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?”

a big girl.

to pick up Mitch’s bag. “Let me

*****

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 crack in the plaster that has

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

came to see if you needed any

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

to a

the other. She purses her mouth, tilts

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we

I grin. And wait.

me. “What? What

widen my eyes. Flash

narrow. “You've got

would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

“I'm shovelling horse shit

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

You 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

I scan the stable. “What I

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

way for fleecy blankets and the gurgling Cara. She’s

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 definitely

and I exchange smiles. “She has his

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

to stand by me, rests her head on my shoulder. “The next one’s yours. Perhaps she… or

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

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

cheek with my

creases. “Don't you

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

“Almost?”

“I don't want you doing something

want to.

I palm her ass. A plump cheek cupped in either hand, my cock gives me a nudge, and I glance around the

I smell of

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

push me away… ”Michael Summerford, you

me.” I pull her back towards me by the ass, pressing her against my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice

her eyes 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

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

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 the belt, shoving my giggling

“Let me get these

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

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

ponytail swinging back against the straw, giving me a front-row

“You're not going to scare the horses are

how much noise you

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

thighs; long, slow, finger-tip caresses, starting by her knees and drawing down and into her warming sex. “I knew there must be a good reason this

she chuckles

beautiful you know. I never get tired of looking at

her head, opens her eyes to meet mine. “Shovelling horse shit, you mean?” But her lips

Apart from your boobs, you've gotten

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

really did bother

thought of

why not. You look after yourself. Um… you realise

mean we can't practice. And if we're going to have a lot of babies in the

“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 knee, then drawing the heat of my lips and tongue downward… downward

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

snort in my ear is followed by a nudge on the

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows

This isn’t

with Oliver, then tugs a wisp of hay from the rack. Jaws grinding the hay from side to side, she

bursts out laughing, dropping back against the

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

up to

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