All Chapters of Her Secret Desire.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The sun had set gently into a burnt amber sky slashed with pink silken shades. The fading light threw its colours into the bedroom and it seemed to cover everything with its brilliance, the rainbow of warmth that lit up the room emphasised the peacefulness of the world we now found ourselves in. Jonny was sleeping in bed, lying naked beneath soft covers that smelled of fresh laundry and the scent of his skin. I smiled as I thought back to me as a girl, that teenager who used to dream of him - What I would have given to see him sleeping like this just once! Even up until we had met again all those years later, I had dreamed of seeing him lying in bed, picturing him naked beneath the sheets, me creeping up so quietly to wake him with a kiss as my hands strayed over his body... Now I knew what he looked like, and he was as handsome as I had imagined. Just looking at him lying there filled me with such desire I was instantly wet and aching to run my hands over him, feel his tongue in my m

Jonny called me later that day."Hello my darling, I'm really bored in here.” He said, "I've been thinking about you and I've decided when I come home I'm going to get some lube and see how stretchy you really are. You're all mine and I want to use your holes properly - especially your tight arse, which is also mine, by the way.”Those words sent a thrill running through me. I loved the way Jonny owned me!"As you wish Master."Jonny's voice lowered."I have to warn you that I'm getting very frustrated in here, Eve. I'm very tired and very sore and the last thing I feel like is a wank at the moment. But when I get home it will be a different matter. I may decide to force myself on you and take you hard. I might ravish you very roughly.""If it pleases you.""Yes, it will please me very much." Jonny told me, "Now I'm going to sleep for a while. Be a good girl and don't play with yourself tonight. I've decided when I come home I want to find you waiting for me looking sweet and pure, li

Jonny was recovering fast. The day after the incident with Celeste he woke me with a gentle kiss, feeling my Master show such tenderness to me while I was sleeping put an instant smile on my face."Get up." He told me, "I'm taking you out for a little walk, Eve. It's a nice warm day so make sure you wear something short."While Jonny showered I searched through my wardrobe to find something extra special to make Master very happy with me - I knew he would be happy when I pulled out a sheer, thigh-kissing summer dress that was almost translucent in a good light. I laid it out on the bed and then walked naked into the bathroom.Jonny was still in the shower, steam rising and the familiar scent of his shower gel filling the room. Through the glass I could make out his perfect body, beneath the jet of water while the soap rinsed away. It would have made a perfect portrait, my beautiful Master in his shower. I wondered if he really understood that when I worshipped him I meant every word

We needed to move again. After Dominic finding his way, it meant there could be others.We had a meeting with Celeste. She wouldn't look me in the eye. I thought about the cactus and laughed."There's another place not too far from here." She said, but Jonny stopped her."No," He told her, "We can't take any more chances; I've got Eve to think of. And we want a family. I can't stay round here. We need to fuck off, right off away from here."And so we did.Several months had passed since the shooting. Our new home was peaceful, quiet, and no one came after us. I totally agreed with Jonny that we had needed to leave, after all I couldn't see us raising our kids in that other place, it would hardly be something to laugh about, Kids, remember the story about the time Daddy shot an assassin in the living room? And although Jonny's people had covered his tracks well, we could never be sure that there would not be others - what Dominic had said had a chilling ring of truth to it - after the

Youre a descendent of Mr. Kinky, arent you? a woman at the end of the conference table asked.My gaze flicked to the woman, and I noted round, out of date glasses, fuzzy hair, and a little too much fluff around the hips. She had a twisted little mouth that looked cruel, and I wondered who she was and how shed come to be here.I am, yes, in a way. Im adopted, but the man who became my father is descended from his son, as a matter of fact. It wasnt a point of pride, just something Id had to learn to deal with over the years. Every now and then someone would crop up to ask me if I had special knowledge about the gun slinging outlaw from long ago.I was born in 1986, so how could I know anything about a man who died over 100 years before I was born? It was a familiar question, though, and one Id grown bored with long ago.He was such a handsome man, she crooned from the other end of the table, and I tried not to roll my eyes. The man had been a murderer and a thief; his spawn had tried to