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. I can

“Let me carry this to the car

*****

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.

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

to see if you needed any

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

to a normal

other. She purses

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we do

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What? What

my eyes. Flash my brows. “What's

“You've got

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

shit into a barrow,

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

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

my heart. “I’m wounded.” I scan the stable. “What I can bend you over in here?” Then I scan again. “Where's

of drawers. Well past its better days, once it furnished a bedroom in the hotel. Now, it houses tack, bits of leather, saddle soap, wax and rope. A single enormous cobweb drapes

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

bit. Then, I move into the sunshine to get a

“She has his eyes

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

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

myself some time to speak, laying Cara back in her spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I had the impression, Babe… that… you didn't much enjoy being

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…”

cup her cheek with my

you

around her, I rock her

“Almost?”

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

to. If you

palm her ass. A plump cheek cupped in either hand, my cock gives me a nudge, and I glance around the stable

I smell

wrong with the smell of horse….” Charlie nickers and tosses her head… I

to push me away…

there was a reason you married me.” I pull her back towards me by the ass, pressing her against my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice

her eyes say otherwise. Hitching her up, I semi-prop her against the bales. “Hold

eyes dance as her hands come up

more like it. Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble for

think you're parking my bare ass

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

slaps at my hands. “Let me get these boots

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

straw, I push her knees open. “Rest your

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

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

how much noise

moment to enjoy the view. Her pale inner thighs, veeing to the startling copper of

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

chuckles again. “It

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

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

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

though only a little. “D’you think I'll get

did bother

of

don’t see why not. You look after yourself. Um… you realise you're not likely to conceive again while

we're going to have a lot of babies in the house, we might as well have them altogether; Cara, Adam,

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

skin, following the same path as I did with my finger: a soft bite

her position a little, dropping her head again, settling back and lifting her hips to me.

by

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows

isn’t the

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

bursts out laughing, dropping back against the bales, her body

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

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

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