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

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

*****

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

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

to see if

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

to a normal

on the other. She purses her mouth, tilts

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What? What is

widen my eyes. Flash

eyes narrow. “You've got that

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

her cheeks. “I'm shovelling horse shit into a barrow, and I

it's like when you're wearing your hard hat and steel-toed boots.” I move in closer, take the fork from her and set it against the wall. “I rather like you dressed like that

a crate in your van...” She struggles, hands on my chest as though trying to push me away. But she’s

stable. “What I can bend you

better days, once it furnished a bedroom in the hotel. Now, it houses tack, bits of leather, saddle soap, wax and rope. A single

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

to get

“She has his eyes

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

head on my shoulder. “The next one’s

spot amid the horse tack. When

a shock. I’d 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

her cheek with my hand. “I don't want

you want one

her, I rock her gently side to side. “More than

“Almost?”

want you doing something you don't really want to. Babies are

to. If

down behind her, I palm her ass. A plump cheek cupped in either hand, my cock gives me a nudge, and I glance around the stable again. “Mmmm, how

Michael, I

tosses her head… I nibble at

and play-pretends to push me away… ”Michael

married me.” I pull her back towards me by the ass, pressing her against my burgeoning groin.

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

dance as her hands come up back up around my

yourself comfortable.” I

parking my bare

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

my hands. “Let me get these boots

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 already at half-mast inside my jeans

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

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

laughter in her voice. “You're not

how much

view. Her pale inner thighs, veeing to the

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

back, eyes closed, she chuckles again.

beautiful you know. I never get tired of

head, opens her eyes to meet mine. “Shovelling horse shit,

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

think I'll get it back as fast

did

of

realise you're not likely to conceive again while you're

a lot of babies in the

“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

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

followed by a nudge on the

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows

This isn’t

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

out laughing, dropping back against the

me from one side and you shaking like a

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

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