Hot Revenge Box Set 4

Chapter 51

Klempner

It’s not as though I don’t have the time to think… To plan…

I might be short on the creature comforts, but if there’s one thing I have in endless supply, it’s time.

And the time hangs.

There are times I consider finishing it. It wouldn’t be difficult: to tangle myself in the chain and let myself fall into the fetid water.

But even at the end of hope, life remains sweet.

And I have a better reason…

Mitch...

When I think of Juliana’s threats, my throat tightens, my breath catches. My mind freezes over.

But I’m no good to Mitch like that. Or Jenny. So I don’t let myself dwell on it.

She’s alive…

If she weren’t. Or if Juliana had succeeded in committing some harm to her, I’m quite sure she would have told me. Almost certainly, she would show me some kind of proof.

She hasn’t. Ergo, Mitch is alive and well.

But Juliana is never going to release me…

The key…

It dangles from its nail, tormenting me with its promise of freedom.

I have to be patient, make my moves slowly. But I can’t afford too much patience. With the poor diet and unsanitary conditions…

… and the depression…

… and the darkness…

… I’m conscious that I’m no longer in good physical condition. And that’s only going to get worse every day.

Even the fetter around my ankle is looser than it was.

How much weight have I lost?

How long can I last?

I have to escape.

So… How?

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Michael

“Morning, Mitch.”

Early Spring sunshine streams down on the sultry beauty. A large bag full of who-knows-what women’s paraphernalia is by her feet. A book pokes out of the top. Pregnancy For The Older Woman: All You Need To Know.

She smiles at me from her seat by her front door, setting a porcelain cup on its saucer. Mint-scented steam rises from the pale-green tea.

Cradled into the nook of her other arm, Cara gurgles, trying to point at the birds pecking up a little scattered grain. Her aim’s a bit off, still wobbly and uncoordinated, but she’s trying. As she sees me, she breaks into a gummy smile, then at the sight of Bear and Scruffy trotting along behind, she bounces and jiggles in Mitch’s embrace, little arms outstretched.

“You alright there? With Cara using you as a trampoline?” I nod down to the now noticeable swelling of her stomach.

“I'm fine. Just holding her until James arrives. He's having a shower after he and Jenny went riding.”

“You’re waiting for him?”

“He's dropping me off at the clinic on his way to the office. Jenny’s in the stable if you’re looking for her.”

“I was, yes. I'm at a loose end, so I thought I'd see if she wants some help with the garden.”

“I think you’ll find she’s mucking out the horses right now.”

The clip of leather on stone behind me: it’s James, freshly shaven, his hair still damp; suited and booted. “All ready, Mitch?”

“I am, yes.” She makes to stand. “Michael, could you…”

“Of course.” I take Cara from her. The tiny girl blows a bubble at me. I blow one back.

James heads for the stable…. “I'll just say goodbye to Charlotte…” … and reappears half a minute later followed by Charlotte.

“Okay, let's go.” James offers Mitch his hand. Although her pregnancy is showing now, she still moves gracefully, elegant on his arm.

“Thanks, Michael.” Charlotte takes Cara from my arms. Then, to her mother, “You're sure you don't want me to come with you?”

girl. I

to pick up Mitch’s bag. “Let

*****

off, I return to the stable. Charlie nickers, her ears swinging forward as I enter, knowing what to expect as I take the usual carrot from my pocket. Oliver snorts and stamps, then as I snap the

to her

if

but I’m fine.” She forks up another load of straw, shaking the clean parts free and dumping the rest in

get back to a

held in one hand, balancing it on the other. She purses her mouth, tilts her

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do we do

I grin. And wait.

“What? What

my eyes. Flash my brows. “What's

narrow. “You've got

look would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

me doing it. “You know, you really do things for me

cheeks. “I'm shovelling horse shit into a barrow, and I

it's like when you're wearing your hard hat and steel-toed boots.” I move in closer, take the fork from her and set it against the wall. “I rather like you dressed like that too.” A hand on

your van...” She struggles, hands on my chest as though trying to push me away. But she’s not trying very hard. “There’re those, Michael Summerford, who might

my heart. “I’m wounded.” I scan the stable. “What I

leather, saddle soap, wax and

paraphernalia shoved to one side to make way for fleecy blankets and the gurgling Cara. She’s already watching us, and as she sees me looking at her, she gurgles, beaming a gummy smile, holding out

bit. Then, I move into the sunshine to get a better look. “She’s getting a good

I exchange smiles. “She has

does.” I kiss the little girl’s forehead. “Who’s going to be a dark-eyed lovely, then?” She chuckles, burbles and blows a

to stand by me, rests her head on my shoulder. “The next

speak, laying Cara back in her spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I had the impression, Babe… that… you didn't much enjoy

shock. I’d never realised just how big a change it is. But I’ve gotten past that. I'm

her cheek with my hand. “I don't want you to feel

creases. “Don't you want one

around her, I rock her gently side to

“Almost?”

“I don't want you

to. If you want

palm her ass. A plump cheek cupped in either hand, my

I

wrong with the smell of horse….” Charlie nickers and tosses her head… I nibble at an earlobe. “… And we can both

grins and play-pretends to push me away…

her back towards me by the ass, pressing her against my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice to have

say otherwise. Hitching her up, I semi-prop her against the bales. “Hold on

come up back

Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble for her

“If you think you're parking my bare ass on prickly

back to the ground, Tugging my sweater off over my head, I lay it over the straw. “A throne fit for a queen. Now…” I return to her belt… “Let's get those off, shall we. You’ll not be needing them for the next few minutes.” I unravel the belt, shoving my giggling wife’s jeans

hands. “Let

I plonk her on the sweater, then tug off her boots. Then her jeans and panties, to leave her naked from the waist down. My cock’s already at half-mast inside my jeans as I move in close and she wraps her legs around my waist.

warmed over shall we.” Kneeling, my knees resting on straw, I push her knees open. “Rest your

ponytail swinging back against the

still laughter in her voice. “You're not

how much

Her pale inner thighs, veeing to

wells in a warm cloud as I stroke her thighs; long, slow, finger-tip caresses, starting by her knees and drawing down and into her warming sex. “I knew there must be a good reason

back, eyes closed, she chuckles again. “It is,

“You're so beautiful you know. I

head, opens her eyes to meet mine.

you fit. Here, look at you now. Apart from your boobs, you've gotten your old figure back

little. “D’you think I'll get it

did bother

of her as

see why not. You look after yourself. Um… you realise you're not likely to conceive again while

to have a lot of babies in the house,

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

soft pale skin, following the same path as I did with my finger: a soft bite

sighs, shifting her position a little, dropping her head again, settling back and lifting her hips to me. Trailing lips over

followed by a nudge on

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows by my

isn’t the

exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then

laughing, dropping back

down, Woman. How am I supposed to enjoy pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one side and you shaking

makes a not very convincing attempt to straighten her face, then creases up again, knees curling up to her chest while I try fruitlessly to stretch out her legs again

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