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 can

to pick up Mitch’s bag. “Let me carry

*****

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 contently. Bear drops into the straw

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

came to see if you

up another load of straw, shaking the clean

get back to

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

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we

I grin. And wait.

“What?

my eyes. Flash my brows. “What's

narrow. “You've

would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

travel over her. Let her see me doing

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

well, it's like when you're wearing 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

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

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

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

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

Sweetie.” I scoop her up, 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

“She

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

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

to 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 impression, Babe…

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…” She

I cup her cheek with my

brow creases. “Don't you want one

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

“Almost?”

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

to. If you

plump cheek cupped in either hand, my cock gives me a nudge, and I glance around the stable again. “Mmmm,

I smell

Charlie nickers and tosses her head… I nibble

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

knew 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 to myself.” A couple of straw bales are stacked by the wall.

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

as her hands come up back up

it. Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble for

puffs air. “If you think you're parking my

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 those

hands. “Let

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

Kneeling, my knees resting on straw,

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

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

much noise

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

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

she chuckles again.

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

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

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

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

really did bother

thought of her

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

of babies in the house,

“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…

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

ear is followed by a nudge

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows by my

This isn’t

back to her spot in the straw, exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a wisp of

dropping back against the bales, her body

down, Woman. How am I supposed to enjoy pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one side and you shaking like a bloody Hula dancer from

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

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