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. I can

Mitch’s bag. “Let me

*****

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

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

to see if you

up another load of

to a normal

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

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What? What is

eyes. Flash

narrow. “You've got

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

see me doing it. “You

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

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

as though trying to push

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

past its better 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

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

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 there’s definitely a touch of red in

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

“Who’s going to be

head on my shoulder. “The next one’s yours.

in her spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I had the impression, Babe… that…

“I’ll 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.

with my hand. “I don't want you to feel

creases. “Don't you want

rock her gently

“Almost?”

her mouth. “I don't want you doing something you

do want to.

Sliding hands 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

Michael, I smell of

the smell of horse….” Charlie nickers and tosses her head… I nibble at

me away… ”Michael

there was a reason 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

Hitching her up, I semi-prop

eyes dance as her hands come up back up around my

yourself comfortable.”

parking my

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

my hands. “Let me get

to leave her naked from the waist down. My cock’s already at half-mast inside my jeans as

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

back against the straw, giving

laughter in her voice. “You're not

much

inner thighs, veeing to the startling copper of the curls;

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

she chuckles again. “It is,

so beautiful you know. I never

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

fit. Here, look at you now. Apart from your boobs, you've gotten your old

I'll get it back as fast with the

did bother

of her as

don’t see why not. You look after yourself. Um… you realise you're not likely to conceive again while you're breast-feeding

going to have a lot of babies in the house, we might as well have them altogether; Cara, Adam,

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

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

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

This isn’t

disappointed 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

laughing, dropping back against the bales,

assaulting me from one side and you shaking like

then creases up again, knees curling up to her chest while I try fruitlessly to stretch out her

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