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

bag. “Let me carry this

*****

then as I snap the carrot in two, stretches forward to accept his half. Both horses munch contently. Bear drops into the straw panting.

to her knees

if you

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

nice to get back to a normal

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

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do we do

I grin. And wait.

“What? What is

widen my eyes. Flash my brows.

narrow. “You've

look would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

shit

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

You bent me over a crate in your van...” She struggles, hands on my chest as though trying

slap my hand to my heart. “I’m wounded.” I scan the stable. “What I

old chest of drawers. Well past its better days, once it furnished a bedroom in the hotel. Now, it houses tack, bits of leather, saddle soap, wax and rope.

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

move into the sunshine to get a

I exchange smiles. “She has his

little girl’s forehead. “Who’s going to be a dark-eyed lovely, then?”

rests her head on my shoulder. “The next one’s yours. Perhaps she… or he… will be

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

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…”

I cup her cheek with my hand. “I

creases. “Don't you

I rock her gently side to side. “More

“Almost?”

don't want

do want to. If you want

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

I smell of

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

and play-pretends to push me away… ”Michael

her back towards me by the ass, pressing her against my burgeoning groin. “It's

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

eyes dance as her hands come up back up around

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

you think you're parking my bare ass on prickly straw, you're

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 next few minutes.” I unravel the belt, shoving my giggling wife’s

slaps at my hands. “Let

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 only a

over shall we.” Kneeling, my knees resting on straw, I

back, her ponytail swinging back against the straw, giving me

in her voice. “You're not going to

how much

veeing to the startling copper

perfume wells 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

back, eyes closed, she chuckles again. “It is, isn’t

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

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

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

a little. “D’you think I'll get

did

of her as

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

And if we're going to have a lot of babies in the house, we

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

I did with my finger: a soft bite just below her knee,

dropping her head again, settling back and lifting her

followed by

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows

isn’t

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

dropping back against the bales,

with the horse assaulting me from

up to her chest while I try fruitlessly to stretch out her

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