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 can

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

*****

ears swinging forward as I enter, knowing what to expect as 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.

back up to her knees in horse

see if you

smile again. “Thanks, but I’m fine.” She forks up another load of straw, shaking the clean parts free and dumping

back to a normal life,

other. She purses

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we

I grin. And wait.

“What? What is

eyes. Flash my

eyes narrow. “You've got that

would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

at her cheeks. “I'm shovelling horse shit into

your hard hat and steel-toed boots.” I move in closer, take the fork from her and set it

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

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

of leather, saddle soap, wax and rope. A single enormous cobweb drapes diagonally from one edge up the white-washed

the top drawer stands open, horsey paraphernalia shoved to one side to make way for fleecy blankets and the gurgling Cara. She’s already

move into the sunshine to get a better look. “She’s getting a good head

I exchange smiles. “She has his eyes

forehead. “Who’s going to be a dark-eyed lovely, then?” She chuckles, burbles and blows a bubble at

“The next one’s yours. Perhaps she… or he… will be a strawberry

tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I had the impression, Babe… that… you didn't

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

cup her cheek with my hand.

brow creases. “Don't you want one

my arms around her, I rock her gently

“Almost?”

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

want to.

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

I smell

with the smell of horse….” Charlie nickers and tosses her head… I

me away… ”Michael

burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice to have my wife all to myself.” A couple of straw bales

her up, I semi-prop her against the bales. “Hold

dance as her hands come up

it. Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble

parking my bare ass on prickly

Now…” I return to

at my hands. “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 my waist. She smells warm and

you warmed over shall we.” Kneeling, my knees resting on straw, I push her knees open. “Rest your feet on me. Get yourself

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

her voice. “You're not going to

how much noise

pale inner thighs, veeing to the startling copper of the

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

she chuckles again.

so beautiful you

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

now. Apart

little. “D’you think I'll get it

did

of her as

yourself. Um… you realise you're not likely to conceive again while you're breast-feeding

to have a lot of babies in the house, we might as well have them altogether; Cara, Adam,

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

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

again, settling back and lifting her hips to

snort in my ear is followed by

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows

isn’t

exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a

out laughing, dropping back against

pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one

makes a not very convincing attempt to straighten her face, then creases up again, knees curling up

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