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?”

girl. I can

bag. “Let me carry this to the car

*****

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 up delights such

up to her knees in horse bedding, fork in

to see if you

“Thanks, but I’m fine.” She forks up another load of straw, shaking the clean parts free and dumping the rest in her

to a normal

holds the pitchfork held in one hand, balancing it on the other. She purses her mouth,

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do

I grin. And wait.

“What? What

Flash my

eyes narrow. “You've got

look would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

eyes travel over her. Let her see me doing it. “You know, you really do things for me

horse shit into a

it against the wall. “I rather like you dressed like

a crate in your van...” She struggles, hands on my chest as though trying to push

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

the hotel. 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

to 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 smile, holding out wriggly-fingered

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

exchange smiles. “She has his eyes

“Who’s going to be a dark-eyed lovely,

me, rests her head on my shoulder. “The next one’s yours. Perhaps she… or he… will be

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

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

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

“Don't you

rock her gently side to side. “More than almost

“Almost?”

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

do want to. If

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

Michael, I smell of

her head… I nibble at an earlobe. “… And we can both have a

and play-pretends to push me away…

I pull her back towards me by the ass, pressing her against my burgeoning groin. “It's rather

but her eyes say otherwise. Hitching her up, I semi-prop

her hands come up back

like it. Get yourself comfortable.”

you're parking my

her back to the ground, Tugging 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

hands. “Let me

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 jeans as I move in close and she wraps her legs around my waist. She smells warm and welcoming and

resting on straw, I push her knees open. “Rest your feet on me. Get

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

in her voice. “You're not going to scare the horses are

how much noise you

to enjoy the view. Her pale inner thighs, veeing to the

wells in a warm cloud as I stroke her 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

back, eyes closed, she chuckles

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

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

look at you now. Apart from

think I'll get it back as fast with the next

really did bother

of

you realise you're not likely

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

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

I did with my finger: a soft bite just below her knee, then drawing the heat of my lips and tongue downward… downward and inward… towards her

her head again, settling back and lifting her hips to

my ear is followed by

“Shove off, Charlie!”

Warm air blows

This isn’t

exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a wisp of hay from the rack. Jaws grinding the hay from side to side,

laughing, dropping back against the

me from one side

knees curling up to her chest

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