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?”

big girl. I can

to pick up Mitch’s bag. “Let me carry this to the car for

*****

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

boots, is back up to her knees in

see if you

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

to get back to a normal life, isn't

one hand, balancing it on the other. She purses her mouth,

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do

I grin. And wait.

me. “What? What is

eyes. Flash my

narrow. “You've got

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

doing it. “You know, you really do things

shovelling horse shit into a barrow,

when you're wearing your hard hat and steel-toed boots.” I move in closer, take the fork from her and set it against

a crate in your van...” She struggles, hands on my chest as though trying to push me away. But she’s not trying very hard. “There’re

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

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 corner looking

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

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 touch

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

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

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

horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing

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

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

brow creases. “Don't you want one that's

my arms around her, I rock her gently side to side. “More than almost

“Almost?”

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

to. If you want

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

Michael, I

nickers and tosses her head… I nibble

push me away…

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

be protesting, but her eyes say otherwise. Hitching her up, I semi-prop her against the bales. “Hold on to

come up back up around my

it. Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble for

air. “If you think you're parking my

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

my hands. “Let me get these boots

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.

shall we.” Kneeling, my knees resting on straw, I push her

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

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

how much noise you

veeing to the startling copper of the curls;

thighs; long, slow, finger-tip caresses, starting by her knees and

back, eyes closed, she chuckles again. “It

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

meet mine. “Shovelling

you now. Apart from

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

did

of

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

And if we're going to have a lot of babies in the house, we might as well have them altogether; Cara, Adam, Mom's

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

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

little, dropping her head again, settling back and lifting

ear is followed by a nudge on the

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows by

isn’t the

with Oliver, then tugs a

bursts out laughing, dropping back against the

me from one side and you

up again, knees curling up to her chest while I try fruitlessly to stretch out her legs again and open

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