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

stoop to pick up Mitch’s bag. “Let me

*****

then as I snap the carrot in two, stretches forward to accept his

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

came to see if you

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

to a normal life,

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

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What? What is

eyes. Flash my

“You've got that

look would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

my eyes travel over her. Let her see me doing it. “You know,

“I'm shovelling horse shit

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

bent me over a crate in your van...” She struggles, hands on my chest as though trying to push

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

tack, bits of leather, saddle soap, wax and rope.

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

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

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

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

my shoulder. “The next one’s yours. Perhaps she… or he… will be a strawberry

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

sniffs and shrugs. “I’ll admit, the reality came as 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…”

with my hand.

creases. “Don't you want one that's

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

“Almost?”

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

want to.

hands 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.

I smell

of horse….” Charlie nickers and tosses her head… I nibble at an earlobe. “… And we

away… ”Michael

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

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

eyes dance as her hands come up back

more like it. Get yourself comfortable.” I

you're parking my bare

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

at my hands. “Let me get these

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 as I move in close and she wraps her legs

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

shoulders, Charlotte leans back, her ponytail swinging back against

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

how much noise

moment to enjoy the view. Her pale inner thighs, veeing to the

a warm cloud as I stroke her thighs; long, slow, finger-tip caresses, starting by her knees and drawing down and

back, eyes closed, she chuckles again. “It

with a fingertip. “You're so beautiful

mine.

look at you now. Apart from

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

really did bother

of her

see why not. You look after yourself. Um… you realise you're not likely to conceive again

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

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

finger: a soft bite just

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

followed by a

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows by

isn’t

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

bursts out laughing, dropping back against the bales,

horse assaulting me from one side and you shaking

up again, knees curling up to her chest while I try fruitlessly to stretch out her

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