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.

stoop to pick up Mitch’s bag. “Let me

*****

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 has

up to her knees in horse bedding, fork in hand, shuffling

if you needed

but I’m fine.” She forks up another load of

to

hand, balancing it on the other. She purses her mouth,

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What? What

widen my eyes. Flash my brows. “What's

narrow. “You've

look would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

“I'm shovelling horse shit into a barrow, and I do

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

me over a crate in your van...” She struggles, hands on my chest as though trying to push me away.

“What I can bend you

soap, wax and rope. A single enormous cobweb drapes

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

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 a

exchange smiles. “She has

I kiss the little girl’s forehead. “Who’s going to be

to stand by me, rests her head on my shoulder. “The next

amid the horse tack. When I reply,

“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

that?” I cup her cheek with my hand. “I don't

“Don't you

around her, I rock her gently side

“Almost?”

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

to. If

hands down behind her, I palm her ass. A plump cheek cupped in either hand, my cock gives me a nudge, and I glance around the stable again. “Mmmm, how about a

Michael, I

wrong with the smell of horse….” Charlie nickers and tosses her head… I nibble at an earlobe. “… And

away… ”Michael Summerford, you are just a kinky

her against my burgeoning groin.

Hitching her up, I semi-prop

eyes dance as her hands come up back

it. Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble

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

fixed,“ I mutter, nudging her 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… “Let's get those off, shall we. You’ll not be needing them for the

hands. “Let

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

on straw, I push her knees open. “Rest your feet on me. Get

leans back, her ponytail swinging back against the straw,

“You're not going to scare the

how much noise you

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

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

eyes closed, she chuckles again.

with a fingertip. “You're so beautiful you know. I never

mine. “Shovelling horse shit, you mean?” But her

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

“D’you think I'll get it back as

did

thought of her as

see why not. You look after yourself. Um… you realise you're not likely to conceive again while you're breast-feeding full

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

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

my finger: a soft bite just below

head again, settling back and lifting her hips to me.

by

“Shove off, Charlie!”

Warm air blows

This isn’t the

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

out laughing, dropping back against

down, Woman. How am I supposed to enjoy pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one side and you shaking like a bloody Hula dancer from the

creases up again, knees curling up to her chest while I

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