G is for...: BDSM Checklist, Book 7 by L. DuBois

Author:L. DuBois [DuBois, L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781941641293
Publisher: Farm Boy Press

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Why was he so useless?

Cort raced towards the playroom. He didn't run—but he was walking fast. He'd lost track of time while perusing the toy selection in the Doms' dressing room. He'd been so lost fantasizing about Sejal, that he was late to see the actual Sejal. Sometimes, most of the time, he was a dumbass.

Being a Dom was one of the few things he was good at. No, that wasn't right, and wasn't fair to himself. He was good at a lot of different things. What he wasn't good at was follow through. Planning.

Working out and being a Dom were the only two things he'd stuck with longer than a year. Working out was a habit at this point. Being a Dom, coming to Las Palmas...that was something he dabbled in, despite the fact that he'd been a member for years. He'd go through periods where he was here every day the club was open for a month, and then wouldn't come back for six months after that. Sometimes that coincided with a relationship—though he wasn't good at those either—but sometimes he just didn't put in the effort to show up.

It was ten minutes past the hour when he skidded to a halt, grabbed the door handle, and pushed it open, all in one movement.

The door nearly hit Sejal. She yelped and stumbled back a few steps, staying on her feet despite the come fuck me shoes she was wearing. Her arms were over her breasts, and when her startled gaze met his, he thought there might be tears in her eyes. She jerked to the side, turning not just her head but also her whole body away from him.

“I’m so sorry. I’m late. I know.”

The words were out before he could stop them. He winced. That wasn’t exactly the most “Dom” thing he could have said.

“Perhaps it’s best if we revisit the idea of simply lying to the overseers and saying we completed the checklist.”

Damn fuck shit. She was pissed, upset, or both. The sinking feeling in his gut was familiar. This wouldn’t be the first time a woman had walked away from him because he was useless.

He wanted to say no. To demand that she stay. Demand that she continue to submit. But he was useless, not an asshole.

“If that’s what you’d prefer.” His shoulders sagged and he leaned back against the door, the wood cold against his bare back. He ran his hands through his hair, realized that he was blocking her exit, and straightened, stepping out of her way. “I’m sorry, Sejal.”

“As am I, for wasting your time.”

Something in her tone and words made him look at her again. Her shoulders were still hunched, her posture defensive more than angry.

“Oh fuck,” he said. “Waiting. You hate waiting. I forgot.” He pressed the heels of his hands against his forehead. “I’m even more of a useless ass than usual. I’m so, so sorry.”

Her hair had fallen over her shoulders when she bent her head. She turned her head just a bit, looking sideways at him through the curtain of her hair.

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