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

bag. “Let me carry

*****

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

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

to see if

“Thanks, but I’m fine.” She forks up another load of straw, shaking the clean

back to a normal

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

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do

I grin. And wait.

“What? What is

Flash my brows.

“You've got

look would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

see me doing it. “You know, you really do things

sucks at her cheeks. “I'm shovelling horse shit into a barrow, and I do things for

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

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 very

stable. “What I can bend

soap, wax and rope. A single enormous cobweb drapes diagonally from one edge up

open, horsey paraphernalia shoved to one side to make way for fleecy blankets and the gurgling Cara. She’s already watching us,

I scoop her up, supporting her under the 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

smiles. “She

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

“The

amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I had the impression, Babe… that… you didn't

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 this time…” She hooks hands around my neck, tip-toeing to kiss me. “And I did promise you the

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

“Don't you

her, I rock her

“Almost?”

a finger to her mouth. “I don't want

to. If you

I palm her ass. A plump cheek cupped in either hand, my cock gives me a nudge,

I smell of

nickers and tosses her head… I nibble at an earlobe. “… And we

away… ”Michael Summerford, you

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

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

hands come up back up around my

more like it. Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble for

air. “If you think you're parking

fit for a queen. Now…” I return to her belt…

slaps at 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

on straw, I push her knees open.

leans back, her ponytail swinging back against

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

much noise you

to enjoy the view. Her pale inner thighs, veeing to the startling copper of the curls; her labia,

in a warm cloud 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 is James

eyes closed, she chuckles again. “It is,

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

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

keeps you fit. Here, look at you now. Apart from

“D’you think I'll get it back as

did bother

of her

yourself. Um… you realise you're not

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…

the same path as I did with my finger: a soft bite just below her knee,

shifting her position a little, dropping her head again, settling back and lifting her hips to me. Trailing lips over her swelling outer lips,

by a nudge on the shoulder,

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows by my

This isn’t

nicker and ambles back to her spot in the straw, exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs

bursts out laughing, dropping back against the bales, her

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

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 out

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