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

“Let me carry this to the car for

*****

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

boots, is back up to her knees in horse

if you

of straw, shaking

to a normal life, isn't

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

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we do

I grin. And wait.

me. “What? What is

widen my eyes. Flash my

narrow. “You've got

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

sucks at her cheeks. “I'm shovelling horse shit into a barrow, and I do things

and set it against the wall. “I rather like you dressed like that too.”

a crate in your van...” She struggles, hands on my chest as though trying to push me away. But she’s

“What I can bend you over in here?” Then I

its better days, once it furnished a bedroom in the hotel. Now, it houses tack, bits of leather, saddle soap, wax and

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 she sees me

I move into the sunshine to get a better look. “She’s getting a good

and I exchange smiles. “She has his eyes too,”

to be a dark-eyed lovely,

on my shoulder. “The next one’s yours. Perhaps she… or he… will be

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

admit, the reality came 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

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

creases. “Don't you want one that's

I rock her

“Almost?”

back, I press a finger to her mouth. “I don't want you doing something

want to. If you want

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, how about

Michael, I smell

tosses her head… I nibble at an earlobe. “… And

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

a reason you married me.” I pull her back towards me by the ass, pressing her against my burgeoning groin.

mouth might be protesting, but her eyes say otherwise. Hitching her up, I semi-prop her against the bales. “Hold on to

dance as her hands come up back up around

yourself comfortable.” I fumble for her

you think you're parking my bare ass

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, shoving my giggling

my hands. “Let me get these boots

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

straw, I push her knees open. “Rest your

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

in her voice. “You're not going to

much

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

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.

beautiful you know. I never get tired of

her eyes to meet mine. “Shovelling

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

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

did

of her as

you realise you're not likely to conceive again while you're breast-feeding

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

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

move 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

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

by a nudge on the shoulder, setting

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows

isn’t the

a disappointed nicker 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

dropping back against the bales, her

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

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

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