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

*****

knowing what to expect as I take the usual carrot from my pocket. Oliver snorts and stamps, then as I snap the

up to her knees in horse bedding, fork in hand, shuffling straw

came to see if you

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

to get back to a normal

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

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we

I grin. And wait.

me. “What?

Flash

narrow. “You've got that

look would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

sucks at her cheeks. “I'm shovelling horse shit into a

her and set it against the wall. “I rather like you

in your van...” She struggles, hands on my chest as though trying to

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

towards an old chest of drawers. Well past its better days, once it furnished a bedroom in the hotel. Now, it houses tack, bits of leather, saddle soap, wax and rope. A single

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

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 definitely a touch

smiles. “She has his

“Who’s going to be a dark-eyed lovely, then?” She chuckles, burbles and blows a bubble

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

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

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 my neck, tip-toeing to kiss

with

brow creases. “Don't you want one

I rock her

“Almost?”

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

to. If you

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

I smell of

head… I nibble at an earlobe. “… And

away… ”Michael Summerford, you are just

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

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

come

Get yourself

“If you think you're parking my bare ass on prickly straw, you're

for a queen. Now…” I return to her belt… “Let's get those off, shall we. You’ll

at my hands. “Let me get these boots

and panties, to leave her naked from the waist down. My cock’s

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

back, her ponytail swinging back against the straw, giving

laughter in her voice. “You're not going

much noise

veeing to the

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

she chuckles again. “It

so beautiful you know. I never get tired of looking

to meet mine. “Shovelling

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

only a little. “D’you think I'll get

did bother

thought of

see why not. You look after yourself. Um… you realise you're not

grins. “Doesn't mean we can't practice. And if we're going to have a lot of

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

the same path as I did with my finger: a soft bite just below her knee, then drawing the heat of my

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

snort in my ear is followed by a

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows by

This isn’t

gives 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

pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from

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

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