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

“Let me carry this to the

*****

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

to her

came to see if

forks up another load of straw,

nice to get back to a normal

hand, balancing it on the other. She purses her mouth, tilts her head. “Is it normal? Mom pregnant. My father

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do we do

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What? What

Flash my

eyes narrow. “You've got

look would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

horse shit into a

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

I remember. 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 have

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

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

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 her, she gurgles,

I move into the sunshine to get a better look. “She’s getting a good head of hair now.

smiles. “She has his eyes too,” she

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

her head on my shoulder. “The next one’s yours. Perhaps

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

a change it is. But I’ve gotten past that. I'm

cheek with

brow creases. “Don't you

my arms around her, I rock her gently side to side. “More

“Almost?”

Pulling back, I press a finger to her mouth. “I don't want you doing something you don't really want to. Babies are a long-term

want to. If you want

down behind her, I palm her ass. A plump cheek cupped in either hand, my cock gives me a nudge,

Michael, I smell of

horse….” Charlie nickers and tosses her head… I nibble at an

push me away… ”Michael Summerford, you are just a kinky

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

her up, I semi-prop her

hands come up back up around my

yourself comfortable.”

you think you're parking my bare ass

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

hands. “Let

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. She smells warm and welcoming and

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

her ponytail swinging back against the straw, giving me a front-row view of

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

much noise you

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

caresses, starting by her knees and drawing down and into her warming sex.

she chuckles

with a fingertip. “You're so beautiful you know. I never get tired of

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

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

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

did

of her

after yourself. Um… you realise you're

can't practice. And if we're going to have a lot of babies

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

in, mouthing at soft pale skin, following the same path as I did with my finger: a soft bite just below her knee, then drawing the heat

back and lifting her hips to

in my ear is followed by a

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows by

This isn’t

in the straw, exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a

back against

horse assaulting me from one side and you shaking like

not very convincing attempt to straighten her face, then creases up again, knees curling up to her chest while I try fruitlessly

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