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towered over most people. They wore kilts in the Scott tartan with leather jerkins. Their white linen shirts had long sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular arms covered in black, curly hair. Their faces and arms were well tanned. She assumed it was from their outdoor life.
She saw their approach and should have felt apprehensive, but for some reason she didn’t. She knew who they were. Emma had told her they were Master Angus’s twin nephews. Master Angus Scott had collared Emma’s grandma, Jane. They had met when Jane had gone with Jenny to try out BDSM, after the death of her husband. Master Angus had been smitten by Jane at once. It had taken him a while to woo Jane, but now their attachment was permanent, and they were soon to be married.
Fiona was used to seeing men in kilts. She, unlike the others in the club, knew that it was usual to wear nothing at all in the way of underwear with a kilt. The two men coming toward her were certainly well-worth looking at. She smiled and licked her lips. Her own reaction to these two men surprised her. She didn’t trust men now. She had trusted Gordon to begin with. He’d been charming, and had swept her off her feet. She had been young and naïve, flattered that he took notice of her . Once he had her living with him, he had changed. He had become cruel and violent. On many occasions, she had screwed up her courage to leave him. He seemed to sense when he had gone too far, then, for a while, he would be the old charming Gordon. He would be all apologies and promises not to hurt her again. He blamed the drink, but never made any effort to consume less. She had been weak and bloody stupid, but she would not fall into that trap again. In a prestigious club like this one, she could feel safe. The rules were strict, but they were enforced. She noticed the armbands of dungeon monitors on several large Doms. She had always loved BDSM, since she had first gone to a club with a friend, for a dare. That was where she had met Gordon. She loved the release she got in a scene. She loved the peace she found, and the escape from her troubles when in subspace.
* * * *
All the subs fell to their knees as they approached. Ruari noticed that she did it as an automatic reaction, so she was familiar with the protocol. This was getting better and better.
He said to Jenny, “Who is your friend?”
“Her name is Fiona, Sir.”
“Fiona, come with us!” Ruari was not going to be denied, and was pleased that she got up gracefully, and, when each took hold of one of her hands, she let them lead her to a secluded alcove partly sheltered from the rest of the club by a black Japanese screen decorated with Oriental birds and flowers.
The Doms sat on the large leather sofa and provided her with a cushion on which to kneel in front of them.
“Look at me, Fiona. Our names are Master Ruari and Master Alexander. Where do you come from?” asked Ruari. Most of the time Alexander would take the lead, but sometimes he enjoyed letting Ruari do the groundwork while he observed, and that seemed to be the case tonight. She looked scared when he asked where she came from and he wondered why that should be a source of fear. It was a simple enough question surely.
“I come originally from Peterhead, Sir.” He noticed she had a Scottish accent.
“Where do you live now?”
“Nowhere at the moment. I am just visiting Emma on my way south, Sir.”
“Any particular reason for going even farther south?”
As far as the twins were concerned, Sheffield was the deep south. They had no wish to go farther into Sassenach territory, and, perish the thought, down as far as London. They were only here because their uncle lived here, and once the wedding was over they were off back north. Angus, their uncle, was to marry his collared sub, Jane, very shortly. The wedding was in the planning stage. For the twins, it could not take place soon enough. They wanted to go back home, but they were close to their uncle, and
She saw their approach and should have felt apprehensive, but for some reason she didn’t. She knew who they were. Emma had told her they were Master Angus’s twin nephews. Master Angus Scott had collared Emma’s grandma, Jane. They had met when Jane had gone with Jenny to try out BDSM, after the death of her husband. Master Angus had been smitten by Jane at once. It had taken him a while to woo Jane, but now their attachment was permanent, and they were soon to be married.
Fiona was used to seeing men in kilts. She, unlike the others in the club, knew that it was usual to wear nothing at all in the way of underwear with a kilt. The two men coming toward her were certainly well-worth looking at. She smiled and licked her lips. Her own reaction to these two men surprised her. She didn’t trust men now. She had trusted Gordon to begin with. He’d been charming, and had swept her off her feet. She had been young and naïve, flattered that he took notice of her . Once he had her living with him, he had changed. He had become cruel and violent. On many occasions, she had screwed up her courage to leave him. He seemed to sense when he had gone too far, then, for a while, he would be the old charming Gordon. He would be all apologies and promises not to hurt her again. He blamed the drink, but never made any effort to consume less. She had been weak and bloody stupid, but she would not fall into that trap again. In a prestigious club like this one, she could feel safe. The rules were strict, but they were enforced. She noticed the armbands of dungeon monitors on several large Doms. She had always loved BDSM, since she had first gone to a club with a friend, for a dare. That was where she had met Gordon. She loved the release she got in a scene. She loved the peace she found, and the escape from her troubles when in subspace.
* * * *
All the subs fell to their knees as they approached. Ruari noticed that she did it as an automatic reaction, so she was familiar with the protocol. This was getting better and better.
He said to Jenny, “Who is your friend?”
“Her name is Fiona, Sir.”
“Fiona, come with us!” Ruari was not going to be denied, and was pleased that she got up gracefully, and, when each took hold of one of her hands, she let them lead her to a secluded alcove partly sheltered from the rest of the club by a black Japanese screen decorated with Oriental birds and flowers.
The Doms sat on the large leather sofa and provided her with a cushion on which to kneel in front of them.
“Look at me, Fiona. Our names are Master Ruari and Master Alexander. Where do you come from?” asked Ruari. Most of the time Alexander would take the lead, but sometimes he enjoyed letting Ruari do the groundwork while he observed, and that seemed to be the case tonight. She looked scared when he asked where she came from and he wondered why that should be a source of fear. It was a simple enough question surely.
“I come originally from Peterhead, Sir.” He noticed she had a Scottish accent.
“Where do you live now?”
“Nowhere at the moment. I am just visiting Emma on my way south, Sir.”
“Any particular reason for going even farther south?”
As far as the twins were concerned, Sheffield was the deep south. They had no wish to go farther into Sassenach territory, and, perish the thought, down as far as London. They were only here because their uncle lived here, and once the wedding was over they were off back north. Angus, their uncle, was to marry his collared sub, Jane, very shortly. The wedding was in the planning stage. For the twins, it could not take place soon enough. They wanted to go back home, but they were close to their uncle, and
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