You stood behind Keegan, dressed in a sheer black dress that went to your thighs. A black leather collar closed around your throat, attached to a leash in his hand.

Your eyes narrowed as you looked around the underground dungeon club, fingers rubbing against the skin beneath your collar.

The target was around here somewhere. Keegan looked around, taking in the giant stage in the center of the room and the six back rooms blocked off by thick, black curtains.