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

“Let me carry this to the car for

*****

to the stable. Charlie nickers, her ears swinging 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 two, stretches forward to accept his half. Both horses munch contently. Bear drops into the straw panting. Scruffy trots

back up to her knees

if you

load of straw, shaking the

back to a normal

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

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we

I grin. And wait.

“What? What is

Flash my

eyes narrow. “You've got that

look would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

over her. Let her see me doing

“I'm shovelling 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

crate in your van...” She struggles, hands on my chest as though trying to push me away. But she’s not trying

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

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

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

Sweetie.” I scoop her up, supporting her under the arms to bounce her up and down a bit. Then, I move into the sunshine to

exchange smiles. “She has

kiss the little girl’s forehead. “Who’s going to be

head on my shoulder. “The next one’s yours. Perhaps she… or he… will be

spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully,

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

her cheek with my hand. “I don't want

you want

I rock her gently side to side. “More than almost

“Almost?”

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

want to. If you

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 stable again. “Mmmm,

I

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

away… ”Michael Summerford, you are

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 all to myself.” A couple

but her eyes say otherwise. Hitching her up,

come up

Get yourself comfortable.”

you're parking my bare

her back to the ground, 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

my hands. “Let

jeans and panties, to leave her naked from the waist down.

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

her ponytail swinging back against the straw,

not

how much noise you

inner thighs, veeing

starting by her knees and drawing down and into her warming sex. “I knew there must be a good

she chuckles again. “It is, isn’t

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

her head, opens her eyes to meet mine. “Shovelling horse shit, you mean?” But her lips

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

I'll get it back as fast with

really did bother

of

You look after yourself. Um… you realise you're

practice. And if we're going to have a lot of babies in the house, we might as well have them altogether; Cara, Adam,

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

pale skin, following the same path as I did with my finger: a soft bite just below her knee, then drawing the heat of my lips and tongue downward… downward and inward… towards

shifting her position a little, dropping her head again, settling back and lifting

by a nudge

“Shove off, Charlie!”

Warm air blows

isn’t the

mare gives a disappointed nicker and ambles back to her spot 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 watches me

back against the bales, her body

down, Woman. How am I supposed to enjoy pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one side and you shaking like a bloody Hula dancer from the

creases up again, knees curling up to her chest while I try fruitlessly to stretch out her legs again and open

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