Eliza couldn't believe how many people were in the Dungeon tonight. She felt like she was in an exclusive LA club, not in the Highlands of Scotland. And a club whose couture was leather and corsets, too, there was so much skin on display. She felt distinctly overdressed and worried that she stuck out like a beacon because of it.
Music pulsed low, ramping up the sensual vibe. She tried to stay as inconspicuous as possible. Her gaze was drawn to the man and woman in the large open area at the large, X-shaped cross thingy. The man was tall and thickly built, a bit older, and he was whipping a woman who was suspended on the cross. Eliza didn't like pain, didn't care for it one bit. She took aspirin when she broke a nail. But she couldn't help noticing the way the Dom's attention was solely fo
