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.

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

back up to her

see if you

of straw, shaking the clean parts free and dumping the

back to a normal life,

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

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we

I grin. And wait.

me. “What?

eyes. Flash my

eyes narrow. “You've got that

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

horse shit into

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

on my chest as though trying to push

I scan the stable. “What

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 diagonally from one edge up the white-washed wall to anchor on a rafter. It’s owner crouches up in the

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

I move into the sunshine to get a better look. “She’s getting

“She has his

kiss the little girl’s forehead. “Who’s going to be a dark-eyed lovely, then?” She chuckles, burbles and blows a bubble at

moves to stand by me, rests her head on my shoulder. “The next one’s yours. Perhaps she… or he… will be a

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

and shrugs. “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 I did promise

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

“Don't you want one

her gently side to side. “More

“Almost?”

Pulling back, I press a finger to her mouth. “I don't want you doing something you don't really want to. Babies are

want to. If

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

I

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

and play-pretends to push me away… ”Michael Summerford, you are

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 to have my wife all to myself.” A couple

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

hands come up back up

Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble for

parking

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 next few minutes.” I unravel the

my hands. “Let me get these

again, I 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 already at half-mast inside my jeans as I move in close and she wraps her

get you warmed over shall we.” Kneeling, my knees resting on straw, I push her knees open. “Rest your feet on me. Get yourself

soles resting on my shoulders, Charlotte leans back, her ponytail swinging back against the straw, giving me a front-row view

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

much noise

a moment to enjoy the view. Her pale inner thighs, veeing to the

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

back, eyes closed, she chuckles again. “It

so beautiful you know.

lifts her head, opens her eyes to meet mine. “Shovelling horse shit,

you now. Apart from

think I'll get it back as fast with

did

of her as

realise you're not likely

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…

as I did with my finger: a soft bite just below her knee,

position a little, dropping her head again, settling back and

my ear is followed by a nudge on the shoulder, setting

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows by

This isn’t

a disappointed nicker and ambles back to her spot in the straw, exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs

bursts out laughing, dropping back against the bales, her

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

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

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