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?”

big girl.

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

*****

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 forward to accept his half. Both horses munch contently. Bear drops into the straw panting. Scruffy trots across to investigate a crack

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

if

fine.” She forks up another load of straw, shaking the clean parts free and dumping

get back to a

balancing it on the other. She purses

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What?

widen my eyes. Flash my brows.

narrow. “You've got

would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

“I'm shovelling horse shit into a barrow,

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 either hip, I nuzzle into the

my chest as though trying to push me away.

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

gurgling Cara. She’s already watching us, and as she sees

supporting her under the arms to bounce her up and down a bit. Then, I move into the sunshine to get a better look.

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

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

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

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

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

about that?” I cup her cheek with my hand.

“Don't you want one

my arms around her, I rock her gently side

“Almost?”

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

want to.

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

Michael, I

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

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

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

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

hands come up

Get yourself

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

queen. Now…” I return to her

“Let me get these

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

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

leans back, her ponytail swinging back

not going to scare

how much noise

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

finger-tip caresses, starting by her knees and drawing down and into her warming sex. “I

eyes closed, she chuckles

with a fingertip. “You're so beautiful you know. I never get

mine. “Shovelling horse shit, you

fit. Here, look at you now. Apart from

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

really did

thought of

not. You look after yourself. Um… you realise you're not likely to conceive again

have a lot of

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

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

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

is followed by a nudge on the shoulder, setting me

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows by

isn’t the

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

laughing, dropping back against the

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

again, knees curling up to

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