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?”

big girl.

I stoop to pick up Mitch’s bag. “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 has been known to divvy

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

came to see if you needed

She forks up another load of straw, shaking the

get back to a normal life, isn't

other. She purses her

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we do

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What?

widen my eyes. Flash my brows. “What's

eyes narrow. “You've got

look would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

over her. Let her see me doing it.

shovelling horse shit into a barrow, and I

from her and set it against the wall. “I rather like you dressed like that too.” A hand on either hip, I nuzzle into

as though trying to push me away. But

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

Now, it houses tack, bits of leather, saddle soap, wax and rope. A single

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

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

exchange smiles. “She has his

be

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

reply, but 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.

it is. But I’ve gotten past that. I'm ready for it this time…” She hooks hands around my

that?” I cup her cheek with my hand. “I

“Don't you want one that's

rock her gently side to side. “More than almost

“Almost?”

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

do want to. If you

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 stable again.

Michael, I smell

the smell of horse….” Charlie nickers and tosses her head… I nibble at an earlobe. “… And we can both

to push me away… ”Michael Summerford, you are

me by the ass, pressing her against my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice to have

might be protesting, but her eyes say otherwise. Hitching her up,

hands come

yourself comfortable.” I

you think you're parking my bare ass on prickly

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

hands. “Let me get these

her jeans and panties, to leave her naked from the waist down. My cock’s

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

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

“You're not going to

much noise

take a moment to enjoy the view. Her pale inner thighs, veeing to the startling copper of the curls; her labia, rapidly

her knees and drawing

chuckles

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

meet mine. “Shovelling horse

look at you now. Apart from your boobs,

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

did bother

thought of

realise you're not

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…

a soft bite just below her knee, then drawing the heat of

settling back and

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

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows

isn’t

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

out laughing, dropping back against

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

curling up to

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