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.

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

*****

the pair off, I return to the stable. Charlie 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

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

see if you needed any

She forks up another load of straw, shaking the clean parts

to a

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

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we do

I grin. And wait.

me. “What? What

Flash my brows.

eyes narrow. “You've got

look would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

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

steel-toed boots.” I move in closer, take the fork from her and set it against the wall. “I rather like you dressed like that

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 those, Michael Summerford, who might say you

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

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 the white-washed wall to anchor on a rafter. It’s owner crouches up in

for fleecy blankets and the gurgling Cara. She’s already watching us, and as she sees me

Then, I move into the sunshine to get a better look. “She’s getting a good head of hair now. As dark as James’

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

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

shoulder. “The next one’s yours. Perhaps

amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I had the impression, Babe… that… you

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

cheek with

brow creases. “Don't you want

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

“Almost?”

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

to. If you

do.” Sliding 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

I smell of

with the smell of horse….” Charlie nickers and tosses her head… I nibble at an earlobe. “… And we can both have a

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

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

say otherwise. Hitching her up, I semi-prop her against the bales. “Hold on

come up back

Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble

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

queen. Now…” I return to her belt… “Let's get those off, shall we. You’ll

“Let me get these boots off

from the waist down. My cock’s already at half-mast inside my jeans as I move in close and she

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

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

not going to

how much noise you

pale inner thighs, veeing to the startling copper of the curls; her labia, rapidly pinking

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

eyes closed, she chuckles

so beautiful you know.

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

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

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

really did bother

of her

realise you're not likely to conceive again while you're breast-feeding full

have a lot of babies in the house, we might as

“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

her position a little, dropping her head again, settling back and lifting her hips to me. Trailing lips over her swelling outer lips,

followed by a nudge on the shoulder, setting

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows

isn’t

nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a wisp of hay from the rack. Jaws grinding the hay from side to side, she

bursts out laughing, dropping back against the bales,

How am I supposed to enjoy pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one

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

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