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?”

a big girl.

to pick up Mitch’s bag. “Let

*****

Oliver snorts and stamps, then as I snap the carrot in two, stretches forward to accept his half. Both horses munch contently. Bear drops into the straw panting. Scruffy trots across to investigate a crack in the plaster that

her knees in horse bedding, fork in

to see if you needed

smile again. “Thanks, but I’m fine.” She forks up another load of straw, shaking the clean parts

to

the other. She purses her mouth, tilts

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do we

I grin. And wait.

me. “What? What

eyes. Flash my brows. “What's

eyes narrow. “You've got

look would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

at her cheeks. “I'm shovelling horse shit

in closer, take the fork from her and set it against the wall. “I rather like you dressed like

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

scan the stable. “What I can bend you over in

old chest of drawers. Well 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

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 smile, holding out wriggly-fingered

down a bit. Then, I move into the sunshine to get a better

smiles. “She has his eyes too,”

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

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

reply, but buy myself some time to speak, laying Cara back in her spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I had the

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 me. “And I did promise

cheek with my hand. “I don't want you

“Don't you want one

rock her gently side to side. “More than almost

“Almost?”

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

want to.

either hand, my cock

Michael, I

nickers and tosses her head… I nibble at an earlobe. “… And we can

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

married me.” I pull her back towards me by the ass, pressing her against my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice

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

come up back up around my

yourself comfortable.” I fumble for

you think you're parking my bare ass

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 we. You’ll not be needing them

my hands. “Let me get these boots

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

we.” Kneeling, my knees resting on straw,

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

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

how much

pale inner thighs, veeing to the startling copper of the curls; her labia, rapidly

by her knees and drawing down

closed, she chuckles again. “It

with a fingertip. “You're so beautiful you know. I never get tired of looking

to meet mine. “Shovelling horse shit,

look at you now. Apart

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

really did

thought of her as

not. You look after yourself. Um… you realise

if we're going to have a lot of babies in

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

my finger: a soft bite just below her knee, then drawing the heat of

little, dropping her head again, settling back and

is followed by a nudge on the shoulder,

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows by my

isn’t the

a disappointed nicker and ambles back to her spot in the straw, exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a wisp

bursts out laughing, dropping back against the bales, her body

horse assaulting me from one side and you shaking like a

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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