Page 32 of Bound in Sacrifice

A second later I gasp when flames shoot from sconces on the wall, situated at regular intervals around the room. Light floods the space and shines brightly over the seductive scene laid out in front of me.

“This is my personal dungeon,” The Beast says, leaning against the wall on the other side of the room.

At first glance, the size of the room takes me by surprise. It looks much too large to fit within the belly of an underground tunnel system. The walls are draped in royal blue velvet with a gold trim. There is a gigantic, beautiful stone fireplace built into one of the walls, with flames roaring inside. Above the fireplace, hangs an intricately carved piece of wood that serves as the mantelpiece. On it, is a gorgeous candelabra and one of the most unique pendulum clocks that I’ve ever seen. I take a step toward it but stop myself. I look to The Beast for approval. I don’t know if I am allowed to move and whether or not there is anything I can and can’t touch.

“Feel free to roam. If you find something that interests you, let me know.”

I respond with a small, but genuine smile. As I begin my self-guided tour of the room, I think back to,holy shit, was it really only two nights ago that I was here searching for Father? Two nights since I had my first taste of the alluring power of The Beast?

It was a little over 24 hours ago when I swore I would never be a participant in any of the activities within La Tour. I think I am beginning to crack, as laughter tears through my body.

“What is it?” The Beast asks, curiouswhy I’m suddenly laughing in such a serious moment.

I do my best to control my laughter. It takes a moment before I am able to speak.

“I was just thinking back to yesterday morning. It feels like it was lightyears from this moment that I was sitting at my kitchen table thinking about when we met the night before and how terrified I was of you. I’ll admit, I was intrigued by the club at the time, but after our tête-à-tête, I swore it was nothing that I would ever be a part of. And now look at me, I am quite literally locked in The Beast’s lair.”

The reflection of the flames surrounding us flashes in his dark eyes. It sends a shiver down my spine, but it’s different than the frightening chills I felt during our first meeting.

“It’s funny how life works out isn’t it?” I ask.

“I’m not sure funny is how I would describe it,” he says.

I turn and face him, wondering what he means by that. I stare at him waiting for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t. I don’t ask him. First, because I don’t know if that’s allowed but second because even if it is, I don’t think he would answer me anyway. Everyone has dark secrets; I wonder what his are.

Before I can get too wrapped up in thought I hear him speak again.

“Are you still wet, little lamb?”

My cheeks flush at his words.

“If not, I have just the thing to get you worked up again.”

“I am still a little wet,” I say, shyly, “but I’m not quite as turned on as I was upstairs.

“I’d like to try something. Do you trust me?”

“I trust you,” I tell him, realizing that, though it’s crazy, it’s true.

“Good girl,” he says.

He places his hand on the small of my back and directs me to an odd-looking piece of furniture in the corner of the room. It looks like one of those pommel horses that the men’s gymnastics team flips over in their event. Do you know what this is, little lamb?”

“No, Sir.”

“It’s called a spanking bench. While I believe that you would enjoy being spanked very much, I promised that I wasn’t going to touch you today, and as you know I always keep my promises. But I would still like to bind you to it, and introduce you to the flogger this evening.”

I swallow nervously.

“Do you know what a flogger is, little lamb?”

“I think so.”

“Have you ever had one used on you before?”

“No, Sir.”

“Don’t be intimidated by it. Sometimes it’s used for pain, but mostly it’s for pleasure. Once you’re further along in your training, I think you’ll find that you will enjoy the flogger for both.”

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