Yes

Paul returned to Naomi, to find a big black man groping her ass and fingering her. Naomi was crying out in pleasure, eyes closed. The guy was big enough that he could be a threat if he didn't want to back down, but Naomi was Paul's and he had to step in.

"Hey," he said. "What's going on?"

"Oh." the man turned. "I was just admiring your slave." He took his hands away from her, and stood upright, taking a few steps back.

"Well admire her with your eyes next time."

"Maybe don't leave her unaccompanied next time. That's usually a sign that they're free to use." He looked them both over for a moment, then adjusted his jacket and walked away.

"Naughty girl," Paul said as he uncuffed Naomi. "You were enjoying that, weren't you?"

"Yes, Master." She had a sheepish look on her face as she lifted her underwear and lowered her dress to cover herself. "I was hoping you wouldn't return so soon." She smiled, a naughty smile. "Please take me home, Master. I need you so bad."

He decided to put the cuffs back on her, behind her back for the walk to the hotel.