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?”

a big girl.

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

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my pocket. Oliver snorts and stamps, then as I snap the carrot in two, stretches forward to accept his half. Both horses munch

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

if you needed any

up another load of

nice to get back to a normal

in one hand, balancing it on the other. She

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do we

I grin. And wait.

“What?

my eyes. Flash

eyes narrow. “You've got that

look would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

travel over her. Let her see me doing it. “You know,

sucks at her cheeks. “I'm shovelling horse shit into a barrow, and I do things

it against the wall. “I

your van...” She struggles, hands on my chest as though trying to

heart. “I’m wounded.” I scan the stable. “What I can bend you over in here?” Then I

saddle soap, wax and rope. A single enormous cobweb

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

and I exchange smiles. “She has his

be a dark-eyed lovely, then?” She chuckles, burbles and blows a bubble at

stand by me, rests her head on my shoulder. “The

amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully,

is. But I’ve gotten past that. I'm ready for

I cup her cheek with my

brow creases. “Don't you want one

her gently side to side.

“Almost?”

to her mouth. “I don't want you

do want to. If you want

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

I smell

smell of horse….” Charlie nickers and tosses her head… I nibble at an earlobe. “… And we can

and play-pretends to push me away… ”Michael Summerford, you

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

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

as her hands come up back up

like it. Get yourself comfortable.”

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

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…

my hands. “Let

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

over shall we.” Kneeling, my knees resting on straw,

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

not going to scare the horses are

much noise you

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

starting by her knees and drawing down and into her warming sex. “I knew there must be a

eyes closed, she chuckles

stroke her labia with a fingertip. “You're so beautiful you know. I never get

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

you now. Apart

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

really did

thought of her as

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

can't practice. And if we're going to have a lot of

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

following the same path as I did with my finger: a soft bite just below her

a little, dropping her head again, settling back and lifting her hips to me.

ear is followed by a

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows by my

isn’t the

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

bursts out laughing, dropping back

enjoy pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one side and

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

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