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?”

a big girl. I can

pick up Mitch’s bag. “Let me

*****

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

boots, is back up to her knees in horse bedding,

came to see if you

another load of straw, shaking the clean parts free and dumping the rest

to a normal

holds the pitchfork held in one hand, balancing it on the other. She purses her mouth,

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do we

I grin. And wait.

me. “What? What is

my eyes. Flash my brows. “What's

narrow. “You've got that

look would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

horse shit into a barrow, and I do things

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

trying

hand to my heart. “I’m wounded.” I scan the stable. “What I can bend you over in here?” Then I

hotel. Now, it houses tack, bits of leather, saddle soap, wax and rope. A single enormous cobweb drapes diagonally from one edge up

the gurgling Cara.

the sunshine to get a better look. “She’s getting a good head of hair now. As dark as James’

smiles. “She has his

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

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

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

I cup her cheek with my hand.

creases. “Don't you want one that's

I rock her gently side to side. “More than

“Almost?”

want you doing something you don't really

want to. If

plump cheek cupped in either hand, my cock

I

head… I nibble

and play-pretends to push me away… ”Michael Summerford,

against my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice to have

otherwise. Hitching her up, I semi-prop her

hands come

it. Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble for

“If you think you're parking my bare ass

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 off, shall we. You’ll not be

at my hands. “Let me get these boots

leave her naked from the waist down.

Kneeling, my knees resting on straw,

Charlotte leans back, her ponytail swinging back against the

not going to scare the

how much

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

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

chuckles again. “It is,

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

her head, opens her eyes to meet mine. “Shovelling horse shit, you mean?”

you fit. Here, look at you now. Apart from your boobs,

I'll get it back

did

thought of her

not. You look after yourself. Um… you realise you're not likely to conceive again

mean we can't practice. And if we're going to 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…

in, mouthing at soft pale skin, following the same path as I did with my finger: a soft bite just below her knee, then drawing the heat

sighs, shifting her position a little, dropping her head again, settling back and lifting her hips

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

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows

This isn’t

in the straw, exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a wisp of hay from the rack. Jaws grinding

laughing, dropping back against the

How am I supposed to enjoy pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one side and you shaking

very convincing attempt to straighten her face, then creases up again, knees curling up to her chest while I try

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