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.

to pick up Mitch’s bag. “Let

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carrot from my pocket. Oliver 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 trots across

to her knees in horse bedding, fork

if

“Thanks, but I’m fine.” She forks up another load of

to a normal life,

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

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we

I grin. And wait.

“What? What

eyes. Flash my brows. “What's

eyes narrow. “You've got

look would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

shovelling horse shit

well, 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 either hip, I nuzzle into the crook of her

bent me 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

to my heart. “I’m wounded.” I scan the stable. “What I can bend you

the hotel. Now, it houses tack, bits of leather, saddle soap, wax and rope. A single enormous cobweb drapes diagonally from one edge up

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

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

“She has

kiss the little girl’s forehead. “Who’s going to be a dark-eyed lovely,

on my shoulder. “The next one’s yours. Perhaps she… or he… will

want to reply, but buy myself some time to 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

is. But I’ve gotten past that. I'm ready for it this time…” She hooks hands around my neck, tip-toeing to kiss me. “And I

about that?” I cup her cheek with my hand. “I don't want you to feel

“Don't you

her, I rock her gently side to side. “More

“Almost?”

don't want

do want to. If you want

cupped in either hand, my cock gives me a nudge, and I glance around the stable again.

I

head… I nibble at an earlobe. “… And

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

there was a reason you married me.” I pull her back towards me by the ass, 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 wall. “Those’ll

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

come up back up around my

it. Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble for her

you think you're parking my bare ass on prickly straw, you're

over the straw. “A throne fit for a queen. Now…” I return to her belt… “Let's get those

slaps at my hands. “Let me get these

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.

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

swinging back against the straw, giving me a

her voice. “You're not going to scare the

much

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

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

she chuckles again.

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

head, opens her eyes to meet mine. “Shovelling

Here, look at you now. Apart

though only a little. “D’you think I'll

did bother

of her as

not. You look after yourself. Um… you realise you're not likely

have a lot of babies

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

a soft bite just below her knee, then drawing the heat

and lifting her hips to me. Trailing lips

followed by a nudge on the shoulder,

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows

This isn’t the

nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a wisp of hay from the rack. Jaws grinding the hay from

back against the bales, her

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

knees curling up to her chest while I try fruitlessly to stretch out her legs

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