Page 4 of Bound in Sacrifice

“Than--thank you, Mr. Roberts. That means a lot to me,” I hiccup as I wipe tears from my face.

“Come on in, anytime. Try to enjoy the rest of your day, then. Goodbye.”

Mr. Roberts is an old friend of my mother’s. I reached out to him last week asking if he had any positions open for hire. I know my father can’t hold down a decent, good-paying job any longer, so I’m not even going to try it. I thought that he’d at least be willing to give this place a try. All he would have to do is put books away, and ring people up at the cash register.

I quickly shut down my computer and gather my things. Looks like Iwillbe taking the rest of the day off. I have a good feeling that I know where my father is and he isnotgoing to be happy to see me when I get there.

Chapter Three

The Beast

Iwasn’t able to sleep much last night, which is nothing new, but this time was different. I couldn’t get the scent of that girl out of my nose, orher exquisite beauty, especially with my hand at her throat, out of my mind. I told her to never step foot in here again, and I meant it, but the darkness that rules my life prays she disobeys. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t keep myself from picturing her tied to the bondage bench in my personal dungeon.

I close my eyes, thinking back to the imaginary scene I whacked off to last night. Her back was to the leather, arms and legs spread wide, with her tits and her pussy on full display just for me. I basked in her beauty. With my dick in one hand and my crop in the other, I circled her. Tapping her clit, her tits, her nipples with the crop. No part of her was safe from me, from the torment. Then, I turned her over and painted her pale ass a rosy pink color with my flogger...

“Yo, Beast.”

I am pulled from my trance by Dex, a senior member of my security team. He nods his head toward the crowd below when I glance in his direction. Following his gaze, my eyes lock on a regular named Mauro, who has been known to cause trouble from time to time.

“How the fuck did he get over there?” I ask, rhetorically, wondering why he was allowed to set foot on Le Côté Avancé.

I dart across the catwalk toward the ladder closest to that section, never taking my eyes off of him. I’ve had the fucking shits of this guy. He’s a drunk, he’s rude, and he’s disrespectful to the girls. I should have kicked his ass to the curb a long time ago, but Reggie, my business manager, vouched for him so I’ve given Mauro a little leeway as a professional courtesy to Reggie. No more though; I’ve fucking had it.

“Luca!” I shout to the closest man I have on the floor.

His gaze, as well as the gaze of several members, shoots up to me from his place next to the bar.

“Get him!” I shout, pointing at the dumb fuck.

Mauro’s about to encroach on a scene at the spanking bench. Just as he reaches his hand forward, ready to run it over the girl’s ass, the guy rears back and punches him square in the jaw. I’m glad he did it because now it means that I don’t have to.

Luca runs over and stops the fight before it can get out of hand. I jump down from halfway up the ladder and stomp over to the spanking bench.

“Take this piece of shit to my office and wait there for me.”

Luca removes the drunk idiot from the floor and disappears with him into Le Couloir.

“Master Shaw, my apologies for the intrusion. Is your sub alright?”

“She’s fine, but I expect a hell of a lot better here, Vilé. We pay too much money to have to experience this kind of issue.”

“I don’t disagree. Come see me the next time you’re in, and we can work something out,” I speak quietly and extend my hand to him. He shakes it and nods his acceptance of my offer.

“Nothing more to see, folks,” I shout, letting everyone know that the show is over. “If you go to the bar, Cohen will give everyone their next round on the house.”

Cohen, a head Dom and one of my best friends, moves from the floor to the bar area and readies himself for the onslaught of people at the mention of a free drink. The chatter in the room rises up once more as mingling continues and scenes resume. I assess the crowd once more, ensuring everyone appears content. When I am satisfied that all is back to normal, I hurry into Le Couloir, which will lead me to my office. I stop just inside the door and my eyes fly to the spot where I had my little lamb pressed against the wall last night. My dick grows hard and the corner of my mouth twitches with the hint of an evil grin. I may have to bring up the security footage from last night once I’ve finished tending to business.

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When I getto my office, Mauro is in the chair in front of my desk, and blood is dripping from the corner of his mouth. He’s lucky. If it were my scene that he interrupted, he wouldn’t be breathing right now. Luca is standing behind him to make sure he can’t run away until I say so. I settle into my seat and cock my top lip into a sneer at the sight of the filth in front of me.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, imagining that you could ever belong on Le Côté Avancé?”

“Oh, fuck off with your rules and thinking that you’re better than everyone else.” The words fly from Mauro’s swollen mouth just before he spits a mixture of blood and saliva on the floor next to him.

Bigfucking mistake.

Before I have a chance to jump over my desk and knock his ass out, Luca has him out of his chair and rips the shirt from his body. He balls the fabric up and throws it at Mauro’s feet.

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