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. I

bag. “Let me carry this to the car for

*****

off, I return to the stable. Charlie nickers, her ears swinging forward 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 the straw panting. Scruffy trots across to investigate a crack in the plaster

in rough jeans and rubber boots, is back up to her knees in horse bedding, fork in hand, shuffling straw

to see if you needed

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

back to a normal life,

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

I grin. And wait.

“What?

Flash my brows.

eyes narrow. “You've got

would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

at her cheeks. “I'm shovelling horse shit into a barrow, and I do things

well, it's like when you're wearing your hard 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

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

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

it furnished a bedroom in the hotel. Now, it houses tack, bits of leather, saddle soap, wax and rope. A single enormous cobweb drapes diagonally from one edge up the

today, the top drawer stands 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, holding

to get a better look. “She’s getting

“She has his eyes too,” she

to be a dark-eyed lovely, then?” She chuckles, burbles and blows a bubble at

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

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…

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

with my hand. “I don't want you

“Don't you want one

rock her gently side to

“Almost?”

“I don't want you doing something you

to. If

A plump cheek cupped in either hand, my cock gives me a nudge, and I glance around the stable again. “Mmmm,

Michael, I smell of

and tosses her head… I

grins and play-pretends to push me away… ”Michael Summerford, you are just a kinky

you married me.” I pull her back towards me by the ass, pressing her against my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice to have my wife all to myself.” A couple

her up,

come up back up around my

like it. Get yourself

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

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

hands. “Let me get

down. My cock’s already at half-mast inside my jeans as I move in close and

knees resting on 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 front-row view of

laughter in her voice. “You're not

much

veeing to the startling copper of the

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

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

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

you now. Apart from your boobs, you've gotten your

think I'll get it back as

did

of

realise you're not likely to conceive again while

of

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

in, mouthing at soft pale skin, following the 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…

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

followed by a nudge

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows by my

isn’t

straw, exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a

out laughing, dropping back against the bales, her body

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

again, knees curling up to her chest while I try fruitlessly to stretch out her

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