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

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

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

to see if

fine.” She forks up another load of straw, shaking the

nice to get back to a normal life, isn't

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

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What? What is

Flash

“You've got

look would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

sucks at her cheeks. “I'm shovelling horse shit into a barrow, and I do things

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

chest as though trying to push me away. But she’s not trying very hard. “There’re those, Michael Summerford,

scan the stable. “What I can bend you over in

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

to make way for fleecy blankets and the gurgling Cara. She’s already watching us, and as she sees me looking at her, she

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

exchange smiles. “She has his

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

“The next one’s yours. Perhaps

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

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

her cheek with my hand.

“Don't you want

rock her

“Almost?”

don't want you doing something you don't

want to. If you want

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. “Mmmm, how about a practice

Michael, I smell of

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

grins and play-pretends to push me away… ”Michael Summerford, you are just a kinky

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

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

as her hands come up

more like it. Get yourself comfortable.”

you're parking my bare ass

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.”

at my hands. “Let me get these boots

off her boots. Then her jeans and panties, to leave her naked from the waist down. My

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

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

her voice. “You're not going

much

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

wells in a warm cloud as I stroke her thighs; long, slow, finger-tip caresses, starting by her knees and drawing down and into

she chuckles again. “It is, isn’t

so beautiful you

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

now. Apart

think I'll get it back

did

of her as

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

grins. “Doesn't mean we can't practice. And if we're going to have a lot of babies in the house, we might

“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 my lips and

shifting her position a little, dropping her head again, settling back and lifting her hips to me. Trailing

followed by a nudge on the shoulder,

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows by

This isn’t the

exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a wisp of hay

laughing, dropping back against the bales,

horse assaulting me from one side and

knees curling up to her chest while I try

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