Sacrifice (#1 Twin's Service series) UNEDITED

Chapter 4

The other bouncer, Steve, didn't look like he believed her but didn't argue the point. He could probably sense the danger from the Shapeshifter.

"Thanks," I said to her as I passed close by.

"Don't thank me just yet. Get out of the club unscathed and then you can thank me," she flashed teeth that seemed to not fit with the look she was giving me. Some kind of cat with the feral gleam in her eyes that disappeared as soon as it had come.

I shrugged it off and walked inside. The inside looked like a vampire sex dream or one you'd expect from how Vampire's are portrayed. Black and red silks and velvet curtains as well as couches were organized along the entire room. Curtains blocked off some areas where loud slaps and whipping noises came through. It was a sort of magic that permeated the air and into my bones. Pain and pleasure mixed together giving the illusion of orgasms wrung out of torture. Some rooms weren't occupied but I could see wooden contraptions with chains and cuffs to lock someone up with.

I'd unzipped my sweatshirt and allowed it to flap along my sides as I continued forward. Dimitri was inside of an alcove off to the left with the curtain opened. A woman with only a thong for clothing had herself pressed against Dimitri's side as she stroked sharp nails over the visible expanse of stomach on display. He'd decided on only black pants that fit snugly against his muscular legs, leaving his upper body bare. He was built with more muscles than I usually preferred on my sexual partners but he was still attractive in his own way. A way that practically oozed masculanity.

"You've arrived, Sloane." His voice wrapped around me and I tried not to shiver at the open invitation.

When I took a step into the room I saw that the woman wasn't the only person in the room. A young man around my age crawled across the carpeted floor towards me. He wore mini shorts that stretched across the bulge he was sporting. A silver spiked collar graced his neck but was slightly hidden beneath his shoulder length brown hair. The look in his eyes was one of hunger and seeking for pain.

Later I wouldn't be able to describe what had come over me but as he slid a hand up my thigh it was as if someone else took hold of my body. One minute I was watching Dimitri carefully, the next I had the young mans hair in my grip and yanked his head back.

"Yes," he whispered with eyes glassed over in pleasure, "More please, mistress."

He was a pain seeker and I was glad to assist. Although on regular days I'd never do anything like this but it felt right tonight. I pulled him across the carpet towards the wall where chains hung as Dimitri watched from his spot on the couch. Neither approving nor disaproving my actions.

Once the man was chained to my satisfaction, I walked back to the hung instruments on the wall and grabbed a long whip. One that looked to be used to tame lions instead of to wrought out pleasure from people seeking pain. I'd walked back to the center of the room to look at the man hanging from chains with his back to me. My legs were parted in a stance to get better leverage before I brought the whip back and snapped it forward in a precise manner. It didn't make the noise I had wanted it to which meant that the pain hadn't been enough.

He had barely bowed his back from the shock before I swung again. This time the whip opened a tiny wound that filled with blood. My heart began to pound with each cut I laid across his back. He was moaning in pleasure and I could hear him gasping for breath with each laceration. Magic began to build each whip strike until finally he sagged in the chains releasing an orgasm. Almost the same instant he sagged, the magic that had built in the air flushed towards me along with the blood that had been dripping along his back.

It rammed into my chest a second later and I collapsed to the ground as I soaked in the energy I hadn't noticed was missing inside of me. With that feeding my body began to work properly again. Dimitri clapped his hands in a slow mocking manner.