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

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

*****

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

and rubber boots, is back up to her

see if

another load of straw, shaking the clean

to get back to a normal

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

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do

I grin. And wait.

me. “What? What

eyes. Flash

narrow. “You've got that

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

Let her see me doing it. “You know, you

shit

like when you're wearing your hard hat and steel-toed boots.” I move in closer, take the fork from her and set it against the wall. “I rather like you dressed like that too.” A hand on either hip, I nuzzle into the crook of her

trying to push me away. But she’s not trying very

“What I can bend you over in

past its 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

and the gurgling Cara. She’s already watching us, and as she sees me looking at her, she gurgles, beaming a

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

forehead. “Who’s going to be a dark-eyed

to stand by me, rests her head on my shoulder. “The next one’s yours. Perhaps she… or

some time to speak, laying Cara back in her spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing

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

I cup her cheek with my hand. “I don't want you to

creases. “Don't you want one that's

her, I rock her gently

“Almost?”

Pulling back, I press a finger to her mouth. “I don't want you

want to.

hand, my cock gives me a nudge, and I glance around the

I smell of

and tosses her head… I nibble

and play-pretends to push me away…

my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice to have my wife all to myself.” A

be protesting, but her eyes say otherwise. Hitching her up, I semi-prop her against the

as her hands come

more like it. Get yourself comfortable.”

parking my bare ass on prickly

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

my hands. “Let me get these boots off

waist down. My cock’s already at half-mast inside my jeans as I move in

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

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

in her voice. “You're not

how much noise

inner thighs, veeing to the startling copper of the curls; her

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

closed, she chuckles

beautiful you

her eyes to meet mine. “Shovelling horse shit,

you now. Apart

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

really did

thought of

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

a lot of babies in the house, we might as well have them altogether;

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

move in, mouthing at soft pale skin, following the same path as I did with my finger: a soft bite just below her knee, then drawing

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

followed by a nudge on the

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows by

This isn’t

mare gives a disappointed nicker and ambles back to her spot in the straw, exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a wisp of hay

back against the bales,

with the horse assaulting me from one

then creases up again, knees curling up to her chest while

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