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

Mitch’s bag. “Let me carry this to

*****

ears swinging forward as I 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 panting. Scruffy trots across to investigate a crack in the plaster that

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

see if you needed

up another load of straw, shaking the clean

get back to

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

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do we

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What? What

widen my eyes. Flash

eyes narrow. “You've got that

look would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

me doing it. “You know,

sucks at her cheeks. “I'm shovelling horse shit into a

move in closer, take the fork from her and set it against the wall.

my chest as though trying to push me away. But she’s not trying

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

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 owner crouches up in the top corner looking satisfied

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

Then, I move into the sunshine to get a better

exchange smiles. “She has

to be a dark-eyed lovely, then?” She

her head on my shoulder. “The next one’s yours.

in her spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my

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

that?” I cup her cheek with my hand.

brow creases. “Don't you

I rock her gently side to side. “More than almost

“Almost?”

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

want to. If you

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

I

the smell of horse….” Charlie nickers and tosses her head… I

to push me away…

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

Hitching her

hands come up

it. Get yourself

parking

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 for the next few

at my hands. “Let me get these boots

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 waist. She smells warm and

you warmed over shall we.” Kneeling, my knees resting on straw, I push her knees open. “Rest your feet on me. Get

her ponytail swinging back against the straw, giving me

her voice. “You're not going to scare

much

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

slow, finger-tip caresses, starting by her knees and drawing down and into her warming sex. “I knew there

eyes closed, she chuckles again.

her labia with a fingertip. “You're so beautiful you know.

head, opens her eyes to meet mine.

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

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

really did bother

thought of

yourself. Um… you realise

can't practice. And if we're going to have a lot of babies

“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

and lifting her hips to me. Trailing lips

in my ear is followed by a nudge on the shoulder, setting me

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows by

This isn’t

the straw, exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then

out laughing, dropping back against the

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

her face, then creases up again, knees curling up to her chest while I try

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