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 can

pick up Mitch’s bag. “Let

*****

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.

is back up to her knees in horse bedding, fork in hand, shuffling straw through

to see if you needed any

of straw, shaking the clean parts free and dumping the rest

to get back to a normal

the other. She purses her mouth, tilts her head. “Is it normal? Mom

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What? What is

widen my eyes. Flash my

“You've got

look would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

travel over her. Let her see me doing it. “You know, you really do things for

shovelling horse shit into a barrow, and

boots.” I move in closer, take the fork from her and set it against

me over a crate in your van...” She struggles, hands on my chest as though trying

slap my hand to my heart. “I’m wounded.” I scan the stable. “What I can bend you over in here?” Then I scan again. “Where's

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 from one edge up

side to make way for fleecy blankets and the gurgling Cara. She’s already watching us, and as she sees me looking

move into the sunshine to get a better

“She has his eyes

I kiss the little girl’s forehead. “Who’s going to be a dark-eyed lovely,

me, rests her head on my shoulder. “The next one’s yours. Perhaps she…

in her spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words.

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

cup her cheek with my

brow creases. “Don't you want one

her gently side to side.

“Almost?”

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

to. If you want

her, I palm her ass. A plump cheek cupped in either hand, my

I smell of

and tosses her head… I nibble at an earlobe. “… And we can both have a shower

play-pretends to push me away… ”Michael

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

otherwise. Hitching her

dance as her hands come up back

Get yourself

“If you think you're parking

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

at my hands. “Let

naked from the waist down. My cock’s already at half-mast inside my

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

ponytail swinging back against the straw, giving

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

how much noise

a moment to enjoy the view. Her pale inner thighs, veeing to the

knees and drawing down and into her warming

chuckles again.

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

mine. “Shovelling horse shit, you mean?”

fit. Here, look at you now. Apart

think I'll get it

really did bother

of her as

not. You look after yourself. Um… you realise you're not likely to conceive again while you're breast-feeding full

a lot of babies in the house, we might as well

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

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 my lips and tongue downward… downward and inward… towards her fragrant

dropping her head again, settling back and lifting her

is followed by a nudge on the shoulder, setting

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows

This isn’t

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

back against the bales,

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

up to her chest

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