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?”

a big girl. I can

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

*****

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 has been known

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

if you

but I’m fine.” She forks up another load of straw, shaking the

to a normal

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

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do

I grin. And wait.

“What?

my eyes. Flash my brows. “What's

eyes narrow. “You've

look would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

over her. Let her see me doing it. “You know, you

cheeks. “I'm shovelling horse shit into a barrow, and 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 either hip, I nuzzle into the crook of her neck,

hands on my chest as though trying to push me away. But she’s not trying very hard. “There’re those, Michael Summerford, who might say you

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

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.

horsey paraphernalia shoved to one side to make way for fleecy blankets and the gurgling Cara. She’s already watching us, and

bounce her up and down a bit. Then, I move into the sunshine to get a

smiles. “She

to be a dark-eyed

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

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

shrugs. “I’ll admit, the reality came as a shock. I’d never realised just how big a change it is. But I’ve gotten past

I cup her cheek with

brow creases. “Don't you want one

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 don't really want to. Babies are

do want to. If you want

hand, my cock gives me a nudge, and I glance around the stable again. “Mmmm, how about a practice

I smell

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

play-pretends to push me away… ”Michael

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

her hands come up back up around

Get yourself

you're parking my bare ass on

ground, Tugging my sweater off over my head, 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 few minutes.” I unravel the belt,

my hands. “Let me get these

panties, to leave her naked from the waist down.

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

leans back, her ponytail swinging back against the

“You're not

how much noise

inner thighs, veeing to the startling copper of the curls; her labia, rapidly pinking

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

back, eyes closed, she chuckles again. “It is,

beautiful you know. I

her eyes to meet mine. “Shovelling horse shit, you

Apart from

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

did

thought of her

you realise you're not likely to conceive again while

can't practice. And if we're going to have a lot of babies in the house, we might as

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

finger: a soft bite just below her knee, then

little, dropping her head again, settling back and lifting her hips to me. Trailing lips

by a nudge

“Shove off, Charlie!”

Warm air blows by

isn’t

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 to side, she

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 the

not very convincing attempt to straighten her face, then creases up again, knees curling up to her chest while I try fruitlessly

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