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.

Mitch’s bag. “Let me carry this to

*****

snap the carrot in two, stretches forward to accept his half. Both horses munch

her knees in

if you needed any

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

get back to

the other. She purses her mouth, tilts her head.

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we

I grin. And wait.

me. “What? What

Flash

eyes narrow. “You've got that

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

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

and steel-toed boots.” I move in closer, take the fork from her and set it against the wall. “I rather like you dressed like that too.”

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

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

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

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

I scoop her up, supporting her under the arms to bounce her up and down a bit. Then, 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

exchange smiles. “She has his

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

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

Cara back in her spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I had the impression, Babe… that…

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 to

brow creases. “Don't you want one

around her, I rock her gently

“Almost?”

mouth. “I don't want you

want to. If

palm her ass. A plump cheek cupped in either hand, my cock gives me a

I smell of

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

play-pretends to push me away…

her against my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice to have my wife all to myself.” A couple of straw bales are stacked by the

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

dance as her hands come up back up

it. Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble

you're parking my bare ass on prickly straw, you're

I mutter, nudging her back to the 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

slaps at my hands. “Let me get these boots

the waist down. My cock’s already at half-mast inside my jeans as I move in close and she wraps her legs around

Kneeling, my knees resting on straw, I push her knees open. “Rest your feet on me.

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

her voice. “You're not going

how much

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

as I stroke her thighs; long, slow, finger-tip caresses, starting by her knees and drawing down and

she chuckles again.

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

to meet mine. “Shovelling

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

think I'll get it back as fast with

really did

thought of her

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

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…

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

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

in my ear is followed by a

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows by my

isn’t the

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 watches me

laughing, dropping back against the

am I supposed to enjoy pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one side

a not very convincing attempt to straighten her face, then creases up again, knees curling up to her

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