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Chapters (58)
  1. Full Page Image
  2. Contents
  3. Copyright
  4. Important Note:
  5. ~ Ground Zero ~
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. ~ Absolutely ~
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. ~ Someone To Feed It ~
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. ~ I’ve Got You Now ~
  24. Chapter Sixteen
  25. Chapter Seventeen
  26. Chapter Eighteen
  27. Chapter Nineteen
  28. Chapter Twenty
  29. Chapter Twenty-One
  30. Chapter Twenty-Two
  31. ~ Him ~
  32. Chapter Twenty-Three
  33. Chapter Twenty-Four
  34. Chapter Twenty-Five
  35. Chapter Twenty-Six
  36. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  37. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  38. ~ As I Fall ~
  39. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  40. Chapter Thirty
  41. Chapter Thirty-One
  42. Chapter Thirty-Two
  43. Chapter Thirty-Three
  44. Chapter Thirty-Four
  45. Chapter Thirty-Five
  46. Chapter Thirty-Six
  47. ~ The Luckiest Girl In The World ~
  48. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  49. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  50. Two Months Later
  51. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  52. Chapter Forty
  53. Chapter Forty-One
  54. Chapter Forty-Two
  55. Six Months Later
  56. Chapter Forty-Three
  57. Acknowledgments
  58. Also by WS Greer

Now, I’m realizing that finding a man who can be my perfect Dom might not be in the cards. Finding a good man is hard enough on its own. When you add this idea about BDSM and understanding the role of the Dominant, you get an extra unattainable layer that’s like hunting for a unicorn or trying to find BigFoot. It’s too much work and takes too much time, so I decided to throw it on the backburner. Now, sitting on my couch, staring at the message from Marquise Hamilton, I finally feel ready to take a step forward without BDSM and Nas hanging over me. My need for pain will have to wait.

I set the phone down on my coffee table, leaving the screen with Marquise’s message on and face up as I go back into the kitchen and fill up a wine glass with Rosé. As I walk back into the living room, I decide I’m going to respond to Marquise about going out tonight. I am free, and I’m ready to see where he and his smile can take me. Surely he's not a sadist, but maybe that's okay. My nerves come to life beneath my skin as I start to feel anxious about meeting up with someone new, but I type out a message and let my finger hover over the button to send it.

Me: Hi, Marquise. Thank you for the compliment! I’m actually glad you reached out. I never would've been able to make the first move, so you're off to a good start, lol. I actually am free tonight. What did you have in mind?

I read the message over and over again, my thumb just above the send button, but before I can press it, I hear a loud thud at my front door. It hits so hard that I jump and nearly spill my wine, so I put the phone down to go check it out. Outside, it’s not a person I find standing in the doorway, but a stack of papers inside a thick, black, three-ring binder.

“What the hell?” I whisper to myself as I lean down and pick it up.

Did someone just throw this at my door? Why? I frown hard as I flip open the hard cover and look at the first page, but when I read the words, my frown transforms into complete and utter shock. It's a printed manuscript, and the title page sends me reeling.

Right of the Slash

By

Nasir Booker

Chapter Forty