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?

*****

 

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?”

big girl.

to pick up Mitch’s bag. “Let me carry this to the

*****

what to expect as I take the usual carrot from my pocket. Oliver snorts and stamps, then as I snap the carrot in two, stretches forward to accept his

her knees

if you

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

back to a normal life,

the other. She purses her

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What?

eyes. Flash

eyes narrow. “You've

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

let my eyes travel over her. Let her see me doing it. “You know, you really do things for

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

the fork from her and set it against

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 say you have

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

Now, it houses tack, bits of leather, saddle soap, wax and rope. A single enormous cobweb drapes diagonally from one edge up the white-washed wall to anchor on

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,

I scoop her up, supporting her under the arms to bounce her up and down a bit. Then, I move into the sunshine to get a better look. “She’s getting a good head of hair now. As dark as James’ almost. But there’s

I exchange smiles. “She has

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

her head on my shoulder. “The next one’s yours. Perhaps she… or he… will be a strawberry

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

is. But I’ve gotten past that. I'm ready for it this time…” She hooks hands

cup her cheek with my hand. “I

creases. “Don't you

rock her gently

“Almost?”

“I don't want

to. If you want

do.” Sliding hands down behind her, I palm her ass. A plump cheek cupped in either hand, my cock gives me a nudge, and I glance around the stable

I smell of

and tosses her head… I nibble at an earlobe. “… And we can both have a

grins and play-pretends to push me away… ”Michael Summerford, you are

pressing her against my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice to have my wife all to myself.” A couple of straw bales are stacked by the

say otherwise. Hitching her

dance as her hands come up back up around my

Get yourself

you're parking my bare ass on

the straw. “A throne fit for a queen. Now…” I return to her belt… “Let's get those off, shall we. You’ll not

slaps at my hands. “Let me get these boots off

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. She

straw, I push her knees open. “Rest your feet on me. Get yourself

ponytail swinging back against the straw, giving me a front-row view of her lovely

voice. “You're not going to scare the

how much

to enjoy the view. Her pale inner thighs, veeing to the startling copper of the curls; her labia, rapidly pinking

her thighs; long, slow, finger-tip caresses, starting by her knees and drawing down and into

chuckles

labia with a fingertip. “You're so beautiful you know. I

opens her eyes to meet mine. “Shovelling horse

look at you now. Apart from your boobs, you've gotten your old

frowns, though only a little. “D’you think I'll get it back as fast

did

thought of

You look after yourself. Um… you realise

going to have a lot of babies in the house, we might as well have them altogether; Cara, Adam, Mom's

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

in, mouthing at soft pale skin, following the same path as I did with my finger: a soft bite just below her

head again, settling back and lifting her hips to me. Trailing lips over her

my ear is followed by a nudge on

“Shove off, Charlie!”

Warm air blows by my

isn’t the

mare gives a disappointed nicker and ambles back to her spot in the straw, exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a wisp of hay from the rack. Jaws

back against the

How am I supposed to enjoy pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from

then creases up again, knees curling up to her chest while I try fruitlessly to stretch out her legs

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