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

“Let me carry this to the car

*****

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

boots, is back up to her knees in horse bedding, fork in hand, shuffling straw through

if you needed

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

to

it on the other. She purses her mouth, tilts her

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do

I grin. And wait.

“What? What is

widen my eyes. Flash my brows. “What's

narrow. “You've got that

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

shovelling horse shit into a barrow, and I

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

She struggles, hands on my chest as though trying to push

heart. “I’m wounded.” I scan the stable. “What I can bend you over in here?”

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

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

to bounce her up and down a bit. Then, I move into the sunshine to get a better look. “She’s getting a good

exchange smiles. “She

to be

to stand by me, rests her head on my shoulder. “The next one’s

spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully,

and 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. “And

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

you want one that's

her, I rock her gently side to side. “More

“Almost?”

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

do want to. If you

hands down 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. “Mmmm,

I

her head… I nibble at an earlobe. “… And

away… ”Michael Summerford, you are just

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

her up, I semi-prop

come up back

like it. Get yourself

“If you think you're parking my bare

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 off, shall we. You’ll not be needing them for the next few minutes.” I unravel the belt, shoving my giggling

“Let me

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 her legs around my waist. She smells warm and welcoming and

warmed over shall we.” Kneeling, my knees resting on straw,

Charlotte leans back, her ponytail swinging back

her voice. “You're not

much noise you

the view. Her pale inner thighs, veeing to

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

a fingertip. “You're so beautiful you know. I never get

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

you now. Apart from your boobs, you've gotten your old figure

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

did

of her

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

going to have a lot of babies in the house, we might

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

path as 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 fragrant

and lifting her hips to me. Trailing

in my ear is followed by a nudge

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows by

isn’t the

a disappointed nicker and ambles back to her spot in the straw, exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs

bursts out laughing, dropping back against

Woman. How am I supposed to enjoy pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one side and you shaking like a bloody Hula dancer from the

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

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