Page 236 of Masters of Pleasure
From the way Jared glared at the wannabe Dom as they stepped inside, this would be over with quickly.
Thank God.
Because Law felt…
There weren’t words for how he felt.
Out of control was the least of it.
About to crash headfirst into something he didn’t want to.
If he held his hands out in front of him, he was sure they’d be shaking.A need had risen inside him, as if a demon he’d shoved in a deep, dark cave had gotten loose and was moving up from his stomach to his throat, demanding to be let out.
Demanding to be appeased.
This is why I never say I’m recovered.
He couldn’t think about that right now.
Focus.Focus.Focus.
Once they got this over with, he could get out of here and take Iris with him.Get her away from the asshole and reassure himself she was all right.Then, hopefully, he’d feel more like himself.The ‘him’ he wanted to be.
Master Jared maneuvered the submissive around the jerk Dom, keeping his body between them.The man actually moved toward her before Master Jared’s glare drove him back.He faltered, understanding dawning on his face as he finally realized he didn’t have a single ally in the room.
“Hey, I didn’t do anything wrong!She agreed to no safeword.It’s in our contract.”
The submissive sniffled.Law couldn’t see her around Master Jared, but he was pretty sure she was crying by the way Rae and Iris moved to the side not taken by the big Dom, both of them speaking in low, comforting voices.Asshole glared, but he didn’t intervene.
Master Patrick got to his feet.
The asshole was smart enough to realize he’d fucked up.Paling, he took a step back as Master Patrick crossed his arms over his chest.Both Patrick and Jared were over six feet tall, and while Law wasn’t intimidated by their greater height, the asshole definitely was.Something Patrick took immediate advantage of, looming over dickhead.
“There is aclubsafeword, Don.”Master Patrick’s voice was low, lethal.He’d deliberately left off ‘Master.’“One which you agreed to honor when you signed the contract to join the club.Not only that, but while agreeing not to have a safeword is a perfectly legitimate choice, someone who does it in order to push their submissive beyond what they can take is not a Dom.They are an abuser.”
“No, I?—”
“Wouldn’t you agree, Detective Kincaid?”
Asshole Don’s head snapped around so fast, it was a wonder he didn’t crack his neck as his eyes widened in horror.
“D-D-Detective?”
Kincaid nodded as Patrick continued.
“That’s right, and one of my lawyers.Master Law, are BDSM contracts legally binding in court?”
Law snorted.Seeing how freaked out Asshole Don was helped soothe his swirling emotions.It wasn’t near what the jerk deserved, but it was something.
“No, no, they’re not.In addition, a personal contract would not supersede the membership contract he signed with Stronghold, which actuallyislegally binding.As you said, a true Dom, whose submissive doesn’t have a safeword, would carefully watch that submissive to ensure they weren’t pushed beyond their limits.Abusers, such as Don here, use it as an excuse to abuse.”
Iris
Holy shit, Master Law was hot when he was lawyering.If it wasn’t for how serious the situation was and how pissed off she was on behalf of the woman whose shoulder she was rubbing as comfortingly as she could, she would be totally turned on watching Master Law take down Douchebag Don.
Granted, he wasn’t the only one, but he was still the hottest one.There was no way Douchebag Don was getting off the hook, but what made it even better was the Doms were letting him have it, in no uncertain terms, so even if the message didn’t get through, both he and his submissive heard it.
“Now, Master Kincaid will escort you out.You are not welcome back here.Your membership fees will be refunded.”Master Patrick bit off the end of his words, his glare hot.
