Page 1 of Bound in Sacrifice

Chapter One

The Beast

The club is crowded tonight, but then again, our open houses always are. Everyone wants a glimpse of what goes on inside of La Tour. It’s the country’s most exclusive BDSM club, and everyone who’s anyone comes here to play, whether they’re open about their propensity for kink or not.

Of course, there's a lot more to be desired when our non-members are here. We want to tease them; to work them up, and then turn them away. It drives them mad in all the right ways. Inevitably, they end up begging us to take their money just so they can see more, so they can scratch their itch. Once they get a taste, they never want to leave.

They’re only allowed on Le Côté Débutant. Things are more relaxed over there since it’s filled with people who are here for a good time, and people who want the chance to try different things, meet new people, or possibly connect with a new Dom or sub. It’s where our beginners go to learn, but sometimes it’s more like New Orleans in the middle of Mardi Gras; a fucking shit-show.

No one is allowed on Le Côté Avancé until they pass our specialized course. That side is solely for our advanced members, people who have been in the lifestyle for a while, respect the rules, and know how to behave. It also tends to be where our wealthier members opt to play, and we like to give them a sense of privilege while they’re here.

There are two sides to the club for a very specific reason. I’ve seen my fair share of idiots who think that it’s okay to walk into a scene and start participating, simply because they’re at a BDSM club. They think that everyone who is here is ready and willing to be touched.

Wrong!

Tonight, I’m perched high above the action on the catwalk that runs over the entire 7000 sq. ft. club. There are two main play areas, as well as Le Couloir, which is where you go to access the dungeons, the playrooms, and the backstage area. From up here, I can get to any area of the club I wish without ever needing to look at or speak to anyone. Other than my office, this is the only place in La Tour that I can stand to be anymore.

This used to be my happy place. It used to be everything in the world to me. But, no matter how badly you fight for them to stay the same, things always change. My feelings splintered into a thousand pieces several years ago, when Viv was ruthlessly taken from me.

But I refuse to think about her anymore.

I’m torn from my thoughts by the sight of a peculiar girl moving through the crowd. Her plain hair and clothing are stark in contrast to her astounding beauty. Between that and the air of innocence surrounding her, she sticks out like a sore thumb.

Whoisshe?

I’ve never seen her in here before and she sure as shit doesn’t look like she belongs here. The other women filling the floor are clothed in scantily clad dresses or donning barely-there lingerie, while this outsider is draped in more clothing than 10 of the other women, combined.

How did she make it past reception dressed like that?

I stalk her from my perch like a bird looking for its supper. She looks worried and irritated as she furiously searches the area around the bar for something or someone. The nipples on her ample tits are barely hidden behind the thin button-up shirt she’s wearing and the demure bra, that I’d bet any amount of money she has on.

Is she here with a date? Is she meeting someone? Why does she look like someone just kicked her puppy? She turns toward the bar and leans over it, trying to get the bartender’s attention. The swell of her ass looks like it's just big enough to fit in the palm of my hand.

What’s most puzzling though, is why I’m thinking about her the way that I am. Why am I so interested in this strange woman? I haven’t shown this much interest in any girl since Viv. It’s probably because she’s so out of place here. Someone who isn’t cut out for a place like this is a threat to my business and all of the members. I need to keep a close eye on her. We don’t need any problems, especially during an open house.

She finally gets the bartender’s attention and they exchange a few words. She turns from the bar, looking exasperated, and searches the room once again. As if she can feel me staring at her, she looks up. Her eyes widen in alarm when they lock onto mine.

What’s wrong, little lamb? Can you see the beast inside of me?

We stare at one another for longer than I’d care to admit. What is it about her? I don’t look at females like this anymore, and I certainly don’t waste my time on them any longer. But there’s something about this female, which draws me in. The fire in her stare burns bright, but not bright enough to hide the scared little girl that she has locked away within her. Not taking my eyes from her, I begin to walk toward the ladder that will lead me down to the floor of Le Côté Débutant, to where she is. I break eye contact for a split second as I turn and place my boot on the top rung of the ladder and begin my descent. I shouldn’t have taken my eyes from her, because by the time my feet hit the floor, she’s gone.

“Master Vilé,” one of the members greets me and nods when I pass him. I nod in return. I think. I meant to, but right now I am on a mission and can’t worry about that.

I scan the room. She won’t be at the bar because she just left that area. I gaze out over the guests on the dance floor. It’s so thick with bodies that I can’t tell where some people end and others begin. There’s no way she could've squeezed her way through there so quickly.

Come out, come out wherever you are.I need to find you. I need to know why you’re here.

I scour the outer edge of the room, where all of the play areas are located. I highly doubt I will find her participating in a scene, but could she be a voyeur?

Finally, my eyes land on her at the back of the room, pushing the door to Le Couloir open.

That’s a big no-no, little lamb.No one is allowed in Le Couloir on open house nights. The corner of my mouth turns up in a sly grin as I think about everything that I could do to her back there.

Walking briskly, I follow her path to the back of the club and open the door leading into Le Couloir. I expect to see her when I open the door, but no one is there. There are two corridors in this hallway and I choose to go left. I stalk down the darkened passage as quietly as I can, so I will be able to hear any noise that she might make if she's come this way. I carefully wiggle the doorknobs on each of the playroom doors as I pass by. They’re all locked, as they should be, so I know she hasn’t run inside one of them to hide.

“Father?” I hear suddenly, echoing from the other end of the hall.

I stop and turn on my heel at the sound of her angelic voice.

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