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. I

bag. “Let

*****

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

if you needed

load of

to a normal life,

She purses her mouth, tilts

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we do

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What? What

eyes. Flash my brows.

narrow. “You've got

look would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

sucks at her cheeks. “I'm shovelling horse shit

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 crook of

a crate 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

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

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

to make way for fleecy blankets and the gurgling Cara. She’s already watching us,

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 of hair now. As dark as James’ almost. But there’s definitely a touch of

smiles. “She

forehead. “Who’s going to be a

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

to speak, laying Cara back in her spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I had

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

sure about that?” I cup her cheek with my

you want one that's

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

“Almost?”

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

to. If you

A plump cheek cupped in either hand, my cock

I smell

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

me away… ”Michael Summerford, you are just a

married me.” I pull her back towards me by the ass, pressing her against my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice to have

mouth might be protesting, but her eyes say otherwise. Hitching her up, I semi-prop her against

dance as her hands come up back up around

like it. Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble for

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

throne fit for a queen. Now…” I return to her

slaps at my hands. “Let me

her up 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

resting on straw, I push

resting on my shoulders, Charlotte leans back, her ponytail swinging back against the straw, giving me a front-row view of her

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

how much noise you

thighs, veeing to the startling copper of the curls; her

wells in a warm cloud as I stroke her thighs; long, slow, finger-tip caresses, starting by her knees and drawing down and into her warming sex. “I

she chuckles again. “It is, isn’t

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

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

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

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

really did

of her as

see why not. You look after yourself. Um… you realise

And if we're going to have a lot of babies in

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

in, mouthing at soft pale skin, following 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

back and lifting her hips

ear is followed by

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows by my

This isn’t the

ambles back to her spot in the straw, exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a wisp of

dropping back against the

pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one side and you shaking like a

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

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