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.

up Mitch’s bag. “Let me

*****

the 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, stretches forward to accept his half. Both horses munch

rubber boots, is back up to her knees in horse bedding, fork in hand, shuffling straw through the

to see if you needed

forks up another load of straw,

get back to a normal life, isn't

balancing it on the other. She purses her mouth, tilts her

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do we do

I grin. And wait.

me. “What? What is

eyes. Flash my

“You've got that

would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

Let her see me doing

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

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

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.

to my heart. “I’m wounded.” I scan the stable. “What I can bend you over in here?” Then I

leather, saddle soap, wax and rope. A single enormous cobweb drapes diagonally from one edge up the white-washed

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

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

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

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

rests her head on my shoulder. “The next

back in her spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I

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

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

you want one that's

my arms around her, I rock her gently

“Almost?”

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

want to.

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

Michael, I

tosses her head… I nibble

play-pretends to push me away… ”Michael Summerford, you are just

her against my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice to have my wife all to myself.” A couple

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

hands come up back up around my

like it. Get yourself

puffs air. “If you think you're parking

fixed,“ I mutter, nudging 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

hands. “Let me get these boots off

and panties, to leave her naked from the waist down. My

my knees resting on straw, I push her knees open. “Rest

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

voice. “You're not going

how much noise

take a moment to enjoy the view. Her pale inner thighs, veeing to the startling copper of the curls; her labia,

cloud as I stroke her thighs; long, slow, finger-tip caresses, starting by her knees and drawing down and into her warming sex. “I

closed, she chuckles again. “It is, isn’t

fingertip. “You're so beautiful you know. I

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

Here, look at you now. Apart from your

only a little. “D’you think I'll get it back as fast

really did

thought of her as

see why not. You look after yourself. Um… you realise you're

of babies

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

following the same path as I did with my finger: a soft bite just below her knee, then drawing the heat of my lips and tongue downward… downward and inward…

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

by

“Shove off, Charlie!”

Warm air blows

isn’t the

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

out laughing, dropping back against the bales, her body

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

very convincing attempt to straighten her face, then creases up again, knees curling up to her chest

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