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 carry this

*****

pair off, I return to the stable. Charlie nickers, her ears swinging forward as I enter, knowing what to expect as 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 up delights such as

in rough jeans and rubber boots, is back up to her knees in horse bedding, fork

see if you needed any

I’m fine.” She forks up another load of straw, shaking the clean parts free and dumping

get back to a normal life,

hand, balancing it on the other. She purses

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we do

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What?

eyes. Flash my brows.

“You've got

look would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

doing it. “You

shit into a barrow, and I

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

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

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

better days, once it furnished a bedroom in 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 wall to anchor on a rafter. It’s owner crouches up in the top

the gurgling Cara. She’s already watching us, and as

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

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

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

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

horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I had the impression, Babe… that…

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

cheek with

brow creases. “Don't you want one

her gently side to side. “More than

“Almost?”

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

do want to.

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

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

play-pretends to push me away…

reason you married 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 stacked by the wall. “Those’ll

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

eyes dance as her hands come up back up around my

more like it. Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble for her

parking my bare

nudging 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

my hands. “Let me get these boots off

to leave her naked from the waist down. My cock’s already at half-mast inside my jeans as

knees resting on straw, I push her knees

my shoulders, Charlotte leans back, her ponytail swinging back against the straw, giving

her voice. “You're not

how much noise you

inner thighs, veeing to the startling copper of the

by her knees and drawing down and into her warming sex. “I knew

chuckles again.

so beautiful you know. I never get tired

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

you now. Apart from your

frowns, though only a little. “D’you think I'll get it

did bother

of her

you realise

And if we're going to have a lot of babies

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

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

her head again, settling back and lifting her hips to me. Trailing

is followed by a nudge on the shoulder, setting

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows by my

This isn’t the

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

bursts out laughing, dropping back against

the horse assaulting me from one side and you shaking like a bloody Hula dancer from

not very convincing attempt to straighten her face, then creases up again, knees curling up to her chest

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