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.

up Mitch’s bag. “Let

*****

from my pocket. Oliver snorts and stamps, then as I snap the carrot in two, stretches forward to accept his half. Both

and rubber boots, is back up to her knees in horse bedding, fork in hand, shuffling straw

came to see if you needed

but I’m fine.” She forks up another load of

to get back to a normal

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

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What?

eyes. Flash my brows. “What's

“You've got

look would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

doing it.

shovelling horse shit into a barrow, and I do things

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

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

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

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 enormous cobweb drapes diagonally from one edge up the white-washed wall to anchor on a rafter. It’s owner crouches up in the top corner looking satisfied

make way for fleecy blankets and the gurgling Cara.

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

smiles. “She has his eyes

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

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

back in her spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully,

past that. I'm ready for it this time…” She hooks hands around my neck, tip-toeing to kiss me. “And I did promise

sure about that?” I cup her cheek with

creases. “Don't you want one

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

“Almost?”

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

to. If you

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 a

Michael, I smell of

I nibble at an earlobe. “…

away…

there was a reason 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 stacked by the wall. “Those’ll

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

come up back up around my

more like it. Get yourself comfortable.” I

“If you think you're parking

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 needing them for the next

my hands. “Let

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 in close and she wraps her

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

her ponytail swinging back against the straw, giving me a front-row

not going to scare the horses are

much noise you

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

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

back, eyes closed, she chuckles again.

labia with a fingertip. “You're so beautiful

her eyes to meet mine.

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

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

really did

of her as

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

if we're going to have a lot of babies

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

bite just below her knee, then

sighs, shifting her position a little, dropping her head again, settling back and lifting her hips to me. Trailing

ear is followed by a nudge

“Shove off, Charlie!”

Warm air blows by my

This isn’t the

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

dropping back against the bales, her body

the horse assaulting me

makes a not very convincing attempt to straighten 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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