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

Mitch’s bag. “Let me carry this

*****

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

boots, is back up to her knees in horse bedding,

to see if

fine.” She forks up another load of straw, shaking the

back to a normal life,

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?

my eyes. Flash my

eyes narrow. “You've got that

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

shovelling horse shit into a barrow,

in closer, take the fork from her and set it against the wall. “I rather like you dressed like that too.” A hand

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

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

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

for fleecy blankets and the gurgling Cara. She’s already watching us, and as she sees me looking at her,

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

exchange smiles. “She

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

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

want to reply, but buy myself some time to speak, laying Cara back in her spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I had the impression, Babe… that… you

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

cheek with my hand. “I don't want you to feel

“Don't you want one that's

her gently side to side. “More than

“Almost?”

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

want to. If you

behind her, I palm her ass. A plump cheek cupped in either hand, my cock gives me a nudge, and I glance around the

Michael, I

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

me away… ”Michael Summerford, you are

the ass, pressing her against my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice

protesting, but her eyes say otherwise. Hitching her up,

her hands come up back

like it. Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble for her

air. “If you think you're parking my bare

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.

“Let me

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

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

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

voice. “You're not going to scare

how much noise

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

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

she chuckles

fingertip. “You're so beautiful you know. I never get tired of looking at

mine. “Shovelling horse shit, you mean?” But

you now. Apart from your

frowns, though only a little. “D’you think I'll get it back as fast

really did bother

of her as

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

mean we can't practice. 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…

my finger: a soft bite just below her knee, then drawing the heat of my lips and tongue downward… downward and

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

followed by a nudge

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows by

This isn’t the

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

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

How am I supposed to enjoy pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one side and you shaking like

attempt to straighten her face, then creases up again, knees curling up to her chest while I try fruitlessly to stretch out her legs again and open her

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