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,

you will fly.” The feather-touch

Who needs wings?

my cheek: velvety soft leather,

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

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

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

is. You enjoy yourself.” He exchanges nods with Michael, then returns to stand by

golden. In the other hand, he holds cuffs. Perhaps he

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

and chin. The buckle catches against my lip, a touch

this feels: What you are going to feel. You

“Cara…”

mother. Adam too. Now, relax.

into his hand, kissing the fingers, a

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

chin up with paired fingers, he meets me with his blue-eyed gaze. “You’re happy with

I am, Sir. It’s a

So close now, the warm musk of his

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

palm to my cheek, caressing my face and, lips wide, I mouth at him over his trousers. Moving slowly and deliberately, he unravels his belt, slips open the

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

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 air, and the

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 suck

Between his thighs, it’s warm, almost humid, but I enjoy the soft and yielding skin, the faint scratch of coarser hairs on my

me, stretching upright to

my hair, tight; controlling me, steering me back and forth. “You have

Above me, Richard huffs…

my arms, lifting; spinning me as he hauls me to my feet. “Let’s

but not so close that he 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 my scalp. Then leaning in, he reels me

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

hair, he pulls back, again locking my face with his. “A little

eye-points, and I follow his gaze across to where a spreader-bar hangs, a carabiner dangling at each end. Arm outheld, he invites me

so, then without waiting

suggest, Charlotte, that the Saint Andrew’s cross might make a change. But James and Richard agreed that it’s easier for

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

buckles the cuffs to me, drawing the steel tongue to a perforation in the leather, then

“No, Master. They’re fine.”

cuff to a carabiner, Richard the other,

her forehead. “I’ll

the supporting chain higher, and with an oiled squeak from the

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

weight now only just on my feet. The gears Clunk, locking

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

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

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

This too, he passes

“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 sex exposed. They leave me a little movement. I can’t close my ankles, but I

stands, saunters close, resting his hands

“I’m fine.”

and swelling. But the plug is

to be

Really filled…

By a man…

By men…

you are.” Still holding my face, he kisses me softly, brushes fingers over my lips, then returns to Beth. Looping an arm

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

adds Richard, “we will all share

already heating, shivers and

Your tongue…

Lapping through me…

Winding around me…

My clit throbs…

the flesh of my

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

my ankles with

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

instructs, Charlotte. You know

Shuffling to move, I widen my

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

“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

onto my wrists before Richard snakes an arm around my waist to

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

not going to be fun

Pussy pulses hot juices down

you enjoy having Elizabeth watch while I enjoy the use of your

is hot and wet. And

my peripheral vision, movement, as he strolls along his racks and shelves. His

to be more within my

Deliberately?

For sure…

Smack! then replaces

fact,” says Richard, “for this occasion,

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

me for inspection. It’s another

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 personal

a complete circuit, casually flicking at my skin. It doesn’t hurt. It’s barely hard enough to feel it at all.

my chains,

agreed…” He casts across to his heavily breathing wife… “… I believe Elizabeth is looking forward to watching your response

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

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

thighs. His face close to my loins, he inhales. “You smell

at me, his hands roaming, sliding down

too...” He plucks at hair

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

slipping paired 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 I’ll wait.

one side, my 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

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 a gurgle

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

And I yell…

and it hurt… the sting on my buttocks…

rhythmically up and down inside me, his face

of

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…

buzzing in my

stepped into my Master’s

out from my core and

I would fall… But I

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

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

For God’s sake,

volcanic orgasm. Blind and deaf, to anything outside my own skin, I quiver and shiver my way back to earth,

open my eyes. I’d not realised

side-by-side, watching me as though they should be taking notes. Michael, sitting by Beth, is laughing. Beth’s mouth hangs

Master, “We

chocolate

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