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Title: Bound in Sacrifice
Series: A Dirty Heroes Collection Novel #4
Author: Murphy Wallace
Genre: Dark Romantic Suspense/BDSM
Release Date: May 4, 2020
Once upon a time, a scorned Queen opened a box, unleashing horrible evil on the world's heroes. Instead of gallantry and chivalry, they now possessed much more perverse traits.
They’ve fallen victim to their darkest and most deviant desires.
This is one of their stories...
A regular at my club racked up a large debt that he couldn’t afford, so I sent my men to collect. Instead of delivering the money I was owed, they brought me her. Unable to fulfill her father’s debt, I told her he would pay for it with his life.
When she begged to trade her father’s life for her own, I was intrigued. But she couldn’t hide the shiver of fear cloaked beneath the faรงade of strength and bravery she tried to portray.
Silly girl, you don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into. I’m going to snuff out your pride and stomp on your courage. My father was a good man with strong values, who put his family above everything else. We weren’t perfect, but we were happy.
Then, Mom died and took our happiness with her. Dad quickly got caught in a downward spiral that spun our world into chaos. The warm, caring man that I knew from my childhood was replaced with a complete stranger.
It sucked the light from my world. Now, I fear I will pay greatly for his transgressions.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ - ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
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 Cรดtรฉ Dรฉbutant. 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 Cรดtรฉ Avancรฉ 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.๐๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ! 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. Who ๐ช๐ด she? 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.
๐๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต?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.
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต’๐ด ๐ธ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฃ? ๐๐ข๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐ฆ? 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 Cรดtรฉ Dรฉbutant, 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 Vilรฉ, 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. ๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต, ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ. ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ. ๐ ๐ฏee๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐บ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ’๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ.
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. ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต’๐ด ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ช๐จ ๐ฏ๐ฐ-๐ฏ๐ฐ, ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฃ.
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. ๐๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ? Is she playing some sort of Daddy Dom/little girl game?
I pick up my pace so I can catch up to where she is before she can get away again. When I get to the center of the hallway, where the two corridors meet, I sense that she’s near. I flatten my body against the wall and wait for her to arrive.
Just as she steps away, I materialize from around the shadowed corner. She gasps in surprise and tries to hide her fear as she realizes she’s been caught somewhere she shouldn’t be.
What do you think you’re doing back here? I’m--I’m sorry. I’m looking for my father. When he leaves and doesn’t come back for hours, this is usually where he comes, she stammers but then she swallows her fear, letting a burst of confidence shine through.
Your ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐บ comes to Le Couloir? I ask her, knowing that’s not at all what she meant, but I'm aching to see her blush.What? she’s honestly confused, missing the reference.
No, he comes to this disgusting, depraved, worthless pile of stone for desperate sex fiends and alcoholics! She holds her arms out, regarding the club as she speaks, with bitterness flooding her tone.
Disgusting. Depraved. ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด? You talk about my club like you know something about it, little lamb. I step forward slowly, and she backs up. I may not hold the same regard for La Tour that I once did, but no one talks about my ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ like that.
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ club? So, you’re the reason for this abomination?I hasten my steps, backing her up into the wall behind her. My hand wraps tightly, but not dangerously so, around her thin neck and I force her to look up into my eyes.
You think you’re better than all of those people in that room over there? I cock my head slightly toward the door leading to Le Cรดtรฉ Dรฉbutant. That your morals and values mean more than theirs?
Anger flashes in my stare, and I feel her shiver beneath my touch. Why do you think that? Who told you that you were better than anyone else? Your ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐บ?
Her fear deepens, judging by her widened doe eyes and increased heart rate, that I can feel beating rapidly beneath my palm. It matches the beat of my own dark heart. Does my touch affect you, like the feel of your flesh affects me, little lamb?
You don’t like it here because you don’t belong here. We don’t want you here. So, you’re going to go back to the perfect little life that you fell out of and never set foot in this ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐จ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ฑ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ever again.
I bring my face dangerously close to hers, forcing her to see the evil within me, not allowing her to look away.
