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I Belong To You von Dusseau, Lizbeth (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 08.05.2003
  • Verlag: Pink Flamingo Publishers
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I Belong To You

After an unexpected threeyear interruption, Michelle Monroe begins her life anew as a documentary journalist a major change from the hideous years she spent at the hands of Middle Eastern terrorists who kidnapped her for sexual slavery. Freed by a sympathetic but dangerous soldier of fortune, Col. Daniel Broc, she's determined to put the past to rest...to put aside slavery, dungeons, humiliation and pain...but can she? Will she be allowed to live without the threat of slavery hanging over her head? She's in love with Steven, an AllAmerican gentleman and a skilled lover with a surprisingly kinky streak she can't wait to explore. Life couldn't be more perfect... that is until anonymous notes begin to arrive alluding to her past. She's rightfully alarmed. As the torrid memories of her slave life resurface, she obsessively seeks out risky sexual interludes with strangers in public places. And when Aman, a terrorist from that 'other' life, appears out nowhere to reclaim her as his slave, she's forced to submit to his villainous schemes, to torture and sexual exploitation, or risk the lives of those she loves. Her life with Steven must end. Only one small ray of hope remains in Daniel Broc, whose sudden reappearance is as unexpected as Aman's. What does it mean? Is he there to take her as his own, or to set her free again? Who will her life belong to when the war between these three men ends? To the savage Aman and his brand of abject slavery? Or to Steven and the peaceful future he promises. Or to the Colonel, whose dark influence has never disappeared, despite time and distance. One thing is certain Michelle can deny the truth no longer. She must dive back into the dark realms of submissive sexuality with the man who finally wins her.

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    Format: ePUB
    Kopierschutz: none
    Seitenzahl: 96
    Erscheinungsdatum: 08.05.2003
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9781934349731
    Verlag: Pink Flamingo Publishers
    Größe: 1778 kBytes
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I Belong To You

Chapter Two

I'm not exactly sure what instigated my recent spate of sex crimes-Sunny's monologues on her awakening sexual submission, which I take for just another phase of her evolving life adventure; the night in the beach cottage with Steven and his dark flip side; or the anonymous cryptic note and what it fails to tell me-its sender and its purpose.

My impulsive behavior begins several days after the note arrived. I wonder if someone I know has learned the details of my past-the abduction, the terrorists, the training, the slavery-and thought it cute to throw it at me just to see how I'd react. Obviously, that someone would be deliberately trying to rattle me. Do I have enemies to fear? Has my documentary suddenly become so threatening to the rightwing establishment that they're out to stop me? This seems so illogical; like most documentaries, mine will hardly make a wave in the public consciousness. We're fated to do great work and receive little recognition, and certainly none that lasts more than a few weeks. Besides, there's hardly anyone who knows what I'm doing, or what my conclusions will be. My last documentary-my grand return to the medium following Kovac's death-certainly made waves, though it was hardly controversial. But the buzz on that has died over the last few months and like all good examples of this craft sits on the shelf more that it's aired.

Lost in this puzzling quandary, I find myself at the same time obsessed with the male population that moves with regularity in and out of my physical space. I feel them breathe, hear their beating hearts. I shiver when I see a rolled shirtsleeve and a bare forearm, or the sight of tight buns in tight blue jeans. My body dances lively tangos when a man of almost any kind is within three feet of me-which makes walking down a crowded sidewalk almost unbearable. And Steven, I've attacked him every night in the last several days, jumping his body like a tigress attacking prey. Of course, he's willing to have this rougher lover greet him when the lights go out. But I'm sure he's as puzzled as I am about what has precipitated this atypical behavior. No, I will not tell him about the anonymous note.

My sexual energy seems boundless and unfettered. It's not enough to have sex with Steven; I want it with strangers, men on the street and in the cafés, the guy that browses the library stacks, the one picking pineapple in the grocery store-and the fellow in the museum who dutifully reads from the program before studying each print with judicious care.

I don't even like the black and muddy-brown oil painting he sits before, but I sit too. He doesn't appear to notice me as his eyes search for meaning in the abstract art that dominates this one white museum wall.

I wait for him to leave before I get up and once he moves on, I circle around the museum in the opposite direction, thinking that it would be better to lose him and be free of his influence on my sexual imagination. But there he is again as I return to the lobby. I walk out after him, following in his footsteps as he moves into a clothing store that sells men's sports clothes-the upscale variety. He fiddles through several racks; I do the same. When he spots me, he smiles, remembering that I was sitting on the same bench in the museum.

"You like the Atherton piece?" he refers to the morose painting we studied so thoroughly side by side.

"No, I really didn't," I admit.

I shrug, while tossing my blonde hair over my shoulder flirtatiously. All this is so deliberate, he must think me rather lame. He is classic, modern sophistication in perfect form. Smooth dark hair, a bold chin-line and alert russet-colored eyes accentuate his face, while his body in a European tailored business suit conforms to the genetic imprint of modern day success. There is a small flaw above his right eye-a bar fight? A crewing accident? An angry woman? My mind uselessly scans the

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