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.

to pick up Mitch’s bag. “Let me

*****

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. Scruffy trots across to investigate a crack in the plaster that has been known to divvy up delights such as

to her knees in

to see if you needed

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

back to a normal

held in one hand, balancing it on the other. She purses her mouth, tilts her head. “Is

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do

I grin. And wait.

me. “What? What is

my eyes. Flash my brows. “What's

“You've got that

would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

her cheeks. “I'm shovelling horse shit into

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

You 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. “There’re those, Michael Summerford, who might say you

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

tack, bits of leather, saddle soap, wax and rope. A single enormous cobweb drapes diagonally

shoved to one side to make way for fleecy blankets and the gurgling Cara. She’s already watching us, and as she sees me looking at

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.

and I exchange smiles. “She

I kiss the little girl’s forehead. “Who’s going to be

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

myself some time to speak, laying Cara back in her spot amid the horse tack. When I reply,

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

that?” I cup her cheek with

creases. “Don't you want

her, I rock her gently side to side. “More

“Almost?”

to her mouth. “I don't want you

to.

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.

Michael, I

her head… I nibble at an earlobe. “…

push me away…

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

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

hands come up back

yourself comfortable.” I fumble

you're parking my bare ass on prickly

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 few minutes.” I

my hands. “Let me get these boots

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

on straw, I push her knees open. “Rest

Charlotte leans back, her ponytail swinging back against the straw,

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

how much

inner thighs, veeing to the

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

chuckles again. “It is, isn’t

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

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

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

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

really did

of her as

don’t see why not. You look after yourself. Um… you realise you're not likely to conceive again while you're breast-feeding

And if we're going to have a lot of babies in the house, we might as well have them altogether; Cara,

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

I did with my finger: a soft bite just below her knee, then

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

my ear is followed by a nudge

“Shove off, Charlie!”

Warm air blows by

This isn’t

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

dropping back

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

creases up again, knees curling up to her chest while

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