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

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

*****

from my pocket. Oliver snorts and stamps, then as I snap the carrot in two, stretches forward to

to her

if you needed any

of straw, shaking the clean parts

to a

holds the pitchfork held in one hand, balancing it on the other. She purses her mouth, tilts her head. “Is it normal? Mom pregnant.

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do we do

I grin. And wait.

“What?

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

eyes narrow. “You've got

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

me doing it. “You

horse shit into a barrow, and I do things for

you're wearing your hard hat and steel-toed boots.” I move in closer, take the fork from her and set it against

in your van...” She struggles, hands on my chest as though trying to push me away. But she’s not trying very hard. “There’re those, Michael

scan the stable. “What I can bend you over

saddle soap, wax and rope. A single enormous cobweb drapes diagonally from one

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, beaming a gummy smile,

scoop her up, supporting her under the arms to bounce her up and down a bit. Then, I move into the sunshine to get

I exchange smiles. “She has his

forehead. “Who’s going to be a dark-eyed

on my shoulder. “The next one’s yours. Perhaps she…

but buy 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

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 I did promise you the

with my hand. “I don't want you

creases. “Don't you want one

her gently side to side. “More than

“Almost?”

finger to her mouth. “I don't want you doing something you don't really want to. Babies are a long-term

to. If

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

Michael, I smell

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

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 are stacked by

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

as her hands come

yourself comfortable.” I fumble for her

air. “If you think you're parking my bare ass on prickly straw, you're

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

at my hands. “Let me get these

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 at half-mast

shall we.” Kneeling, my knees resting on straw, I push

back against the straw, giving

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

much noise you

veeing to the startling copper of the curls; her labia, rapidly pinking

knees and drawing down and into her warming sex. “I knew there must

eyes closed, she chuckles again. “It

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

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

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

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

really did

of

look after yourself. Um… you realise you're not

we're going to have a lot of babies in the house, we might as well

“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

back and lifting her hips to me.

followed by a

“Shove off, Charlie!”

Warm air blows

This isn’t the

her spot in the straw, exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a wisp of hay from the rack. Jaws grinding the hay from side to side, she

dropping back against

pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one side and you shaking

creases up again, knees curling up to her chest while I try fruitlessly to stretch out her legs again and open

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