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.

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

*****

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

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

see if

I’m fine.” She forks up another load of straw, shaking

to a normal

the other. She purses her mouth, tilts her head. “Is it

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do we do

I grin. And wait.

me. “What?

Flash my brows.

narrow. “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 like

horse shit into a

and steel-toed boots.” I move in closer, take the fork from her and set it against the wall. “I rather

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

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

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 top corner

open, horsey paraphernalia shoved to one side 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,

bit. Then, I move into the sunshine to get a better look. “She’s getting a good head of hair now. As dark as James’ almost. But there’s definitely

and I exchange smiles. “She

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

my shoulder. “The next one’s yours. Perhaps

horse tack. When I reply, I

and 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

about that?” I cup her cheek with

you want

her gently

“Almost?”

back, I press a finger to her mouth. “I don't want you doing something you don't

to.

her, I palm her ass. A plump cheek cupped in either hand, my cock gives me a nudge,

Michael, I smell of

smell of horse….” Charlie nickers and tosses her head… I nibble at an earlobe. “… And we can both have a

away… ”Michael Summerford, you are just a kinky

the ass, pressing her against my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice

but her eyes say otherwise. Hitching her up, I semi-prop her against the

eyes dance as her hands come up back

it. Get yourself comfortable.” I

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

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

at my hands. “Let me get these boots off

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

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

shoulders, Charlotte leans back, her ponytail swinging back against the straw, giving

voice. “You're not going

how much noise

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

in a warm 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 reason this is

closed, she chuckles

fingertip. “You're so beautiful you know. I never get tired of

lifts her head, opens her eyes to meet mine. “Shovelling horse shit, you

Here, look at you now. Apart from

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

really did

thought of her as

You look after yourself. Um… you realise you're

“Doesn't mean we can't practice. And if we're going to have a lot of babies in the house, we

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

same path as I did with my finger: a soft bite just below her knee, then drawing the heat of my lips and tongue downward… downward and inward…

settling back and lifting her hips to me. Trailing lips over her swelling outer

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

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows by my

isn’t the

then tugs a wisp of hay from the

dropping back against the bales, her body

pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one side

makes a not very convincing attempt to straighten her face, then creases up again, knees curling up to her chest

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