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 can

I stoop to pick up Mitch’s bag. “Let me carry

*****

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 across to investigate a crack in the plaster that has been known to divvy up delights

back up to her knees in horse

see if you needed any

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

back to a normal

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

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we do

I grin. And wait.

me. “What?

Flash

“You've got

look would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

eyes travel over her. Let her see me doing it. “You know, you

shit into a barrow,

well, it's like when you're wearing your 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 either hip, I nuzzle into the crook of

on my chest as though trying to push me away. But

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

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 the white-washed wall to anchor

Cara. She’s already watching us, and as she sees me looking at her, she gurgles, beaming a gummy smile, holding out

down a bit. Then, I move into the sunshine to get a better look. “She’s getting a good

and I exchange smiles. “She has his

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

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

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…

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

cup her cheek with my hand. “I don't want you

you want one

my arms around her, I rock her gently side to

“Almost?”

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

to. If

palm her ass. A plump cheek cupped in either hand, my cock gives me a nudge, and I glance around the stable again. “Mmmm, how about a

Michael, I smell

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

me away… ”Michael Summerford,

her against my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice to have my wife all to myself.”

her up, I semi-prop her against the bales. “Hold

come up back up around my

Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble

parking my bare

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

my hands. “Let me get these boots off

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 as I move in close and she wraps her legs around my waist. She smells warm

Kneeling, my knees resting on straw, I push her knees open.

soles resting on my shoulders, Charlotte leans back, her ponytail swinging back against the straw,

her voice. “You're not going to

how much

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

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

chuckles again. “It is, isn’t

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

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

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

a little. “D’you think I'll get it back as fast with

did

thought of

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

lot of babies in the house, we might as well have them altogether; Cara, Adam, Mom's

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

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

settling back and lifting her hips to me.

followed by a nudge

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows by

isn’t the

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

bursts out laughing, dropping back against the

assaulting me from one side and you shaking like a bloody Hula

knees curling up to her chest while I try

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