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

up Mitch’s bag. “Let me carry

*****

take the usual carrot from my pocket. Oliver snorts and stamps, then as I snap the carrot in two, stretches forward

is back up to her knees

came to see if you needed any

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

back to a

hand, balancing it on the other. She purses her mouth, tilts her head. “Is it normal? Mom pregnant.

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What? What

widen my eyes. Flash my brows.

eyes narrow. “You've got that

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

eyes travel over her. Let her see me doing it. “You know,

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

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

me over a crate in your van...” She struggles, hands on my chest as though trying to push me away. But she’s

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

an old chest of drawers. Well 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 edge up

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 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

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

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

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

amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I had the impression, Babe… that… you didn't much

as a shock. I’d never realised just how big a change it is. But I’ve gotten past that. I'm ready for

cheek with my

creases. “Don't you want

her, I rock her gently side

“Almost?”

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

to. If you

I palm her ass. A plump cheek cupped in either hand, my cock

I smell of

nickers and tosses her head… I nibble at

play-pretends to push me away… ”Michael Summerford,

there was a 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

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

dance as her hands come up back up around

it. Get yourself comfortable.” I

think you're parking my

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,

my hands. “Let

thought.” Hoisting her up again, I plonk her 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

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

ponytail swinging back against the straw, giving me a front-row view

still laughter in her voice. “You're not going to

much

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

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

eyes closed, she chuckles again. “It is, isn’t

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

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

you now. Apart from your boobs, you've

think I'll get it back as

really did bother

of her as

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

And if we're going to have a lot of

“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 lips and

and lifting her hips

by a nudge on the shoulder, setting

“Shove off, Charlie!”

Warm air blows by my

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 the hay from side to side, she

back against the bales, her body

to enjoy pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one side and you shaking like a bloody Hula dancer from the

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

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