above me, Richard huffs…

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

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

naked skin, his heart pumps against my breasts. The hardness at his

he pulls back, again locking my

and I follow his gaze across to where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling

then without waiting for the

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

that doesn’t touch my Master’s lips, nonetheless dances in his eyes. “Quite right. Richard and I both wish to be able to enjoy the results of our efforts.” But his pants are straining.

steel tongue to a perforation

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

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

“I’ll just be

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

“I always feel

gears Clunk, locking into position. My waist and thighs are pulled taut, my heavy breasts lifted by

at my nipples. “You look good, Charlotte, but of course, just now, these belong to Cara, don’t they. I’ll look forward to being able to enjoy full use of

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

he pauses. At my feet, my Master is cuffing my left

a wall hoop. This too, he passes to Richard

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 I’m already

saunters close, resting his hands either side of my face,

“I’m fine.”

streaming and swelling. But the plug is driving me

want to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

me softly, brushes fingers over my lips, then returns

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. And Beth

Richard, “we

heating, shivers and

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

the flesh of my

wider, Charlotte. I gave you some latitude, but I expect you to open for

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

to obey, the tresses of the flogger flash across my buttocks, a sting that jolts the plug and whips

instructs, Charlotte. You know what is expected

Shuffling to move, I widen my ankles

more, please. I’d like to feel the tension in her muscles. Her weight on her feet but only

“Coming right up.”

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

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

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 in. Only a single stroke this time, but

not going to

doesn’t care. Pussy pulses hot juices down

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

My pussy is hot and wet. And swollen. And aching… “Yes, Sir.

edge of my peripheral vision, movement, as he strolls along his racks and shelves. His eyes dart to mine,

more

Deliberately?

For sure…

it down on his palm with a Smack! then

Richard, “for this

wide, pupils huge and black. She

back, offering it up to me for inspection. It’s another

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 depth of the friendship between you, that she should

barely hard enough to feel it

in my chains,

casts

of the wrist, he 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,

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

His face close to my loins, he

he looks at me, his hands roaming,

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.

variety too.” One arm slung around her shoulder, he gives Beth a squeeze… “Sometimes smooth. Sometimes not.” The other arm, lower down, inside her

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

You’re going to be busy, Charlotte.” Legs astride, arms folded, with the paddle loose in his hand, he’s putting on a casual

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

and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into me with his tongue. And behind, air

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

and down inside me, his face presses in, tonguing

stroke of the

And another…

hand and down between my thighs. The heat of his mouth over

buzzing in

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

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

I could, I would fall…

wrists, my body twitching, my mouth screaming, my brain full

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

Red! For

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

I open my eyes. I’d

should be taking

my Master, “We can declare that a success

cream, dark as chocolate and brimming with

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