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

*****

nickers, her 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

her knees

to see if you

“Thanks, but I’m fine.” She forks up another load of straw, shaking

nice to get back to a normal life, isn't

pitchfork held in one hand, balancing it on the other. She purses her mouth, tilts her head. “Is it normal? Mom pregnant. My

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do we do

I grin. And wait.

“What? What is

Flash my brows.

eyes narrow. “You've

look would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

“I'm shovelling horse shit into a barrow, and I do things for

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 too.” A hand on either hip, I nuzzle into the crook of her

bent 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, who might say you have

“What I can

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 one edge up the white-washed wall to anchor on a rafter. It’s owner crouches up in

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

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

exchange smiles. “She has

she does.” I kiss the little girl’s forehead. “Who’s going to be a dark-eyed lovely, then?”

me, rests her head on my shoulder. “The next one’s yours. Perhaps she… or he…

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…

I’ve gotten past that. I'm ready for it this time…” She hooks hands around

that?” I cup her cheek with

brow creases. “Don't you want

her, I rock her gently side to side.

“Almost?”

her mouth. “I don't want you doing something you don't really want to. Babies

do want to. If

hands down behind her, I palm her ass. A plump cheek cupped in either hand, my cock gives me a

Michael, I smell

horse….” Charlie nickers and tosses her head… I nibble

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

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

come up back

more like it. Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble for her

air. “If you think you're parking my bare ass on prickly

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.” I unravel the belt, shoving my giggling wife’s jeans

my hands. “Let me get

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 welcoming and only

get you warmed over shall we.” Kneeling, my knees resting on straw, I

my shoulders, Charlotte leans back, her ponytail swinging back against the straw, giving me

“You're not going to scare the horses are

how much

take a moment to enjoy the view. Her 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

she chuckles again. “It is, isn’t

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

meet mine. “Shovelling horse

you now. Apart from your boobs, you've

“D’you think I'll get it back

did bother

of her as

Um… you realise

if we're going to have a lot of babies in the house, we might as well have them altogether;

“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

little, dropping her head again, settling back and lifting

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

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows

This isn’t

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

back against the bales, her body

enjoy pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one

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 open

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