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

to pick up Mitch’s bag. “Let me carry

*****

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

in rough jeans and rubber boots, is back up to her knees in horse bedding, fork in

to see if you needed any

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

back to

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

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What? What

my eyes. Flash

“You've got that

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

horse shit into a barrow,

boots.” I move in closer, take the fork from her and set it

on my chest as though trying to push me away. But she’s not trying very hard. “There’re those, Michael Summerford, who might

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

nods towards 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

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

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

“She has his

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

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

but buy myself some time to speak, 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…

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…”

her cheek with my hand.

you want

rock her

“Almost?”

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

want to. If you

palm her ass. A plump cheek cupped in either hand, my cock gives me a nudge, and I glance around the

I smell of

her head… I nibble at an

to push me away… ”Michael Summerford, you are just a kinky

pressing her against my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice to

mouth might be protesting, but her eyes say otherwise. Hitching her up, I semi-prop

hands come up back

Get yourself comfortable.”

air. “If you think you're parking my bare

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 to her belt… “Let's get those off, shall we. You’ll not be

slaps at my hands. “Let me get these boots

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 only

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

leans back, her ponytail swinging back against the straw, giving me

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

much

the view. Her pale inner thighs, veeing to the startling copper of

cloud as I stroke her thighs; long, slow, finger-tip caresses, starting by her knees and drawing down and into

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

“You're so beautiful you know. I

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

Apart from your boobs,

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

did bother

of her as

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

a lot of babies in

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

following the same path as I did with my finger: a soft bite just below

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

ear is followed by a nudge on the shoulder, setting me

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows by my

isn’t

nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a wisp of hay from the rack. Jaws

dropping back against the bales, her

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

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

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