Page 54 of Echoes of Fear

“Where’s your brother?” I ask.

“He’s in the safe room,” he grits through his teeth, not looking away from the pissed-off Dom standing with his shoulders back. “This bastard ignored the sub while she screamed her safeword. Multiple times. Not only that, but he also didn’t give a fuck about her limits and thought it would be funny to cause a little pain.”

The man’s chest puffs out a little more at his words.

“Are you fuckin’ proud of that?” I ask.

“He was fucking smiling when we got in here, brother,” Blaze growls. “I had to make Steel take the Sub out before he shot this bastard between the eyes. Your membership is revoked. Don’t let me see your fucking face here again.”

“You can either make this easy or difficult,” I say. “Walk out with what dignity you have left, or I can knock you out and drag your ass out the door.”

“I’d like to see you try,” he smiles.

The man is about my height, but I have far more muscles. And I can guarantee I’m far more pissed off.

Pulling my fist back, I release my pent-up anger and hit his jaw with a force that will cause my hand to hurt for days.

“MOTHER FUCKER,” he yells from the floor where he fell.

The man shoots to his feet and steps forward like he’s going to attack.

“I really wouldn’t if I were you,” I say calmly, my body completely relaxed but primed and ready.

The man pauses before turning and walking to the door.

“Meet me in the office once he’s gone,” Blaze says from behind me.

I walk behind the man through the club, making sure he doesn’t cause any more issues. Once at the door, Reynolds opens it, and we all walk outside.

“Fucking bitch wanted it,” he mumbles.

“What was that?” I ask.

The second he turns to most likely yell some more, I rear back and punch him again.

“You’re a fuckin’ pig who gets off on hurting others who don’t give you fuckin’ consent,” I growl down at him on the ground. “It would be in your best interest to keep your fuckin’ face away from here.”

The man jumps on his feet and runs off.

Fucker

“You’ll get what’s coming to you,” he shouts when he’s several feet away.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s what they all say,” Reynolds says.

“I’ll be back to relieve you,” I tell Reynolds. He typically works the main room and I have no interest in switching rolls today.

“Who the hell was that?” I ask as I shut the office door behind me. “I don’t remember letting him in.”

“That’s because you didn’t,” Blaze says, working on his desktop. “He came in earlier for a trial run before we opened. He did three scenes with no issue.”

“A Dom had to interrupt his fourth scene because the Sub was gagged and was trying to tap out, but she couldn’t reach him.”

“Even I know the damn rules for a scene,” I grump.

When gagged, the Dom is to keep their Subs hands free enough to tap them on the arm or leg as a “safe word” if needed.

“He’s supposed to keep his eyes on his Sub throughout the entire scene,” I say.

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