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. I can

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

*****

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.

her knees in horse bedding, fork in hand, shuffling

if you needed any

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

nice to get back to

the other. She purses her mouth, tilts her head. “Is it

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do we

I grin. And wait.

“What? What is

eyes. Flash my

narrow. “You've got that

look would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

my eyes travel over her. Let her see me doing

horse shit into a barrow, and I do things for

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.

the stable. “What I

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 up

blankets and the gurgling Cara. She’s

sunshine to get a better look.

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

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

on my shoulder. “The next one’s yours.

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 didn't much enjoy

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 kiss me. “And I

her cheek with my hand. “I don't

creases. “Don't you

rock her gently side to side. “More

“Almost?”

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

want to. If you want

in either hand, my cock gives me a nudge, and I glance around

I smell of

nickers and tosses her head… I nibble at

and play-pretends to push me away… ”Michael Summerford, you

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

say otherwise. Hitching her up, I semi-prop her against the

as her hands come up back up around

yourself

air. “If you think you're parking my

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

“Let me

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

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

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

voice. “You're not going to scare the horses

how much noise

Her pale inner thighs, veeing to the startling copper of the

slow, finger-tip caresses, starting by her knees and drawing down and into her warming sex. “I knew there must be a good reason this

chuckles again. “It

stroke her labia with a fingertip. “You're so beautiful you know.

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

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

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

did

thought of her

you realise you're not likely to conceive again while you're

of babies in the house, we might as

“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

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

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

“Shove off, Charlie!”

Warm air blows by my

This isn’t

nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a wisp of hay from

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

me from one side and you shaking like

a not 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 again and open her

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