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

to pick up Mitch’s bag. “Let me

*****

the usual carrot from my pocket. Oliver snorts and stamps, then as I snap the carrot in

to her knees in horse bedding, fork in hand, shuffling straw through the

came to see if

but I’m fine.” She forks up another load of straw, shaking

get back to

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

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we do

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What? What

widen my eyes. Flash my brows.

narrow. “You've

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

cheeks. “I'm shovelling horse shit into a barrow, and I

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 too.” A hand on either hip, I nuzzle into the crook of her neck,

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

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

tack, bits of leather, saddle soap, wax and rope. A single enormous cobweb drapes diagonally from one edge up the

horsey paraphernalia shoved to one side to make way for fleecy blankets and the gurgling Cara. She’s already watching us, and as

her up, supporting her under the arms to bounce her up and down a bit. Then, 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

exchange smiles. “She has his eyes too,” she

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

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

the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I

shock. I’d never realised just how big a change it is. But I’ve gotten past that.

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

creases. “Don't you want one

around her, I rock her gently side to side. “More than

“Almost?”

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

to. If you want

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

Michael, I smell of

Charlie nickers and tosses her head… I nibble

and play-pretends to push me away… ”Michael

me 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

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

hands come up back up

like it. Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble for

puffs air. “If you think you're parking my bare ass on

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 needing them for the next few minutes.” I unravel the belt, shoving my giggling wife’s

at my hands. “Let me get these boots off

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.

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

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

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

how much noise you

pale inner thighs, veeing to

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 James

closed, she chuckles again. “It

stroke her labia with a fingertip. “You're so beautiful you know. I never get tired of looking

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

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

I'll get it back as fast

did

of her as

see why not. You look after yourself. Um… you realise you're not likely to conceive again while you're breast-feeding

“Doesn't mean we can't practice. And if we're going to have a lot of babies in the house, we might as well have them altogether; Cara,

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

soft bite

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

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

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows by my

This isn’t

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 watches me

laughing, dropping back

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

convincing attempt to straighten her face, then creases up again, knees curling up to her chest while I try fruitlessly

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