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

pick up Mitch’s bag. “Let me carry this to the car

*****

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 has been known to divvy up delights such as

rough jeans and rubber boots, is back up to her

to see if

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

to a normal

on the other. She purses her mouth, tilts

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do

I grin. And wait.

“What? What

my eyes. Flash my brows. “What's

“You've

look would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

eyes travel over her. Let her see me doing

shit

from her and set it against the wall. “I rather like

trying to push

I scan the stable. “What I can bend

Now, it houses tack, bits of leather, saddle soap, wax and

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

to get a better look. “She’s getting a

smiles. “She has

“Who’s going to be a

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

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

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

with my

“Don't you want one that's

my arms around her, I rock her gently side to side. “More

“Almost?”

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

to. If

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. “Mmmm,

I

Charlie nickers and tosses her head… I nibble at an earlobe. “…

away… ”Michael Summerford, you are just a kinky

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

otherwise. Hitching her up, I semi-prop her against the bales.

come up back

like it. Get yourself comfortable.” I

puffs air. “If you think you're parking

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

at my hands. “Let me

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 around my waist. She smells warm and welcoming and only a little

my knees resting on straw,

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

voice. “You're not going to scare the horses are

how much noise you

enjoy the view. Her pale inner thighs, veeing to the startling copper of the

by her knees and drawing down and

chuckles again. “It is,

beautiful you know. I

to meet mine. “Shovelling

keeps you fit. Here, look at you now. Apart

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

did

thought of her as

Um… you realise you're not likely to conceive again while you're breast-feeding full

we can't practice. And 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…

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

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

ear is followed by a nudge

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows

isn’t the

ambles back to her spot in the straw, exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then

laughing, dropping back

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

makes a not 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 again and open her

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