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. I

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

*****

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

her knees in horse bedding, fork in hand, shuffling straw through

to see if you needed any

up another load of straw, shaking the clean parts

get back to a normal life,

on the other. She purses

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we do

I grin. And wait.

me. “What? What is

my eyes. Flash my

eyes narrow. “You've got that

look would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

“I'm shovelling horse shit into

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

I remember. You bent me over a crate in your van...” She struggles, hands on my chest as though trying to push

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

and the gurgling Cara. She’s already watching

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

I exchange smiles. “She has

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

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

When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my

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

creases. “Don't you want

I rock her gently side

“Almost?”

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

to.

do.” Sliding hands down behind 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,

Michael, I

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

grins and play-pretends to push me away… ”Michael Summerford, you are just a

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.”

her up, I semi-prop her against the bales. “Hold on

her hands come up back

Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble for her

“If you think you're parking

lay it over the straw. “A throne fit for a queen. Now…” I return to her belt… “Let's

hands. “Let

good thought.” Hoisting 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 and she wraps her legs around my waist. She smells warm and welcoming and only a little

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

resting on my shoulders, Charlotte leans back, her ponytail swinging back against the straw, giving

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

much noise you

moment to enjoy the view. Her pale inner thighs, veeing to the startling copper

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

she chuckles again. “It

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

her head, opens her eyes to meet mine.

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

think I'll

really did

thought of

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

we can't practice. And if we're going to have a lot of babies in the house, we might as well have them altogether; Cara, Adam,

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

soft pale skin, following the same path as I did with my finger: a soft bite just below her knee, then drawing

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

my ear is followed by a nudge on the shoulder, setting me

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows

isn’t

nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a wisp

dropping back against

down, Woman. How am I supposed to enjoy pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one side

up again, knees curling up

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