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

*****

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.

rubber boots, is back up to her knees in horse

see if you

another load of straw, shaking the clean

to

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

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What? What

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

eyes narrow. “You've

would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

horse shit into a barrow, and I do things for

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

your van...” She struggles, hands on my chest as though trying to push me

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

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.

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

her up and down a bit. Then, I move into the sunshine to get a

exchange smiles. “She has his eyes

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

my shoulder. “The next one’s yours. Perhaps she…

laying Cara back in her spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I had the impression, Babe… that…

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

cheek with my hand. “I don't

you want one that's

rock her

“Almost?”

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

to. If you

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, how about

Michael, I smell of

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

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

you married me.” I pull her back towards me by the ass, pressing her against my burgeoning groin.

her eyes say otherwise. Hitching her

dance as her hands come up back up around

more like it. Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble

“If you think you're parking my bare ass on prickly straw,

I mutter, 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

“Let me get

good 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

knees resting on straw, I push her knees open. “Rest your

resting on my shoulders, Charlotte leans back, her ponytail swinging back against the straw, giving me a front-row view

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

much

Her pale inner thighs, veeing to the startling

her knees and drawing down and into her warming sex. “I knew there must be

eyes closed, she chuckles again. “It

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

opens her eyes to meet mine.

fit. Here, look at you now. Apart from your

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

did

of

why not. You look after yourself. Um… you realise you're not likely

And if we're going to have 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…

mouthing at soft pale skin, following the same path as I did with my finger: a soft bite just below

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

is followed by

“Shove off, Charlie!”

Warm air blows by

This isn’t

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

laughing, dropping back

to enjoy pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one side and

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

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