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His arm was coming back, ready to flip the cane forward again, even though the safeword had been called.
Iris couldn’t see his face, so she didn’t know what he was thinking.All she knew was someone had to do something, and right now, but the only one who seemed to have noticed what was going on was her.She didn’t think.Shemoved.
“Red!”She screamed the word as she surged forward, hands stretching up to grab the cane.“She said red!”
The Dom faltered as her hands wrapped around the cane.He tried to pull it forward and was strong enough to drag Iris partway with it.As he realized someone had grabbed it, he turned, bringing his arm down, and Iris jerked back, letting go of the cane and barely managing to dodge the elbow that almost hit her in the face.
She didn’t recognize the Dom, but she could see his expression clearly enough to know he was pissed.
“What the hell?”He jerked the cane away from her.
Iris took the moment to dart around him to stand between him and the bound sub, protecting the woman with her own body.
“My question exactly,” Iris snapped, hands fisted by her side.How fuckingdarehe.“She called her safeword, you fucking dickhead, and you were ignoring it!”
Though his face was bright red with fury, she could tell he was probably a pretty attractive guy, maybe in his mid to late thirties, with blond hair and dark brown eyes that were spitting fire.Clearly, he hadn’t expected anyone to intervene, even though he’d ignored a safe word.
All around them, conversations and scenes were coming to a halt, but Iris kept her focus on the asshole, who looked as if he was about to have a coronary.
“You little bitch!”He raised the cane, but they would never know what his intention was.Suddenly, Law appeared and grabbed the man’s wrist, like something out of a movie.She hadn’t even known he was there.The so-called Dom—he was no Dom as far as Iris was concerned—cried out and dropped the cane, reaching for his wrist with his other hand.
Iris didn’t know what Law was doing with his grip, but it must have hurt.
Suddenly, DMs were shoving through the crowd surrounding them.
“What happened?”Master Jared, a friend of her brother, glanced at Iris, his brow furrowing as he recognized her.His expression when he looked beyond her at the submissive still bound to the St.Andrew’s cross turned him from the normal giant teddy bear of a man she knew to a terrifying predator.He shifted so he was partially in front of Iris, crossing his arms over his chest.
The dumb-dumb Dom had managed to snatch his arm away from Law and was cradling his wrist in front of him.
“That little bitch interrupted my scene!I want her fucking kicked out of here!”
ChapterTwenty-Seven
Law
This was not how he’d seen his night going.Law’s heart felt as if it was going to pound right out of his chest as his blood pumped through him in pure rage.It was as though he’d left his vaunted self-control in the Dungeon, along with any patience he had.
When he’d finally found Iris, right as she’d screamed ‘Red,’ he had been too late to do anything but stop the unknown from lashing out at her.He was still shaking from the adrenaline dump and had nowhere for the energy to go.Plowing his fist into the man’s face seemed appropriate.
Jared and Kincaid, both on DM duty, decided to take everyone up to Patrick’s office rather than continuing the confrontation in the Dungeon.Iris and Rae, who had been allowed to come along as a witness, were standing on one side of Patrick’s desk, glaring at the asshole Dom while Kincaid stood next to the man.
Behind the desk, Patrick had his arms crossed over his chest as he listened to the ‘Dom’ finish up his version of events.Truthfully, the submissives didn’t even need to talk for everyone to know the man was a self-important jerk.
“I demand some kind of punishment for the interruption of my scene.”The man glared at Iris, raking his hand arrogantly through his hair.“And an apology from your Dungeon Monitors for indulging this nonsense.”
“It’s not nonsense,” Master Kincaid said before Law could speak up, which was probably for the best.
His infamous self-control hanging by a thread, Law clenched his jaw even tighter to keep from unloading on the asshole.
“You were about to hit Iris with your cane.Regardless of whether or not she interrupted her scene, that is a clear infraction of the club rules.You donotstrike a submissive you have not negotiated a scene with, no matter what they’ve done.”
“And you don’t hit a submissive after they’ve safe worded, which your submissive did,” Iris shot out, rather than keeping her mouth shut.Unlike Law, she didn’t have a problem speaking impulsively.He shot her a look.It was better if the Dom hung himself with his own rope, but she wasn’t looking at him.“Youignored her safeword.”
“My sub doesn’t have a safeword.She doesn’t need one.”
Red clouded Law’s vision, and if it wasn’t for the door opening to allow Master Jared and the submissive in question to come in, Law wasn’t sure what he would have done.The asshole didn’t realize it, but he was definitely out of the club.He was clearly taking Patrick’s silence as encouragement to keep talking, not as the judgment it was.
Everyone turned to look at the woman, who was tucked under Master Jared’s arm.Despite being one of the tallest and most muscular Doms in the club, subs were instinctively drawn to Jared, as though they could sense he was a protector at heart, and this sub was no exception.Wrapped in a blanket that covered her completely except for her bare feet, she was clinging to his side, her head down, staring at the ground.
