Hot Revenge Box Set 4

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.

to pick up Mitch’s bag. “Let me

*****

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 to investigate a crack in the plaster that has

rubber boots, is back up to her knees in

see if you needed

I’m fine.” She forks up another load of straw, shaking the clean parts free and dumping the rest

nice to get back to

in one hand, balancing it on the other. She purses her mouth, tilts her head. “Is

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do we do

I grin. And wait.

“What?

widen my eyes. Flash

“You've got

would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

Let her see me doing it. “You know, you really do things for me

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

move in closer, take the fork from her and set it

struggles, hands on my chest as though trying

stable. “What I can bend you over in here?”

nods towards an old chest of drawers. Well 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 enormous cobweb drapes diagonally from

Cara. She’s already watching us, and as she sees me looking at her, she gurgles, beaming a

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 dark as James’ almost. But there’s definitely a touch of red

I exchange smiles. “She has

forehead. “Who’s going to be a dark-eyed lovely,

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

some time to speak, laying Cara back in her spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I had the impression, Babe… that… you didn't

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.

I cup her cheek with my hand. “I don't

brow creases. “Don't you want one

rock her gently side to side. “More than

“Almost?”

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

to.

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

I smell

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

away…

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

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

dance as her hands come

Get yourself comfortable.” I

parking

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 wife’s

“Let me

down. My cock’s already at half-mast inside my jeans as I move in close and she wraps her legs around my waist.

my knees resting on straw, I push her

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

still laughter in her voice. “You're not going

how much noise

pale inner thighs, veeing to

starting by her knees and

chuckles again. “It is,

“You're so beautiful you know. I never get tired

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

Apart from

though only a little. “D’you think I'll get it

did bother

of her as

yourself. Um… you realise you're

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…

finger: a soft bite just below her knee, then drawing the heat of

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

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

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows by

isn’t

back to her spot in the straw, exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a

dropping back against the bales,

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

a not very convincing attempt to straighten her face, then creases up again, knees curling up to her chest while I try fruitlessly