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

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

*****

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,

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

see if you

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

get back to a normal life, isn't

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

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What? What is

my eyes. Flash my

narrow. “You've got that

look would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

me doing it. “You

shit into a barrow,

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

in your van...” She struggles, hands on my chest as though trying to push me away. But she’s not trying very hard.

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

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

the gurgling Cara. She’s already watching us, and as she sees me looking at her, she gurgles, beaming a

and down a bit. Then, I move into the sunshine to get a better look. “She’s getting a good

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

little girl’s forehead. “Who’s going to be a dark-eyed lovely, then?” She chuckles, burbles and blows a

to stand by me, rests her head on my shoulder. “The next one’s yours.

spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I had the impression, Babe…

“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 hooks hands around my neck, tip-toeing to kiss me. “And I did

that?” I cup her cheek with my hand. “I don't want you to

you want one

arms around her, I rock her gently side to side.

“Almost?”

don't want you doing something you don't really want to. Babies are a

want to.

cupped in either hand, my cock gives me a nudge, and I glance around the stable

Michael, I

tosses her head… I nibble at an earlobe. “…

me away… ”Michael

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. “Those’ll

her up, I

her hands come up back up

like it. Get yourself comfortable.”

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

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 for the next few minutes.”

slaps at my hands. “Let me get these boots off

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 around my

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

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

“You're not

much noise

veeing to the startling

knees and drawing down and into her warming sex. “I knew there must be a good

back, eyes closed, she chuckles again.

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

eyes to meet mine. “Shovelling horse shit, you

at you now. Apart from your boobs, you've gotten your old figure back

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

really did bother

thought of her as

realise you're not likely to conceive again

have a lot of babies in the house, we might as well have them

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

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

and

is followed by a nudge on the shoulder, setting me

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows by my

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,

out laughing, dropping back against the bales, her

me from one side and you shaking like a

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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