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?”

girl. I

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

*****

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 half.

is back up to her knees in horse bedding, fork in hand, shuffling straw through

to see if

She forks up another load of straw, shaking the clean parts

get back to a

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

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we do

I grin. And wait.

me. “What?

eyes. Flash my

“You've got that

look 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 me

shit into

fork from her and set it against the wall. “I rather like you dressed like that too.” A hand on

over a crate in 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 say you have

the stable. “What I

in the hotel. 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

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,

Sweetie.” 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

smiles. “She has his eyes too,”

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

“The next one’s yours. Perhaps she… or he… will be a

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

sniffs and shrugs. “I’ll admit, the reality came as a shock. I’d never realised just how big a change it is. But I’ve gotten past that. I'm ready for it this time…” She hooks hands around

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

“Don't you want

her, I rock her gently side to side.

“Almost?”

back, I press a finger to her mouth. “I don't want you doing something you don't

want to.

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

Michael, I smell of

head… I nibble at an earlobe. “… And we can

to push me away… ”Michael Summerford, you are just a

ass, pressing her against my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice to have my wife all to myself.” A couple

but her eyes say otherwise. Hitching her up, I semi-prop her against the

hands come up back up

like it. Get yourself

you think you're parking my

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

my hands. “Let

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.

get you warmed over shall we.” Kneeling, my knees resting on straw, I push her

Charlotte leans back, her ponytail swinging back against the straw, giving me

laughter in her voice. “You're not going to

how much

inner thighs, veeing to the startling

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

chuckles again. “It

“You're so beautiful you know. I never get tired of looking

mine.

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

little. “D’you think I'll get it

really did

thought of her

you realise you're not likely to conceive again while you're breast-feeding

going to have a lot of babies in the house, we might

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

as I did with my finger: a soft bite just below her knee, then drawing the heat of my lips and tongue downward… downward and

her head again, settling back and lifting her

followed by a nudge on the shoulder, setting me

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows

This isn’t the

ambles back to her spot in the straw, exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a wisp of hay from the rack. Jaws grinding the hay from side

bursts out laughing, dropping back against the bales, her body

supposed to enjoy pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one side and you shaking like a bloody

attempt to straighten her face, then creases up again, knees curling up to her

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