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

up Mitch’s bag. “Let me carry this to the car for

*****

stamps, then as I snap the carrot in two, stretches forward to accept his half. Both horses munch contently. Bear drops into

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

came to see if you needed any

of

back to a normal

one hand, balancing it 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

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What? What is

eyes. Flash

narrow. “You've got

would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

over her. Let her see me doing

shit into a

move in closer, take the fork from her and set it against the wall. “I

remember. You bent me over a crate in your van...” She struggles, hands on my chest as though trying to push me away. But she’s not trying very hard. “There’re those, Michael

heart. “I’m wounded.” I scan the stable. “What I can bend you

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 top corner looking satisfied and

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

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

exchange smiles. “She

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

“The next one’s yours.

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

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.

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

“Don't you want one

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

“Almost?”

don't want you doing something you don't really want

to. If you want

cupped in either hand, my cock gives me a nudge, and I glance around

I smell of

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

push me away…

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 of straw bales are

her up, I semi-prop her against the bales. “Hold on

hands come up back

like it. Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble for

“If you think you're parking my bare

fit for a queen. Now…” I return to her belt… “Let's get those off, shall we. You’ll not

hands. “Let

naked from the waist down. My cock’s already at half-mast inside

resting on straw,

leans back, her ponytail swinging back against the straw, giving me a

not going to scare

much

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

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

chuckles again. “It is, isn’t

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

lifts her head, opens her eyes to meet mine. “Shovelling horse shit, you mean?” But

Apart from your

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

did

thought of her

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

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, Adam,

“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

little, dropping her head again, settling back and lifting her

by a nudge on the shoulder, setting me

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows by

isn’t the

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

bursts out laughing, dropping back against the bales, her body

am I supposed to enjoy pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from

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

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