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 can

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

*****

snorts and stamps, then as I snap the carrot in two, stretches forward to accept his half. Both horses munch contently. Bear drops into the straw panting. Scruffy

in rough jeans and rubber boots, is back up to her knees in

came to see if you needed any

up another load of straw, shaking the clean parts free and

to get back to a normal life,

pitchfork held in one hand, balancing it on the other. She

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we do

I grin. And wait.

“What? What is

widen my eyes. Flash my brows.

eyes narrow. “You've

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

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

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 either

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,

I scan the stable. “What I can bend you over in here?”

past its better days, once it furnished a bedroom 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

fleecy blankets and the gurgling Cara. She’s already watching

to get a better look. “She’s getting a good head of hair now. As dark

exchange smiles. “She has his eyes too,”

to be a dark-eyed lovely, then?” She chuckles,

shoulder. “The next one’s yours. Perhaps she… or

speak, laying Cara back in her spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I

how big a change it is. But I’ve gotten past that. I'm ready for it this time…” She hooks hands around my neck, tip-toeing to

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

creases. “Don't you

my arms around her, I rock her gently side to side. “More than

“Almost?”

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

to.

in either hand, my cock gives me a

I smell of

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

away… ”Michael

I pull her back towards me by the ass, pressing her against my burgeoning

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

as her hands come up back up around

Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble for

parking my

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

slaps at my hands. “Let me get

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. She smells warm

Kneeling, my knees resting on straw, I

swinging back against the straw,

voice. “You're not

much noise

a moment to enjoy the view. Her pale inner thighs, veeing to the startling

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

back, eyes closed, she chuckles again.

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

lifts her head, opens her eyes to meet mine. “Shovelling horse

now. Apart from your boobs, you've gotten your old figure back

a little. “D’you think I'll get it back

really did

of

You look after yourself. Um… you realise

a lot of

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

mouthing at soft pale skin, following the same path as I did with my finger: a soft bite just below her knee, then drawing the heat of my

head again, settling back and

my ear is followed by a nudge on the shoulder,

“Shove off, Charlie!”

Warm air blows by my

isn’t

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 to side,

dropping back

assaulting me from one side and you shaking like a

to straighten her face, then creases up again, knees curling up to her chest while I try fruitlessly to stretch

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