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.

Mitch’s bag. “Let

*****

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

to her knees in horse bedding, fork

if you needed any

forks up another load of straw, shaking

get back to a normal life, isn't

the other. She purses

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do

I grin. And wait.

me. “What? What is

my eyes. Flash my

narrow. “You've got

would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

shit into a barrow,

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

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

my heart. “I’m wounded.” I scan the stable. “What I can bend you over in here?” Then I scan again.

it houses tack, bits of leather, saddle soap, wax and rope. A single enormous cobweb

gurgling Cara. She’s already watching us, and as she sees me looking at her, she gurgles, beaming

arms to bounce her up and down a 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

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

she does.” I kiss the little girl’s forehead. “Who’s going to be a

on my shoulder. “The next one’s yours. Perhaps she…

but buy myself some time 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,

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. “And I did promise

sure about that?” I cup her cheek with my hand. “I don't want you to

creases. “Don't you want

around her, I rock her

“Almost?”

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

to. If you want

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, how

Michael, I smell

horse….” Charlie nickers and tosses her head… I nibble at an earlobe. “… And we can both have

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

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 of straw bales are stacked by the wall.

her up, I

hands come up back up around my

Get yourself

you're parking my bare

I mutter, nudging 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 be needing them for the

at my hands. “Let me get these boots

sweater, then tug off her boots. Then her jeans and panties, to leave her naked from the waist down. My cock’s

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

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

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

how much noise you

thighs, veeing to the startling

wells in a warm cloud as I stroke her thighs; long, slow, finger-tip caresses, starting by her knees and drawing down and

chuckles again. “It is, isn’t

beautiful you know. I never get

mine. “Shovelling horse shit, you mean?”

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

frowns, though only a little. “D’you think I'll get it back as fast with the

did

of her as

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

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

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

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

again, settling back and lifting her hips to me. Trailing lips over her swelling outer lips,

by a nudge on the

“Shove off, Charlie!”

Warm air blows by my

isn’t

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

out laughing, dropping back against the

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

a not very convincing attempt to straighten her face, then creases up again, knees curling up to her chest while I try fruitlessly to stretch

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