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

stoop to pick up Mitch’s bag. “Let

*****

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. Both horses munch contently. Bear drops into the straw panting.

to her knees in horse bedding, fork in hand, shuffling straw through the

see if you needed any

fine.” She forks up another load of

get back to a normal life, isn't

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

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do we

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What?

my eyes. Flash

“You've

look would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

doing it. “You know, you really do

shovelling horse shit into a barrow, and I do things for

in closer, take the fork from her and set it against

I remember. You bent me over a crate in your van...” She struggles, hands on my chest as though trying to push me away. But she’s not trying very

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

it furnished a bedroom in the hotel. Now, it houses tack, bits of leather, saddle soap, wax and rope. A

side to make way for fleecy blankets and the gurgling Cara. She’s already watching us, and as she sees me looking

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

smiles. “She has his

little girl’s forehead. “Who’s going to be

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

want to reply, 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

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…” She hooks hands around my neck, tip-toeing to kiss me. “And I did promise you the

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

“Don't you

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

“Almost?”

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

want to. If you want

in either hand, my cock gives me a nudge, and

I smell of

of horse….” Charlie nickers and tosses her head… I

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

married me.” I 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

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

her hands come

like it. Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble for

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

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

at my hands. “Let me get these boots

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

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

back against the straw, giving me a front-row view

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

much

pale inner thighs, veeing to the startling

I stroke her thighs; long, slow, finger-tip caresses, starting by her knees and drawing down and into her warming sex. “I knew there must be a good reason this

chuckles again.

stroke her labia with a fingertip. “You're so beautiful you know. I never get tired

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

you now. Apart

only a little. “D’you think I'll get it back as fast with the

did

thought of her as

Um… you realise you're

grins. “Doesn't mean we can't practice. And if we're going to have a lot of babies in the house, we might as well have them altogether; Cara,

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

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

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

by a nudge on the shoulder, setting me

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows by my

isn’t the

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 grinding the hay from side

back against the bales, her

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

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

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