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.

up Mitch’s bag. “Let me carry

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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

up to her

to see if you needed

up another load of straw, shaking the clean

back to a normal life,

on the other. She

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do we do

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What? What

Flash my

“You've got

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

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

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 her neck,

though trying to push me away. But she’s not trying very hard. “There’re those, Michael Summerford, who might say you

“I’m wounded.” I scan the stable. “What

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

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

Sweetie.” 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

“She has his eyes too,” she

“Who’s going to be a dark-eyed lovely, then?” She chuckles,

“The next

her spot amid the horse tack. When I

it is. But I’ve gotten past that. I'm ready for it this time…” She hooks hands around my neck, tip-toeing

about that?” I cup her cheek with

you want

her, I rock her gently side to side. “More than almost

“Almost?”

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

want to. If you want

down behind her, 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,

Michael, I smell

head… I nibble at an earlobe.

away… ”Michael Summerford, you are just

pressing her against my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice to have my

might be protesting, but her eyes say otherwise. Hitching her up, I semi-prop her against the bales. “Hold on to

as her hands come up back up around

more like it. Get yourself comfortable.” I

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

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

my hands. “Let

thought.” Hoisting her up again, 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 my waist. She smells warm and welcoming and

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

soles resting on my shoulders, Charlotte leans back, her ponytail swinging back against the straw, giving me a front-row

still laughter in her voice. “You're not

much

inner thighs, veeing to the startling copper of the curls; her labia, rapidly pinking

her thighs; long, slow, finger-tip caresses, starting by her knees and drawing down and into her warming sex. “I knew there must

chuckles again. “It

beautiful you know. I never get tired of looking at

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

you fit. Here, look at you 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

really did

of her as

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

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

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

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

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

my ear is followed by a nudge on the shoulder, setting me

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows by my

isn’t

Oliver, then tugs a wisp of hay from the rack. Jaws

out laughing, dropping back against the

pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one

makes a not very convincing attempt to straighten her face, then creases up again, knees curling up to her

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