Chapter 13

The car came to a third stop, and this time around Daniel turned the engine off.

"Stay put," he told her before exiting the car, leaving her to wonder where she was.

She was tempted to remove the blindfold. She really was. But then, maybe he'd go mad at her, and she didn't want to ruin the day. She had grown used to being called a good girl.

Maybe being a bad girl isn't such a bad idea though, a part of her reasoned.

Just as she was about to raise her hand, her door opened.

Someone's hand landed on her waist, and she was about to protest when she heard the deep voice she had grown to love, "Come on, sweetheart. Let's start the day."

She stepped out of the car, holding her purse a tad bit stiffly and maybe even walking a bit awkwardly for she was trying to look normal while being blindfolded.

"Something the matter?" Daniel asked her, his hand still holding her waist.

"It's just…" she blushed and couldn't muster the courage to finish her sentence.

"Tell me," he moved his hand on her back in a soothing manner, urging her to tell him what was wrong with her.

"Don't I look weird?" She asked timidly.

"Oh, honey, you look nothing but stunning," he countered immediately.

"I'm not talking about my outfit," she replied on a sigh. Then on a hushed tone, she added, "With the blindfold I mean?"

"No worries. Here, you fit in just fine," her dom chuckled.

At that, she started to wonder where the hell he had taken her. Could it be she was at one of those private BDSM clubs?

"Hello," she heard a stranger greet them. She nodded timidly in response, guessing that if she was at a BDSM house, she was not supposed to talk to a dom directly unless she was addressed first. At least, that was what she had read in forums and such when her kinky side kicked in and curiosity got the better of her.

"Hello," Daniel greeted back, "Davidson." He added in a business tone.

"Ah, Mr Davidson," the guy who seemed to be the maitre d'hôtel all but chirped, "Mr Charleston has been expecting you."

"Yeah," she heard Daniel reply distractedly while leaving her side momentarily.

The next thing she knew, she felt fabric at her neck. After he tied the silky ribbon around her neck, he told her softly, while ushering her forward, "You can now remove your blindfold."

She did as she was told, and was not completely surprised at the luxury of her surroundings.

As she walked together with Daniel, she was soon greeted by a sight that shocked her a little bit even though she expected it. A beautiful naked woman was all tied up on a bed in the center of what looked like the hall, and she was being thoroughly fucked in front of everyone.

Natasha gulped down in fear, wanting to run for the hills. What had she gotten herself into? Something forbidden, huh? Well, she wished she could take it back... safe was better.

Daniel must have felt her distress for he soon told her in a reassuring tone, "Do not worry, sweetheart. You will never ever be on display, not with me at least."

They went to the bar where a man whose cock was inside a naked woman's mouth – his sub, Natasha guessed – welcomed Daniel with a smile, "Look who's back home, Daniel Davidson!"

"Good to see you, Charleston," Daniel nodded in acknowledgment.

The man was obviously happier to see Daniel than Daniel was to see him, but for some reason he looked fine with it.

"Care to introduce me to your sub?" He asked.

Natasha's eyes drifted to his face, and she noticed the gleam of lust in his deep green eyes. Although the guy looked to be in his early thirties and well-built, he looked absolutely repulsing to her.

"Natasha," Daniel started deliberately, "This is an old college mate of mine, Nathaniel Charleston. Nathaniel, this is Natasha."

They nodded at one another.

"Will you be participating in the show?" Nathaniel asked, his eyes looking Natasha up and down, while licking his lips.

"You know I never do. And kindly do not look at her that way," Daniel told him stiffly, "She didn't know where she was coming and thus dressed to seduce… but to seduce me, and only me."

"Hey," the guy held his hands up in surrender, "I was just asking mate."

"Well, if you had looked at the red necktie…" Daniel told him in a devil-may-care attitude.

"Sorry, sorry." Natasha could only guess the red necktie held a certain meaning - such as she was not to partake in group activites or something of the likes.

"Two Sex with a Bartender, please," Daniel ordered, ignoring him.

Soon enough, their drinks were in front of them, and Natasha was sipping at it cautiously, tasting it for the first time.

It wasn't a hard drink, and so she drank it rather rapidly, wanting to forget her surroundings. She was doing, witnessing and participating in many things for the first time… but for some reason, she felt that with Daniel, it was okay. For Daniel Davidson was not just like any man set to seduce, for he could have anyone he wanted, and yet he chose her. And that meant something - a lot actually.