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 can

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

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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 the straw panting. Scruffy trots across to investigate a crack in the plaster that

back up to her knees in horse bedding, fork in hand, shuffling

if you needed

“Thanks, but I’m fine.” She forks up another load of straw,

back to a

held in one hand, balancing it on the other. She purses her mouth, tilts her head. “Is

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do

I grin. And wait.

“What? What is

widen my eyes. Flash my

eyes narrow. “You've got that

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

shit into a barrow, and I do

well, it's like when you're wearing your hard hat and 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 too.” A hand on

You bent me over a crate in your van...” She struggles, hands on my chest as though trying to push

to my heart. “I’m wounded.” I scan the stable. “What I can bend

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

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

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

smiles. “She has

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

on my shoulder. “The next one’s yours. Perhaps she… or he… will

Cara back in her spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I had the impression, Babe… that… you didn't much enjoy being

I’ve gotten past that. I'm ready for it this time…” She hooks hands around my

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

brow creases. “Don't you want one

around her, I rock her gently

“Almost?”

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

do want to. If

her ass. A plump cheek cupped in either hand, my cock gives

I smell

head… I nibble at an earlobe. “… And we can both have a shower

me away… ”Michael Summerford,

my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice to have my wife all to myself.” A couple of

otherwise. Hitching her up, I semi-prop

hands come up

it. Get yourself comfortable.” I

you're parking my bare ass on prickly straw, you're

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

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.

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

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

in her voice. “You're not going to

how much noise you

pale inner thighs, veeing to the startling

knees and drawing down and into her warming sex.

closed, she chuckles again. “It is,

so beautiful you

eyes to meet mine. “Shovelling horse shit,

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

“D’you think I'll get it back as fast with the

did

thought of her

after yourself. Um… you realise

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…

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

again, settling back and lifting her hips to

my ear is followed by a nudge

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows by

This isn’t the

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

dropping back

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

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

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