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?”

big girl. I

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

*****

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

her knees in horse bedding, fork in

came to see if

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

nice to get back to a normal

one hand, balancing it on the other. She purses her mouth, tilts her head.

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we

I grin. And wait.

“What? What is

Flash my

eyes narrow. “You've got

look would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

doing it. “You

shovelling horse shit into

when you're wearing your hard hat 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.” A hand on either hip, I nuzzle

though trying to push me away. But she’s not trying very hard. “There’re those, Michael Summerford, who might say you

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

nods 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 enormous cobweb drapes diagonally

gurgling Cara. She’s already watching us, and as she sees me looking at her, she gurgles, beaming a gummy

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’

smiles. “She

going to be a

by me, rests her head on my shoulder. “The next one’s yours. Perhaps she… or he… will be a strawberry

want to reply, 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…

and shrugs. “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 to kiss me. “And I did

about that?” I cup her cheek with my hand. “I don't want you to feel

“Don't you want one that's

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

“Almost?”

“I don't want you doing something you don't really

want to. If you want

either hand, my cock

I

head… I nibble at an earlobe. “… And we can both

play-pretends to push me away… ”Michael Summerford, you are just a kinky

was a reason you 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

eyes say otherwise. Hitching her up, I

her hands come up back up around my

Get yourself comfortable.”

parking my bare ass

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

my hands. “Let me get these boots

boots. Then 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 she wraps her legs around my waist.

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

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

voice. “You're not going

much noise you

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

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

chuckles again. “It is,

beautiful you know. I

opens her eyes to meet mine. “Shovelling horse shit,

look at you now. Apart

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

really did bother

thought of her as

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

we can't practice. And if we're going to have a lot of babies in the house, we might as well have them altogether; Cara, Adam, Mom's

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

my finger: a soft bite just below her knee, then drawing the heat of my lips and tongue

dropping her head again, settling back and lifting her hips

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

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows by

isn’t

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

out laughing, dropping back against

enjoy pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one side and you shaking like a bloody

to straighten her face, then creases up again, knees curling up to her chest while I try fruitlessly to

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