Page 57 of Renard's Deliverance

“You cannot interfere with a scene.”

Renard turned to look at him. “A scene? How is that a scene? It’s a clusterfuck.”

Saxon actually winced as they heard Opal telling the Dom she was scening with what he should be doing.

The guy had to be new because within moments he was bumbling around under her criticism and trying to please her.

“Fuck,” Saxon muttered. “I’m going to have to stop this.”

“Nope. You don’t have to stop this.”

“She’s Topping from the bottom. Soon, she’ll have him strapped to the chair and taking a paddle to his ass. Not only do I have to stop this before he becomes truly humiliated, but I’m gonna have to punish her.”

An actual growl escaped him.

Hmm. He was starting to sound like a rabid bear now.

“No, you won’t.”

“No? You don’t think she should be punished?” Saxon asked, sounding surprised.

“I don’t think she should be punished byyou.” And he wasn’t completely convinced that she should be punished. It was obvious that this guy simply couldn’t handle her.

It was a bad pairing all the way around.

“Who the fuck okayed this scene?” he snapped. “It’s obvious he doesn’t have the balls or the experience to handle what she needs.”

“How would you know what she needs?” Saxon asked.

“Know it better than this dick. He’s the one letting her run rings around him. Maybe he should be punished.”

He stepped forward, hearing Saxon swear behind him.

“This is not your job,” Saxon warned. “She is not your sub. You aren’t even her guardian. This is my club and I’ll enforce the rules.”

Screw that.

No one was touching her except for him.

As he reached the place where they were scening, he noted that the Dominant she was with was starting to realize the predicament he’d gotten himself into.

However, instead of pulling out of the scene and ending it, it seemed he’d decided to get mad.

Idiot.

When you were in charge of a scene, of a sub, you had to maintain control of yourself.

Renard knew that.

Most of the time, he said what he liked, did what he wanted, and didn’t much care what people thought. But the only time he truly felt in control of himself was when he was in control of someone else.

The weight of that responsibility helped him, it gave him focus, a reason to keep calm.

But this dick didn’t seem to know how to keep himself under control. How had he gotten through the screening process?

“Shit,” Saxon said and Renard knew he’d seen it too.

This guy had noticed people watching, and that they weren’t impressed by what they were seeing. So he’d decided he needed to save face.

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