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

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

*****

I return to the stable. Charlie nickers, her 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

up to her knees

came to see if you

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

get back to

hand, balancing it on the other. She purses her mouth, tilts her head. “Is it normal? Mom pregnant. My

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we

I grin. And wait.

me. “What? What is

my eyes. Flash

“You've got

look would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

cheeks. “I'm shovelling horse shit into

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 the crook of her neck,

struggles, hands on my chest as though trying to push me away. But she’s not trying very hard. “There’re those, Michael

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

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 owner crouches up in the

make way for fleecy blankets and the gurgling Cara. She’s already watching us, and as she sees me

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.

exchange smiles. “She has his eyes too,”

kiss the little girl’s forehead. “Who’s going to be a dark-eyed lovely, then?”

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

time to speak, laying Cara back in her spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully,

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 promise you

I cup her cheek with my hand. “I don't want

brow creases. “Don't you want one that's

I rock her gently side to side. “More than

“Almost?”

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

want to.

palm her ass. A plump cheek cupped in either hand, my cock

Michael, I smell of

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

grins and play-pretends to push me away…

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

Hitching her up,

eyes dance as her hands come up back up

like it. Get yourself

think you're parking

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…

my hands. “Let me get these boots

Hoisting her up again, I plonk 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 waist. She smells warm

on straw, I push her

soles resting on my shoulders, Charlotte leans back, her ponytail swinging back against the straw, giving

voice. “You're not going to scare the

how much noise

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

cloud as I stroke her thighs; long, slow, finger-tip caresses, starting by her knees and drawing down and into her warming sex. “I knew there must be a good

back, eyes closed, she chuckles again. “It

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

eyes to meet mine. “Shovelling horse

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

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

did bother

of her as

you realise you're not likely to conceive

have a lot of babies

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

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

head again, settling back and lifting

is followed by a

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows by

This isn’t the

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

back against

enjoy pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from

curling up to her chest while I try fruitlessly to stretch out her legs again and open her

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