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?”

a big girl.

up Mitch’s bag. “Let me carry this to the car for

*****

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

in rough jeans and rubber boots, is back up to her knees in horse

if you needed

forks up another load of straw, shaking the clean parts free and dumping the rest

get back to a normal life,

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

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do we

I grin. And wait.

“What? What

Flash my brows. “What's

narrow. “You've got

look would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

shit into a barrow, and

and set it against the wall. “I rather like you dressed like that too.”

as though trying to push me away. But she’s not trying very hard. “There’re those,

stable. “What I can bend you over in here?” Then I scan again.

bits of leather, saddle soap, wax and rope. A

gurgling Cara.

the sunshine to get a better look.

smiles. “She has his eyes too,”

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

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

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…

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. “And I did promise you the

her cheek with my hand. “I

you

her, I rock her gently side to side.

“Almost?”

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

want to. If you

my cock gives me a nudge, and I glance around the stable

I

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

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

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

eyes say otherwise. Hitching her up, I semi-prop her against the bales. “Hold

come up back up

Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble

air. “If you think you're parking my bare ass on

a queen. Now…” I return to her belt… “Let's

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 as I move in close and she wraps her legs around

on straw, I push her knees open. “Rest your feet on me.

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

her voice. “You're not

much noise

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

long, slow, finger-tip caresses, starting by her knees and drawing down and into

back, eyes closed, she chuckles again. “It is,

fingertip. “You're so beautiful you know.

meet mine. “Shovelling horse shit, you mean?” But her lips

you now. Apart from your

a little. “D’you think I'll

did bother

thought of

realise

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

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

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 my lips and tongue downward… downward and

little, dropping her head again, settling back and lifting her hips to me. Trailing lips over her

by a nudge on the shoulder, setting

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows by

This 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 watches me

out laughing, dropping back against the bales, her

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

straighten her face, then creases up again, knees curling up to her chest while I try

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