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

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

*****

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

back up to her knees in horse bedding, fork

see if

of straw, shaking the clean parts free and

to get back to a normal

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

I grin. And wait.

me. “What? What

Flash my brows. “What's

narrow. “You've got that

would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

see me doing

cheeks. “I'm shovelling horse shit into a barrow, and I do things for

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 neck,

your van...” She struggles, hands on my chest as though trying to push me away. But she’s not trying very hard. “There’re

“What I can bend

saddle soap, wax and rope. A single enormous cobweb drapes diagonally from one edge up the white-washed wall to anchor on a rafter. It’s owner crouches up in the top corner looking satisfied

top 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 her, she

into the sunshine to

exchange smiles. “She has

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

my shoulder. “The next

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

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 promise you

cheek with my hand. “I don't

creases. “Don't you

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

“Almost?”

back, I press a finger to her mouth. “I don't want you doing something you don't

do want to. If

my cock gives me a nudge, and I glance

Michael, I

I nibble at an earlobe. “… And we can both have a shower

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

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

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

come up back

yourself comfortable.” I fumble for her

you're parking my bare ass on

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

at my hands. “Let me get

panties, to leave her naked from the waist down. My cock’s already at half-mast inside my jeans as

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

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

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

much noise

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

her knees and drawing down and

chuckles again. “It is,

fingertip. “You're so beautiful you

lifts her head, opens her eyes to meet mine.

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

think I'll

really did

of

realise you're

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

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

as I did with my finger: a soft bite just below her knee, then drawing the heat of my lips and tongue downward… downward

dropping her head again, settling back and lifting her hips to

in my ear is followed by a

“Shove off, Charlie!”

Warm air blows by

This isn’t

and ambles back to her spot in the straw, exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a wisp of

back against the bales,

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

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

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