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

“Let me

*****

pair off, I return to the stable. Charlie 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 carrot in two,

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

came to see if you needed

up another load of

to get back to a normal life,

held in one hand, balancing it on the other. She

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What? What

my eyes. Flash

narrow. “You've got that

look would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

over her. Let her see me doing

at her cheeks. “I'm shovelling horse shit into a barrow, and I do things for

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 neck,

chest as though trying to push me away. But she’s not trying very hard.

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

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

to one side to make way for fleecy blankets and the gurgling Cara. She’s

into the sunshine to get a

I exchange smiles. “She has

going to be a dark-eyed lovely, then?”

on my shoulder. “The

tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I had the

just how big a change it is. But I’ve gotten past that. I'm ready for it this time…” She hooks

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

“Don't you want one

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

“Almost?”

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

to. If you

cupped in either hand, my cock

Michael, I smell

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

play-pretends to push me away… ”Michael

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

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

as her hands come up back up around my

it. Get yourself

you're parking

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

slaps at my hands. “Let me

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 as I move

on straw, I push her knees open. “Rest your

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

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

much

thighs, veeing to the startling

by her knees and drawing down

eyes closed, she chuckles again. “It

so beautiful you know.

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

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

“D’you think I'll get it back as fast

really did bother

of

You look after yourself. Um… you realise you're not likely to conceive again while you're breast-feeding full

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

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

soft pale skin, following the same path as I did with my finger: a soft bite just below

dropping her head again, settling back and lifting her hips to me. Trailing lips over her swelling outer lips,

snort in my ear is followed by a nudge on

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows

isn’t the

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

back against the

Woman. How am I supposed to enjoy pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one side and you

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

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