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

bag. “Let me carry this to the

*****

and stamps, then as I snap the carrot in two, stretches forward to accept his half. Both horses munch contently. Bear drops into

jeans and rubber boots, is back up to her

came to see if you needed any

I’m fine.” She forks up another load of straw, shaking the clean parts free and dumping

back to a

holds the pitchfork held in one hand, balancing it on the other. She purses her mouth, tilts her head. “Is

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we do

I grin. And wait.

me. “What? What

eyes. Flash my brows. “What's

“You've

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

shovelling horse shit into a barrow, and I do

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 into the crook of her

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,

stable. “What I can bend you

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 from one edge up the white-washed wall to anchor on a rafter. It’s owner crouches up in the top corner looking satisfied and

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,

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 of red

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

be a dark-eyed lovely, then?” She chuckles, burbles

moves to stand by me, rests her head on my shoulder. “The next one’s yours. Perhaps she… or

When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I had the impression, Babe… that… you didn't much enjoy being

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.

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

“Don't you

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

“Almost?”

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

want to.

do.” Sliding hands 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

I

the smell of horse….” Charlie nickers and tosses her head… I nibble at an earlobe.

grins and play-pretends to push me away… ”Michael

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

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

as her hands come up back

it. Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble for her

you're parking my bare

Tugging my sweater off over my 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

my hands. “Let me

I plonk her on the sweater, then tug off her boots. Then her jeans and panties, to leave her naked from the waist down. My cock’s already at half-mast inside my jeans

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

on my shoulders, Charlotte leans back, her ponytail swinging back

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

how much noise you

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

perfume wells in a warm cloud as I stroke her thighs; long, slow, 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

back, eyes closed, she chuckles again. “It is, isn’t

her labia with a fingertip. “You're so beautiful

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

Apart from your boobs, you've gotten your old

think I'll get it back

did bother

of

yourself. Um… you realise you're not likely to conceive again

a lot of babies in the house, we might as well have them altogether; Cara,

“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 of

little, dropping her head again, settling back and

in my ear is followed by a

“Shove off, Charlie!”

Warm air blows

This isn’t

the straw, exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a

bursts out laughing, dropping back against the bales, her

pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one

not 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 legs again

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