All Chapters of SURRENDER TO YOUR HIDDEN DESIRES.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Rachel squeezed her eyes shut as another crack of the flogger caused pain to weave through her body, her breasts were sensitive now and tingling. Every time he cracked the leather flogger against her flesh he ran its leather tip over her nipples, then her navel, over the rise of her mons then smacked it hard on her thighs “I’m sorry, sir,” her voice cracked and a tear slipped out against her wish.He flicked it over her stomach, smacking her there once before suddenly throwing it across the room and coming to stand directly in front of her, hands wrapping around her body to hug her close. His hot breath fell on her hot skin. Her belly hurt, good thing she didn’t bruise easily because if she did, tomorrow she would have a hard time trying to hide purple bruises.“I don’t want to punish you, Rachel. I assumed your disobedience would make me forget this…this!”She didn’t understand him. Couldn’t understand him. He sounded more like he was talking to himself than to her. When he looked u

It was a list of children with their ages typed beside their names – names she was having a hard time pronouncing. The title of the email caught her attention: THE NEW INTAKES. It was a simple title yet it made the warning hairs at the back of her neck rise. She had once had a segment on her show where she talked about him being a slave driver, working the native kids on his diamond mines in Gabore to death. He never acknowledged her accusation but that was much like everything in his life. Nathaniel Madden was known as a private man – he was probably the most private public figure she knew – one who gave the media a field day but never tried to deny or confirm any of the rumors about him.She admired him for that but it was one of the things that had frustrated her about him. Who was Nathaniel Madden?The title of the email nagged at the corner of her mind. Why would he need a list of new children in Gabore? New children for what? She suspected it had something to do with his diamond

She woke up in the morning two days later, after drifting in and out of sleep, with a splitting headache and rolled over to her side. The sun was bright in the room she once shared with Mabel. On the nightstand was an open bottle of whiskey. She had poured herself a glass the other night when Mabel finally left – she had cried until her throat was sore so Mabel had stayed in the room with her - but left it untouched before nodding off. Even now as she looked at it her belly churned. Since when did whiskey make her sick? Outside Ermernia was waking up for another day in the field but she wasn’t ready to get out of bed yet, she wanted to wallow in misery a second longer, maybe a day or two, give or take, and she would be great to face the sunshine again. She rolled on her back again and closed her eyes. The smell of the whiskey was really getting to her. Just then the door opened and Mabel peeped in. “Hey.” Rachel cracked an eye open. “How do you feel?” “Like shit. What’s for break

Rachel staggered, a ringing started in her head, loud and annoying like the buzz of a bee. Her mind was in denial of what she just heard but looking at the solemn faces she knew she had heard right. Ben was…no she didn’t want to think it. It wasn’t possible. Surely she would have heard something. Ben was well-known as a producer so his death shouldn’t go unmentioned. Besides that, it just didn’t seem plausible to Rachel that her friend would be dead.“Miss Rivers you might want to sit down.”“I can’t,” she heard herself say but it didn’t sound like those words came from her. The ringing sound in her head would not stop. Mabel came out of the kitchen wondering what was happening. She was taken aback by the uniformed people in the living room but when she saw the ash pallor of Rachel’s skin that worry flew out the window and she hurried to her sister’s side.“What now?” Mabel asked Eileen with accusation in her eyes. “Haven’t my sister suffered enough already?”“We are sorry but we had

It started in 1903 during the diamond rush in Africa. Of all the mineral-rich countries there was South Africa, Botswana, and the less-known Gabore. But it would become known when the rumors of diamonds in the small rural country spread like a fire in a dry bush. The rush continued for decades as there were many of the precious stones to be mined. In 1971 Johann Schmidt, a young German of 28 with high hopes for striking it rich gathered his equally young wife, 19-year-old Anja, both blond, blue-eyed, and full of youthful exuberance, and moved to the small country of Gabore. They weren’t the only foreigners hoping to harvest the big diamonds beneath the hard water-ridden soil, there were others; the Americans, the Polish, the English, there were many there. But only a few could survive the harsh, dry, and sunny Gabore climate.Johann was full of hope. He arrived in the country by ship and the coal train and immediately sought a place for his wife and himself. There were boarding houses