All Chapters of SECRET OBSESSION: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

It began as a low wail, Cecilia building steam as her orgasm approached. Her hands clutched his upper arms, nails digging into his naked flesh, her lower body quivering in anticipation. Her cries echoed back and forth across the cavern, the cave itself becoming a giant amplifier. Mike feared that if she screamed, he would go deaf, but his fears were mitigated by the sudden fire blossoming deep inside his stomach. His balls ached, drawing up into his body, and he yanked down on Cecilia, fighting to bury himself in her. Her hips bucked, and her cries started to rise in pitch.“Please! Please don’t!” Mike grabbed her by the hips, thrusting wildly. “I’m so close, please don’t disappear!”“Don’t worry,” she said, a grin on her lips. “This time it’s all about you.” She closed her eyes, grunting several times, forcing herself down onto his shaft hard enough that he bottomed out inside of her, his ass slamming into the rock beneath. Each grunt was punctuated by a sudden tightness inside of he

Back in the kitchen, Mike looked at the rest of the contents. He had ordered a few power tools for Tink - the little goblin was doing most of her work by hand, and he knew that she could work a lot faster with a few extra modern conveniences.The last item was in a small jewelry box. As he picked it up, he ran his fingers over the top, wondering if he would even see her. Shaking his head, he stuck the box in a kitchen drawer that contained a bunch of keys, scissors, and tape.A thud on the wall brought his attention to the giant collection of vines that had framed the window looking out into the back. Smiling, he walked to the fridge and opened it, pulling out a plate with a five pound roll of raw beef that had defrosted overnight. He unwrapped it, tossing the plastic wrapper in the trash can beneath the sink.Opening the kitchen window, he handed the meat to the hungry vines that waited, watching the Mandragora drag away its snack. Ever since it had eaten the witch last week, the pla

Naia floated lazily in her fountain, watching tiny birds land in the upper basin to bathe. A stray duck had taken up residence in the fountain, swimming quiet circles around the nymph and quacking softly to her. Several small animals had begun making daily pilgrimages to the fountain, drinking and bathing in its waters. Mike's presence didn't seem to bother them in the least, and on more than one occasion he had heard Naia singing to them. She was like a storybook princess, and Mike wondered if someday a prince would come and steal her away from him."How is it going out front?" Naia asked. Unable to leave her fountain or the enchanted tub in his bathroom, she was bound to her spring."Good. Tink will probably finish in the next hour without me." Mike knelt beneath the grill, turning on the gas. "Once the porch is done, we can get the trellis in and work on replacing those bushes.""Sounds like you've been working hard." The nymph vanished beneath the water, reappearing moments later,

Two years ago, she had gotten very lucky in finding this place. Her freshman year of college over, she had given up on dorm life, wanting a little extra room. While looking for an apartment, she had stumbled across an older woman whose husband had passed away some years back. Dana paid a small amount in rent, and made up for the rest of it in house maintenance, something she had become very good at.In return, she had given Dana the entire garage to live in. The landlord's late husband had been into muscle cars, and built a beautiful, vaulted garage with a small loft for catnaps and the occasionally shower. Dana had done the work last summer to finish the conversion - she had a small kitchenette with a full bath, and a queen-sized bed.The best part, however, was the garage beneath. Half of the garage consisted of a personal gym and some storage for old car parts. The other half was a beautiful tool bench that had been custom fitted against the wall, full of every tool the widow's hus

Dana set the small box of tools on her desk, moving her textbook to the floor. She had taken the tools from her school, sneaking in to avoid the eyes of classmates she was already struggling to remember. Every step through those long, college halls brought up a flood of memories of the person she used to be, the Dana of yesteryear. Stepping into the maker space, the hum of 3-D printers was punctuated by the sounds of a dremel being used by a student who was trying to cut through a small, aluminum tube.She deliberately ignored the south side of the room. The memorial for Alex was still pinned to the wall, directly over the workstation where they had met as freshman. Dana deliberately closed the door on that particular memory, focusing instead on the mental list in her head. Now those tools were spread out on the table before her, small tools that she couldn't afford on her own.Gears from inside the clock were spread out before her. Upon opening the clock first thing this morning, she