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. I

to pick up Mitch’s bag. “Let me

*****

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. Both horses munch contently. Bear drops into the straw panting. Scruffy trots across to investigate a

jeans and rubber boots, is back up to her knees in horse bedding, fork in hand, shuffling straw through

if

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

get back to

on the other. She purses her mouth, tilts her head. “Is it normal?

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we do

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What? What

widen my eyes. Flash my brows.

“You've

would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

over her. Let her see me doing it. “You

shovelling horse shit into a barrow, and I do

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

on my chest as though trying to push me away.

“What I can bend you over in here?” Then I scan again.

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

blankets and the gurgling Cara. She’s already

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.

“She has his eyes

going to be a

her head on my shoulder. “The next one’s

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 much enjoy being

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 my neck, tip-toeing to kiss me. “And I did promise

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

creases. “Don't you want one

around her, I rock her

“Almost?”

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

want to. If

plump cheek cupped in either hand, my cock gives me

I

her head… I nibble

push me away… ”Michael Summerford,

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

might be protesting, but her eyes say otherwise. Hitching her up, I semi-prop her against the bales. “Hold on

eyes dance as her hands come up back up around my

it. Get yourself comfortable.” I

air. “If you think you're parking my bare

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

slaps at my hands. “Let me

Hoisting her up again, 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 knees resting on straw, I push her knees open. “Rest your feet on me. Get

leans back, her ponytail swinging back against the straw,

“You're not

much noise you

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

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

chuckles again. “It is, isn’t

beautiful you

mine. “Shovelling horse shit, you mean?” But

Apart from your

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

did bother

of her

after yourself. Um… you realise you're not likely to conceive again

of babies in the house, we might as

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

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

position a little, dropping her head again, settling back and lifting her

by a nudge on the shoulder,

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows by my

isn’t

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

out laughing, dropping back

with the horse assaulting me from one side and you shaking like a bloody Hula dancer from the

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

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