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 can

to pick up Mitch’s bag. “Let me

*****

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

and rubber boots, is back up to her knees in horse bedding, fork

to see if you

“Thanks, but I’m fine.” She forks up another load of straw,

to

the pitchfork held in one hand, balancing it on the 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.

“What?

eyes. Flash my brows.

narrow. “You've

look would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

doing it. “You know, you really

cheeks. “I'm shovelling horse shit into

closer, take the fork from her and set it against the wall. “I rather like you dressed like that too.” A hand on either hip, I nuzzle into the crook of her

hands on my chest as though trying to push me away. But she’s not trying very hard. “There’re those,

“I’m wounded.” I scan the stable. “What I can bend

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

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 looking at

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

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

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

by me, rests her head on my shoulder. “The next

When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I had the impression,

“I’ll 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 my neck, tip-toeing

sure about that?” I cup her cheek with my hand.

“Don't you want one

around her, I rock her

“Almost?”

want

want to.

her ass. A plump cheek cupped in either hand, my cock gives me a nudge, and I glance

I

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

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

married me.” I pull her back towards me by the ass, pressing her against my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice to have my wife all

mouth might be protesting, but her eyes say otherwise. Hitching her up, I semi-prop her

dance as her hands come up

yourself comfortable.” I fumble for her

parking my bare ass on

queen. Now…” I return to her belt… “Let's get those off, shall we. You’ll not be needing them

hands. “Let me

to leave her naked from the waist down. My cock’s already at half-mast inside my jeans as I move in close and

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

resting on my shoulders, Charlotte leans back, her ponytail swinging back against the straw, giving me a front-row view

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

much noise you

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

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

she chuckles again.

beautiful you know. I never

meet mine. “Shovelling horse shit, you

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

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

did bother

thought of her

Um… you realise

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…

soft bite just below her knee, then drawing the heat of

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

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

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows

This isn’t

straw, exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a wisp of hay from the rack. Jaws grinding the hay from side to side, she watches

back

Woman. How am I supposed to enjoy pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one side and you

up again, knees curling up to her chest while I try fruitlessly to stretch out

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