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

pick up Mitch’s bag. “Let

*****

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

back up to her knees in horse bedding, fork

came to see if you needed

“Thanks, but I’m fine.” She forks up another load of straw, shaking the clean parts free and dumping the rest in her

get back to a

the pitchfork held in one hand, balancing it on the other. She purses her mouth, tilts her head.

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we do

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What? What is

widen my eyes. Flash my brows.

eyes narrow. “You've

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

eyes travel over her. Let her see me doing it. “You know, you really do things

her cheeks. “I'm shovelling horse shit into a barrow, and

hat and steel-toed boots.” I move in closer, take the fork from her and set it against

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 hard. “There’re those, Michael Summerford, who might say you have depraved

stable. “What I can bend you over in here?”

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

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

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

and I exchange smiles. “She

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

“The next one’s

her spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I

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

her cheek with my hand. “I don't want

you want one

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

“Almost?”

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

to. If

her, I 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

Michael, I smell

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

me away… ”Michael Summerford,

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

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

hands come up back up around

more like it. Get yourself comfortable.”

“If you think you're parking

Tugging my sweater off over my head, I lay it over the straw. “A throne fit for a queen. Now…” I return to her

slaps at my hands. “Let me get these

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

you warmed over shall we.” Kneeling, my knees resting on straw, I push her knees open.

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

“You're not

much noise

thighs, veeing to the startling copper of

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 knew there must be a good

eyes closed, she chuckles again.

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

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

you fit. Here, look at you now. Apart from your boobs, you've gotten your old figure

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

really did bother

thought of her as

yourself. Um… you realise you're not likely to conceive again while

lot of babies in the house, we

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

my finger: a soft bite just

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

by a nudge on the

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows

This 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

bursts out laughing, dropping back against the bales, her body

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

curling up to her chest while I

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