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

*****

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 that has been known to divvy up delights

boots, is back up to her knees

if

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

nice to get back to a normal

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

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do we

I grin. And wait.

me. “What?

widen my eyes. Flash my

narrow. “You've got

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

eyes travel over her. Let her see me doing it. “You know, you really do things for me

shovelling horse shit into a barrow, and I do things for

the fork from her and set it against the wall. “I rather like you dressed like that

my chest as though trying to push me away. But she’s not trying

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

wax and rope. A single enormous cobweb drapes diagonally from one edge up the white-washed wall to anchor on a rafter. It’s owner crouches up in the top corner looking satisfied and

shoved to one side to make way for fleecy blankets and the gurgling Cara. She’s already

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

“She has his eyes too,”

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

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

Cara back in her spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I had the impression,

“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

about that?” I cup her cheek with my hand. “I don't want you to feel

brow creases. “Don't you want one that's

I rock her gently side to side. “More than almost

“Almost?”

press a finger to her mouth. “I don't want you doing something you don't

want to.

do.” Sliding 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

I smell of

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

play-pretends to push me away… ”Michael

the ass, pressing her against my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice to have my wife all to myself.” A couple

otherwise. Hitching her up, I semi-prop her against

eyes dance as her hands come

Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble for her

you think you're parking my bare ass on

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

slaps at my hands. “Let me

naked from the waist down. My cock’s already at half-mast inside my jeans as I move in

knees resting on straw,

on my shoulders, Charlotte leans back, her ponytail swinging back against the straw,

still laughter in her voice. “You're not

much noise

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

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 be a good reason this is

eyes closed, she chuckles again.

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

mine. “Shovelling

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

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

really did

of her as

look after yourself. Um… you realise you're not likely to conceive again while

going to have a lot of babies

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

bite just below her knee, then drawing the heat of my lips

back and lifting her

followed by a nudge on the shoulder,

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows by my

isn’t

to 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

back against the bales, her

enjoy pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me

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

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