Chapter Ten
I am in love, deliriously so, and at the same time afraid it’ll come crashing down around me just like the horror of Danny Mulray. But the weeks go by and I’m given no reason to worry. Pierre is as steady—and mysterious—as always, always surprising me. For a man who seems to brood a lot, he’s amazingly spontaneous. Flowers, spankings, impulsive trips to the ocean, passages of his favorite novel read aloud, dinners in the nude, brutal beatings, nights of fire, flame and candles…I never know what I’ll get, but consistent as each week passes is his loyal admiration of my eager willingness to follow where he leads. Most modern women he knows would find my behavior and his control of me offensive. I find it my perfect life.
Pierre knows my recurring fear; he understands the sourc
