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.

“Let me carry this to the car for

*****

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

rough jeans and rubber boots, is back up to her

came to see if you needed any

fine.” She forks up another load of straw, shaking the clean parts free and dumping the

to a normal

balancing it on the other. She

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we

I grin. And wait.

me. “What? What

widen my eyes. Flash my brows.

“You've got that

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

her see me doing it. “You

shit into a barrow, and I do things for

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 too.” A hand on either hip, I nuzzle into the

in your van...” She struggles, hands on my chest as though trying to push me away. But she’s

my hand to my heart. “I’m wounded.” I scan the stable. “What I can bend

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 top

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

I move into the sunshine to get a better look. “She’s getting a good head of hair now. As dark as James’ almost. But there’s definitely a touch of red in

smiles. “She

be a dark-eyed

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

tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I had the impression, Babe…

I’ve gotten past that. I'm ready for it

I cup her cheek with

you want one that's

rock her gently side to side. “More

“Almost?”

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

to. If you

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

I smell of

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

me away… ”Michael Summerford, you are just

against my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice to have my wife all to myself.” A couple of straw bales are stacked

her up,

as her hands come up back up

it. Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble for

think you're parking

“A throne fit for a queen. Now…” I return to

at my hands. “Let me get these

good thought.” Hoisting her up 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

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

my shoulders, Charlotte leans back, her ponytail swinging back against the straw, giving me a front-row view of her lovely

in her voice. “You're not going

how much noise

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

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

she chuckles again.

so beautiful you know. I never

eyes to meet mine.

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

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

did bother

of

yourself. Um… you realise you're not likely to conceive

mean we can't practice. And if we're going to have a lot of

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

following the same path as I did with my finger: a soft bite just below her knee, then drawing the

again, settling back and lifting her

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

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows by my

isn’t the

a disappointed nicker and ambles back 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

dropping back

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

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

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