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I glance around the group and don’t find any support. Bull’s glaring at Georgie and won’t meet my eyes. Is this how Shannie felt surrounded by Drew’s guests? There’s a gut-ruffling sense that I’m in the minority and it could all go very bad in an instant.

I bow again. “I’ll submit myself to Maude and Georgie’s judgment of whether I broke the rules of the Hunt or committed a consent violation. Again, gentlemen, my apologies for interrupting the scene. Emily, Georgie, come with me.”

I reach a hand back. Emily’s small fingers immediately wrap around mine. I lead them out, shouldering my way between Franco and a man I don’t recognize. I glance at MacKenzie aswe pass her pillory. She’s wearing a ball-gag, a lot of red stripes, and nothing else. I know she and Al do gang-bangs but there are ten men in the room and she’s the only submissive. Is she really going to let all ten of them fuck her? That’s a lot by anyone’s estimation.

Shaking my head, I push toward the door.

“Is that disapproval, Master Logan?” Drew calls after me. “Do you not like our scene?”

A mutter of male voices chases me out of the room as Dana, Max, Austin, and Cynnie fall in around me.

Once we’re out in the hallway, I let myself relax. That was tense but I deescalated the situation. Emily looked outraged on Georgie’s behalf but not upset. I don’t know what rules Georgie has in place, so I don’t know if he’s traumatized or just humiliated by being exposed in front of the group. I’ll get him back to Maude and let her evaluate him.

The door into the Stocks bangs open behind me. “Oh, Master Logan?”

Drew. Again. He’s really getting on my wick.

I stop and turn to face him. Max stops at my right. “Get Emily and Georgie out of here,” I mutter to him. “Take Georgie to Maude. She needs to evaluate him.”

Max meets my eyes, then nods. He takes Emily’s hand out of mine and leads her away.

Her uncertain, “Daddy?” pierces me straight through the heart.

“Go with Max, little girl,” I say without taking my eyes off Drew. He leans in the doorway to the Stocks, smirk firmly affixed. I really want to smack that expression off his face. Emmett and Al come up the doorway and stand behind Drew.

I have a lot of time for Al. He’s been at the club longer than I have. He was one of the very first members of Chinese descent, which he’s told me made him feel isolated for years. He’s theclub’s doctor and I’ve found him to be progressive and caring as a physician, which many doctors in today’s managed health care system don’t have the time or opportunity to be.

Seeing him standing literally at Drew’s back is a cold slap to the face.

“Yes, Master Drew,” I say.

“Nice costume.” His smirk widens, showing the benefits of fluoride and orthodontics. “Your hat’s looking a little worse for wear, though.”

I nod, acknowledging him and encouraging him to get to the bloody point.

“You didn’t answer my question, Master Logan,” Drew continues. His voice is really beginning to grate. “Do you disapprove of our scene?”

“Gang-bangs aren’t my thing,” I say. “But I hope you enjoy yourselves.”

Drew pushes off the door frame and takes two steps toward me. “So that head-shakewasdisapproval. Will you be banning gang-bangs along with other forms of play you don’t approve of as you push the club toward caregiver play?”

He sneers as he says “caregiver.”

“I’m not aware of any forms of play that are banned by the club,” I respond. “So long as its role-play and everyone’s consenting, we’re open to extreme play such as simulated necrophilia and vore. I don’t yuck on anyone else’s yum, Master Drew.”

He snorts. “But you’re steering the club toward pet and age-play.”

“The only direction I’m steering the club, with the assistance of the rest of the membership committee.” I nod at Al. “Is toward embracing all types of consensual play.”

“Ah, right. So you’ll be exiling Bull and Sean soon, then, the same way you did Sante? Their submissives don’t havesafe words. Surely you think their scenes aren’t consensual anymore.”

I grind my teeth. This is a topic that’s debated in the community frequently. Emily and I have skirted it, too, since she wants to give up her safe word in some situations and I was the one who wanted to take it slowly since I’ve never played without a safe word.

“I’m perfectly comfortable with submissives giving up their safe words inside of established relationships?—”

“But not outside them?” He lifts his eyebrows. “That seems limiting. I thought you didn’t yuck on other player’s yum, Master Logan.”

Another man comes to stand behind Al. I don’t recognize him but he’s a very tall, African-American man with precisely-trimmed hair, mustache, and beard. He must be someone’s guest, and we cannot be giving him a good first impression of the club, between the scene interruption and this confrontation.

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