Prince of the Celts

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓝𝓲𝓷𝓮: 𝓥𝓮𝓵𝓿𝓮𝓽 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

☆☆My whole family is sick with covid, so it's only a matter of time before I get it. If I do, I'll probably be updating a lot more!☆☆

Minjoon and Jiro took me to their car, a silver car with no distinct branding.

"Can I drive, Master?" Minjoon pleaded with a cute pout. Jiro gave him a harsh glare. "Do you not remember the last time you drove? You nearly killed my brother, baby. Absolutely not."

Minjoon humphed and begrudgingly got into the car, arms crossed. "Put on your seatbelts, everyone." Jiro adjusted the rearview mirror and looked me dead in the eyes. "It's time to get fast and furious--Tokyo style."

The tires screeched as he whipped the car around and zoomed down the street. With every little bump, I hit the roof of the car. Minjoon had his head outside of his window, eyes crinkled in joy, laughter coming out of him in an odd mix of a wheezing and a fox-like cackle. Jiro grinned at him, blindingly white canines poking from his lips before he set his eyes back onto the road and drove just a bit faster.

We drove for what must've been ten minutes, though it only felt like a nanosecond. He parked in a covered spot and turned off the car and unstrapped. "Alright, we all ready? Do you have your bags, Joonie?" He hummed and stepped out of the car, a large sports bag hanging from his shoulder and a small takeout bag in the other.

They led me to a four-story building with no windows, painted black with neon purple lights outlining the edges. The large sign of the same color read Velvet Moonlight in a non-traditional style of cursive.

"Welcome to work, guys." A shirtless, muscular vampire with nipple piercings and various tattoos greeted. His red eyes stared me down. "A new dom?" He tilted his head in curiosity, the purple lighting exposing his red highlights. I gulped and hid my face from view. "Ah," he said, almost sing-songy. "I see. Welcome in." He made a grand gesture towards the open double doors he was stationed in front of.

"Thanks, Katashi. Let's go, boys." Jiro walked between us, arms stretched with one hand on us each.

"That was Katashi, he is the head bouncer. He's a sadist. That is his pet over there," he pointed to a young-looking man with dark brown hair and cute cheeks sitting at the bar, wearing torn jeans and a hoodie two sizes too big. "Asuka."

"This is the second floor, with the bar. Typically, the less intense couples hang out here. The Sadist floor is the one below. The floor above this one is the boss's office. The one above that is his apartment." He led us into the elevators, which opened almost as soon as we got there.

The doors closed and the elevator shot off like a bullet and re-opened its doors.

This place is terrifying, why is everything so fast? I think I might get vertigo.

I walked on shaky legs behind Jiro and Minjoon who knocked on the cherry wood door in front of us.

"Come in!" A cheery yet deep voice called us in. Minjoon instinctively lowered his head as he fell in line behind Jiro, and I followed suit. "Ah, the new boy! Come here, let me see your face." Jiro and Minjoon moved to the side, Jiro taking a seat in front of the desk and Minjoon elegantly kneeling beside him, nearly purring as he was lovingly petted.

"Well?"

"Ah, yes sir." I blushed and came closer to the desk. He looked me up and down as I stood in front of his desk. "Sit."

My knees buckled beneath me and I fell into the chair, like a discarded marionette. "Raise your head." I did so and gasped at the obscene photos on the walls surrounding him and his desk. Various submissives, some in little clothing, some nude. Some with toys in them, some with toys on them, and some paintings of dominants and submissives together.