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. I can

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

*****

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. Scruffy trots across

is back up to her knees in horse bedding, fork in hand,

to see if you needed any

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

back to

on the other. She purses her mouth, tilts

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do

I grin. And wait.

me. “What? What

eyes. Flash

narrow. “You've

look would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

doing it. “You know, you

horse shit into

closer, take the fork from her and set it against the wall. “I

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,

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

hotel. Now, it houses tack, bits of leather, saddle soap, wax and rope. A single enormous cobweb drapes diagonally from one edge up the white-washed wall to anchor on a rafter. It’s owner

top drawer stands open, horsey paraphernalia shoved 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 smile, holding

there, 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 getting a good head of hair now. As

I exchange smiles. “She has his eyes too,” she

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

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

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

I’d never realised just how big a change it is. But I’ve gotten past

with my hand. “I don't want you

brow creases. “Don't you want one

around her, I rock her gently side to

“Almost?”

finger to her mouth. “I don't want

to.

either hand, my cock gives me a nudge, and I glance around the stable again. “Mmmm, how about a practice

I

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

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

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

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

hands come up back

Get yourself comfortable.” I

think you're parking

mutter, nudging her back to 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… “Let's get those off, shall we. You’ll not be needing them for the next few minutes.”

hands. “Let

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

on straw, I push her knees open. “Rest

back against the straw, giving me a front-row view

in her voice. “You're not going

much

pale inner thighs, veeing to

starting by her knees and drawing down and into her warming sex. “I knew there must be a good reason this is James

chuckles again. “It

beautiful you know. I never get

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

you fit. Here, look at you now. Apart from your boobs, you've

little. “D’you think I'll

really did

thought of her

see why not. You look after yourself. Um… you realise you're not likely to conceive again while

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 knee, then drawing the heat of my lips and tongue

sighs, shifting her position a little, dropping her head again, settling back and lifting her hips to me. Trailing lips over her

my ear is followed by a nudge on the shoulder, setting me

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows by

This isn’t

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

bursts out laughing, dropping back against the

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

up to her

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