Soul Custody by Lizbeth Dusseau

Author:Lizbeth Dusseau [Dusseau, Lizbeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: erotica
Publisher: Pink Flamingo Publications
Published: 2015-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

First thing today I began severing my ties with the men in my life…it was hardly necessary with Jeremiah, but I could expect he would be the one that Pierre might actually ask about, so I was sure Jeremiah had our new, strictly platonic relationship clear. I then dropped by the auto shop to see Rocco. He came sauntering out, I think expecting the usual quickie.

“Hey, Rocco,” I felt that old charge between my legs but backed off, “I might really like it now…but I gotta tell you, we can’t anymore.” I gave him a sunny smile.

He looked at me, eyebrows raised in surprise. “New guy, huh?”

“Yes.”

He shook his head and looked a bit chagrinned, then turned back, and said with some regret, “I’ll miss you.”

At that point, I could honestly report no regret on my part. I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and moved on.

When I returned to the store, I called Ellery’s house and he wasn’t there. That wasn’t too surprising. I left a message with Mrs. Durst and she said that he’d call, but that he was away on a brief sabbatical and wasn’t expected to return for another three days.

I set the phone back in its cradle having decided that I’d done my duty as best I could. A heavy weight felt lifted from my shoulders.

When Pierre called me later that day to confirm that I’d completed his orders, I could report that, yes, my men had all been informed, which from my point of view seemed like the truth.

I am Pierre’s girl now and feeling rather strange about that. Not since Danny Mulray have I been officially attached to someone. I wonder if he’ll collar me in BDSM lifestyle fashion? I sort of doubt it. Pierre may play in the dungeon scene, but I don’t see him as a man interested in the trappings of the lifestyle that seem so important to many. I have to check myself to wonder how important those rituals are to me. Belonging seems very important, and order and mystery and certainty—even if those things may sound contradictory. And now, even without some official statement of my belonging, I feel very much like Pierre Dysart’s property.

How many nights have we actually been together? We’ve had a few months of convoluted conversation and just three nights…so little to cement a relationship that for most of it I believed would never happen and honestly didn’t want.

Now, I think of Pierre and my body washes through with chills of desire and I wonder with some trepidation when I’ll see him next.

***

It’s two days now since Pierre and I made love and I haven’t heard from him since he called to verify that I’d followed his instructions.

I shouldn’t worry so soon, but I must admit that with each hour I am a little more anxious that he hasn’t called. Anxiousness bordering on frantic.

I’m in the back of the store in the middle of the day. A new part-time girl, Darcy, is handling customers up front while I’m doing some filing.

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