The club isn’t the abomination, ๐ ๐ข๐ฎ. If you ever step foot in here again, you’re going to find out exactly how far an angel can fall.
I release my grip on her neck before I lose complete control and throw her down into the dungeon. She scurries off through the door to Le Cรดtรฉ Dรฉbutant, and disappears into the crowd of members and guests.
I stand there, seething as the door closes, shutting me into the darkness where I prefer to be.
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 Cรดtรฉ Dรฉbutant. 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 Cรดtรฉ Avancรฉ 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.๐๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ! 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. Who ๐ช๐ด she? 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.
๐๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต?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.
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต’๐ด ๐ธ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฃ? ๐๐ข๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐ฆ? 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 Cรดtรฉ Dรฉbutant, 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 Vilรฉ, 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. ๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต, ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ. ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ. ๐ ๐ฏee๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐บ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ’๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ.
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. ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต’๐ด ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ช๐จ ๐ฏ๐ฐ-๐ฏ๐ฐ, ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฃ.
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. ๐๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ? Is she playing some sort of Daddy Dom/little girl game?
I pick up my pace so I can catch up to where she is before she can get away again. When I get to the center of the hallway, where the two corridors meet, I sense that she’s near. I flatten my body against the wall and wait for her to arrive.
Just as she steps away, I materialize from around the shadowed corner. She gasps in surprise and tries to hide her fear as she realizes she’s been caught somewhere she shouldn’t be.
What do you think you’re doing back here? I’m--I’m sorry. I’m looking for my father. When he leaves and doesn’t come back for hours, this is usually where he comes, she stammers but then she swallows her fear, letting a burst of confidence shine through.
Your ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐บ comes to Le Couloir? I ask her, knowing that’s not at all what she meant, but I'm aching to see her blush.What? she’s honestly confused, missing the reference.
No, he comes to this disgusting, depraved, worthless pile of stone for desperate sex fiends and alcoholics! She holds her arms out, regarding the club as she speaks, with bitterness flooding her tone.
Disgusting. Depraved. ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด? You talk about my club like you know something about it, little lamb. I step forward slowly, and she backs up. I may not hold the same regard for La Tour that I once did, but no one talks about my ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ like that.
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ club? So, you’re the reason for this abomination?I hasten my steps, backing her up into the wall behind her. My hand wraps tightly, but not dangerously so, around her thin neck and I force her to look up into my eyes.
You think you’re better than all of those people in that room over there? I cock my head slightly toward the door leading to Le Cรดtรฉ Dรฉbutant. That your morals and values mean more than theirs?
Anger flashes in my stare, and I feel her shiver beneath my touch. Why do you think that? Who told you that you were better than anyone else? Your ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐บ?
Her fear deepens, judging by her widened doe eyes and increased heart rate, that I can feel beating rapidly beneath my palm. It matches the beat of my own dark heart. Does my touch affect you, like the feel of your flesh affects me, little lamb?
You don’t like it here because you don’t belong here. We don’t want you here. So, you’re going to go back to the perfect little life that you fell out of and never set foot in this ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐จ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ฑ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ever again.
I bring my face dangerously close to hers, forcing her to see the evil within me, not allowing her to look away.
The club isn’t the abomination, ๐ ๐ข๐ฎ. If you ever step foot in here again, you’re going to find out exactly how far an angel can fall.
I release my grip on her neck before I lose complete control and throw her down into the dungeon. She scurries off through the door to Le Cรดtรฉ Dรฉbutant, and disappears into the crowd of members and guests.
I stand there, seething as the door closes, shutting me into the darkness where I prefer to be.
©Murphy Wallace 2020
Murphy Wallace is an International Bestselling Author with works in several different genres, but most of her work as been in Dark Romantic Suspense.
When she's not getting in touch with her inner child at Disney World, or enjoying everything that Florida has to offer with her family, she enjoys writing and watching true crime documentaries.
She currently resides in a small Eastern Florida town with her husband, who doubles as her best friend, and their two boys.
She has a cat named Maisy who is her constant writing partner.
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