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were not wearing collars either, like her, so it must have been the uncollared subs’ area. She sat and gazed discreetly about her, not wishing to catch the eye of any strolling Dom who might think her direct look a challenge. Doms might impose a penalty on her for doing so, and she had had enough pain to last her a lifetime.
Emma left her for a while, after introducing her to the others, and went over to talk to Master Eric. Emma had told her that he was often behind the bar, but his real job was as head of security. He had long, dark-brown hair pulled back into a lace at the nape of his neck. His eyes were wide set and gray-green with long, dark lashes. He was six four, well muscled, but with a trim waist. Fiona knew they had something going on as Emma wore his training collar. He seemed a pleasant enough Dom, but one could never tell. Someone who seemed pleasant could soon turn into a monster, as she had cause to know. Gordon, her ex-boyfriend, had been charming, to begin with.
A sub spoke to her, Jenny she thought her name was, and they started to chat. Jenny told her about all she knew about the Doms in Prometheus in Chains. There were the twin Scotsmen, Masters Alexander and Ruari. Their kilts and what, if anything, they wore underneath, was the chief topic of conversation.
Though these two seemed the most interesting to Fiona, she couldn’t help but notice some of the other Doms in the room and Jenny continued to fill her in. She told her that Master Rafael was odd. He was bi and would as soon take a man as a woman but did not tend to keep anyone more than one night. Master Torquil was a stern Dom and the Dungeon Master in charge of discipline. Jenny’s voice sank to a whisper as she indicated the column nearby and told how he’d tethered a sub there to be tormented by any and every Dom and Domme for an hour. Jenny shuddered in supressed excitement, but Fiona shuddered in fear. She well remembered how Gordon had tormented her on more than one occasion. Fiona resolved to avoid Master Torquil at any cost.
Chapter Two
Over at the bar, Masters Ruari and Alexander Scott were looking at the subs.
“Who is that delicious-looking redhead?” Ruari asked Eric, who told him she was Emma’s friend, Fiona.
Ruari could not take his eyes off her. She was slim and beautiful with curves in all the right places and high, bountiful breasts. She was a bit overdressed for a sub, in a black-and-silver corset with some sort of sleeves attached to it and a leather skirt that reached her knees. Her skin was very pale and slightly freckled as any good redhead’s should be, Ruari thought. Her long red hair was a riot of curls, and he would just love to tangle his fingers in it then pull back her head and kiss the perfect cupid’s bow of a mouth. She did not seem to be very happy, judging by the expression on her face. Then she laughed at something, and her face lit up, and he was lost. He heard a sharp intake of breath from his brother and knew Alexander felt the same.
They had had women together and separately, but when they were both involved with a woman, the pleasure and entertainment were more than double. They very much preferred to share one sub. He could always tell when Alexander was hunting.
“Come on,” said Alexander impatiently. He was usually the leader in any enterprise.
“Let’s get over there before some other Dom gets in first. If that Rafael character sees her, he will be after her like a shot.”
The pair of them strode quickly over to the subs’ area, their kilts swinging as they strode.
* * * *
Fiona watched them as they approached. They were a magnificent pair. They were identical twins with short, dark hair and black brows that almost met in the middle. Their eyes were deep blue and framed by long dark lashes. They had strong jaws and wide, full-lipped mouths. Their hawklike noses made them striking rather than handsome. They were lean, muscular, and tanned, and at six six, they were tall and
Emma left her for a while, after introducing her to the others, and went over to talk to Master Eric. Emma had told her that he was often behind the bar, but his real job was as head of security. He had long, dark-brown hair pulled back into a lace at the nape of his neck. His eyes were wide set and gray-green with long, dark lashes. He was six four, well muscled, but with a trim waist. Fiona knew they had something going on as Emma wore his training collar. He seemed a pleasant enough Dom, but one could never tell. Someone who seemed pleasant could soon turn into a monster, as she had cause to know. Gordon, her ex-boyfriend, had been charming, to begin with.
A sub spoke to her, Jenny she thought her name was, and they started to chat. Jenny told her about all she knew about the Doms in Prometheus in Chains. There were the twin Scotsmen, Masters Alexander and Ruari. Their kilts and what, if anything, they wore underneath, was the chief topic of conversation.
Though these two seemed the most interesting to Fiona, she couldn’t help but notice some of the other Doms in the room and Jenny continued to fill her in. She told her that Master Rafael was odd. He was bi and would as soon take a man as a woman but did not tend to keep anyone more than one night. Master Torquil was a stern Dom and the Dungeon Master in charge of discipline. Jenny’s voice sank to a whisper as she indicated the column nearby and told how he’d tethered a sub there to be tormented by any and every Dom and Domme for an hour. Jenny shuddered in supressed excitement, but Fiona shuddered in fear. She well remembered how Gordon had tormented her on more than one occasion. Fiona resolved to avoid Master Torquil at any cost.
Chapter Two
Over at the bar, Masters Ruari and Alexander Scott were looking at the subs.
“Who is that delicious-looking redhead?” Ruari asked Eric, who told him she was Emma’s friend, Fiona.
Ruari could not take his eyes off her. She was slim and beautiful with curves in all the right places and high, bountiful breasts. She was a bit overdressed for a sub, in a black-and-silver corset with some sort of sleeves attached to it and a leather skirt that reached her knees. Her skin was very pale and slightly freckled as any good redhead’s should be, Ruari thought. Her long red hair was a riot of curls, and he would just love to tangle his fingers in it then pull back her head and kiss the perfect cupid’s bow of a mouth. She did not seem to be very happy, judging by the expression on her face. Then she laughed at something, and her face lit up, and he was lost. He heard a sharp intake of breath from his brother and knew Alexander felt the same.
They had had women together and separately, but when they were both involved with a woman, the pleasure and entertainment were more than double. They very much preferred to share one sub. He could always tell when Alexander was hunting.
“Come on,” said Alexander impatiently. He was usually the leader in any enterprise.
“Let’s get over there before some other Dom gets in first. If that Rafael character sees her, he will be after her like a shot.”
The pair of them strode quickly over to the subs’ area, their kilts swinging as they strode.
* * * *
Fiona watched them as they approached. They were a magnificent pair. They were identical twins with short, dark hair and black brows that almost met in the middle. Their eyes were deep blue and framed by long dark lashes. They had strong jaws and wide, full-lipped mouths. Their hawklike noses made them striking rather than handsome. They were lean, muscular, and tanned, and at six six, they were tall and
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