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

your

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

Who needs wings?

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

Angel, sits with Beth, cradling her

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

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

hers. “Of course it is. You enjoy yourself.” He exchanges nods

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 of both falls and cuffs, scented of

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

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

are going to feel. You have nothing

“Cara…”

Adam too. Now,

his hand, kissing the

here than just you and I. Beth loves

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

I am,

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

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 as, briefly, he raises his face to the

face and, lips wide, I mouth at him over his trousers. Moving slowly

and steel of his waiting erection. As I slide fingers around his length, Richard slips hands

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

that clings to my lips. Ringing his shaft at the base with thumb and forefinger, squeezing a

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,

me, stretching upright to clasp fingers

back and forth. “You have to try harder than that, Charlotte. I think months of freedom while you were pregnant have taken the edge off your performance. You’re out of

Above me, Richard huffs…

spinning me as he hauls me to my

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

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

pulls back, again locking

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

I do so, then without waiting for the

Andrew’s cross might make a change. But James and Richard

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. I think

steel tongue to a perforation in the

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

jerks his chin up and I raise my arms. He snaps one cuff to a carabiner, Richard the other, then together they turn me to

forehead. “I’ll just

vision picks up the rhythmic movement as he winds the supporting chain higher, and with

I think,” says Richard. “I always feel

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

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

the line of my waist and hip, outlining my silhouette with

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

through a wall hoop. This too, he

left, and my ankles are eased apart, my thighs

close, resting his hands either side of my face,

“I’m fine.”

warm inside; streaming and swelling. But the

want to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

my lips, then returns to Beth. Looping an

“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.

Richard, “we will

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

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

but I’m tottering. Richard nudges at my ankles with his shoes, his breath sighing over me as my pussy

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

You know

Master.” Shuffling to move, I widen my

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

“Coming right up.”

inexorably, my arms

before Richard snakes an arm around my waist to support me. “Perfect. Tell me, Charlotte, do you enjoy having my wife

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

going to be fun

Pussy doesn’t care. Pussy pulses hot juices down

the question. Do you enjoy having Elizabeth watch

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

along his racks and

to be more within my

Deliberately?

For sure…

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

“for this occasion, I

twinkling, he strolls across to Beth. Her eyes are wide, pupils huge and black. She

accepts it and 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

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 ask me to use such a

feel it at all. But my senses are heightening, my skin is sensitising, and every contact

in my

stand in for Elizabeth while she recovers from her pregnancy, I agreed…” He casts across to his heavily breathing wife… “… I believe Elizabeth is looking forward to watching your response when

across my thighs, enough to warm. “You like

pommel of the flogger. “I’m going to fuck you with this in a while, but…”

palms to 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

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

into my curls, musing. “Perhaps I should have Elizabeth present herself this way too...” He plucks at hair already wet with my own

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

fingers between 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

Charlotte.” Legs astride, arms folded, with the paddle loose in his hand, he’s putting on a casual front, but his stance is uneasy

slides hands behind me, grasping my buttocks, 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, I groan. I want to buck and twist, but my tensioned

moves to centre-forward position, diving in and up, finger-fucking me as he swipes into me with his tongue. And behind,

And I yell…

down the paddle hard and it hurt… the sting on my buttocks… the press of the plug

rhythmically up and down

of the

And another…

Richards's hand and down between my thighs. The

buzzing in

pulsing inside. Already primed, ready before we stepped into my Master’s pleasure room, my climax is

pulsing, radiating out from my core and taking the rest of

would fall…

from my wrists, my body twitching, my mouth screaming, my

and bloom, euphoria billowing through me in a

Red! For

riding the tsunami, my body out of my control, still gripped by my volcanic orgasm. Blind and deaf, to anything outside my

open my eyes. I’d not realised

standing side-by-side, watching me as though they should be taking notes. Michael, sitting by Beth,

to my Master, “We can declare that a

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

of you is going to fuck her now?” Mischief