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?”

girl. I

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

*****

take the usual carrot from my pocket. Oliver snorts and stamps, then as I snap the carrot in two, stretches forward

to her knees in horse bedding,

see if

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

back to

holds the pitchfork held in one hand, balancing it on the other. She purses her mouth, tilts her head.

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What? What

eyes. Flash

eyes narrow. “You've got that

look would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

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

from her and set it against the wall.

trying to push me away. But she’s not trying very hard. “There’re those, Michael Summerford,

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

wax and rope. A single enormous cobweb drapes diagonally from one edge up the white-washed wall to anchor on a rafter. It’s

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,

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

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

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

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

in her spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I had the impression, Babe… that…

sniffs and shrugs. “I’ll admit, the reality came as a shock. I’d never realised just how big a change it is. But I’ve gotten past that. I'm ready for it

about that?” I cup her cheek with my hand. “I don't want

“Don't you want one

I rock her

“Almost?”

finger to her mouth. “I don't want you doing something you don't really want to. Babies are a long-term

want to. If you want

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

I smell of

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

and play-pretends to push me away… ”Michael

there was 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 to myself.”

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

come up back up around my

it. Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble for her

you think you're parking my bare

for a queen. Now…” I return to her belt… “Let's get

at my hands. “Let me get

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

shall we.” Kneeling, my knees resting on straw, I push

ponytail swinging back against the straw,

voice. “You're not going to scare the

how much

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

by her knees and drawing down and into her warming sex. “I

closed, she chuckles

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

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

you now. Apart from your boobs, you've gotten your old

“D’you think I'll

really did

thought of

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

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

“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,

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

my ear is followed by a nudge on the

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows by my

isn’t

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

dropping back against

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

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

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