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.

to pick up Mitch’s bag. “Let

*****

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

back up to her knees in horse bedding,

see if

up another load of straw, shaking the

get back to a normal life,

She purses her

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What? What is

Flash my brows. “What's

“You've got

look would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

travel over her. Let her see me doing it. “You know, you really

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

and set it against the wall. “I rather like you dressed like that too.” A hand

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

stable. “What I can bend you

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

drawer stands open, horsey paraphernalia shoved to one side to make way for fleecy blankets and the gurgling Cara. She’s already watching

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 a touch of

“She has his eyes too,”

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

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

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

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…”

cheek with my hand.

brow creases. “Don't you want

rock her

“Almost?”

mouth. “I don't want you doing

do want to. If you

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

I

her head… I nibble

away… ”Michael Summerford, you are just a

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

might be protesting, but her eyes say otherwise. Hitching her

her hands come up back up around

it. Get yourself comfortable.” I

you think you're parking my bare ass on prickly straw,

it over the straw. “A throne fit for a queen. Now…” I return to her

my hands. “Let me get these boots off

panties, to leave her naked from the waist down. My cock’s already at half-mast

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

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

in her voice. “You're not going to scare

how much noise you

Her pale inner thighs, veeing to the

thighs; long, slow, finger-tip caresses, starting by her knees and drawing down

closed, she chuckles again.

“You're so beautiful

her eyes to meet mine. “Shovelling horse shit, you mean?” But her lips

Apart from your boobs, you've gotten your old

“D’you think I'll get

did

of her

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

to have a lot of

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

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

a little, dropping her head again, settling back and lifting

snort in my ear is followed by a nudge

“Shove off, Charlie!”

Warm air blows

This isn’t

then tugs a wisp of

laughing, dropping back

the horse assaulting me from one side and you shaking like a bloody Hula dancer from the

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

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