Stevie's Point of View
We arrived at this weird club. Ivan seems completely at ease as he pulls up. Almost giddy. He keeps stealing glances my way.
"I hope you enjoy this place as much as I do. If not, you will come to like it," Ivan says to me. What does that mean? I'll come to like it? "If not, you'll at least tolerate it." He finishes.
"What does that mean, 'I'll come to like it or tolerate it'?" I ask Ivan. The way he looks at me is making me uneasy. He doesn't answer. This is all making me nauseous.
Ivan and I are dropped off at the doors of the club. We are what appears to be an empty warehouse in the warehouse district. Ivan stands behind me, then leans down to whisper in my ear. "Do you trust me?"
I blurt out a "No."
"Shame." He says then he blindfolds me. He then grabs my hands and guides me inside. I hear loud voices talking over music. It smells unlike a regular club. It has hints of leather. The rest I can't describe, but its familiar.
"Welcome back Mr. Cameron." Someone says. "Is your guest registered?"
"No, but she will be soon. We are headed to out table." He tells the man.
Ivan grabs my arm and guides me once more. He sits me on something soft. Then I feel something around my ankles then hear a click. My heartbeats faster. The same happens to my wrists. Then the blindfold comes off. I look down. We are seated in a semi private booth. my hands are bound between my thighs and my ankles are bound separately to the table.
I look around the dining room, theres booths, semi private and others are completely open. There's tables of various sizes in the middle. All the chairs and tables have hooks for binds. The room is in various shades of grey and black. the chairs and booths are black leather. In the dead center of the room is a small stage with a large x on it. Along with a pole and a weird bench.
My nerves have gotten worse, and the nausea is still in full force. I look to Ivan. What the hell is he planning. I look back to my hands and the stage.
"I should take you up there and tie you to the bench and punish you for not being ready when I told you to be." Ivan says with the biggest grin on his face. "Have you been to a BDSM club before?"
"No. Is that what this is!" I ask panicked. "I am not in this scene." I say in a rush. I knew I didn't want to be here with him. I know a few people in the scene. They have never described it being like this. Basically kidnapped into a date. This isn't right.
"Yes. Don't worry, Dove. You will be soon. And don't worry, your punishment tonight will be a private one." He says as the waiter comes up. He is completely naked, besides the collar. There is something strange on his dick.
"Good evening Mr. Cameron. Here is the wine. I will be back soon with your salads." The waiter informs us pouring us our wine. "I see she is bound, will she be needing a straw?" He asks Ivan. Ivan shakes his head no. The waiter bows then leaves.
"How am I supposed to eat or drink with my arms bound?" I ask Ivan. He again, does not answer me. Instead he comes to my side of the table, and holds the glass for me to drink from. I want to gulp it all, but he only allows a small sip.
"There you go my dove." He says as he runs his hand up and down my thigh. He teases as though he will play with my pussy. Thankfully he doesn't.
He slowly allows me to drink the wine. By the time I'm done with my first glass, our salads have arrived. He ordered me a garden without tomato. "I made sure they left the tomatoes off our salads. I know you're allergic." He tells me.
"How did you know?" I ask.
"I know everything I need to know about you, Stevie Louise White. You grew up in Mount Forde Colorado. You have allergies to tomatoes and penicillin. Your had a cat names Harry that died last year. Your birthday is April 11th, born in 1997. Making you 23 next month. Your brother plays for University of Colorado, linebacker. He's a senior this year. Your dad died when you were 12. Your mom remarried and moved away as soon as Will graduated high school." He took a bite of his salad. "Did I forget anything?" He asks me sarcastically.
"How do you know all that? My social media is all private?" I ask him.
He ignores my question and feeds me a bite of salad. As soon as I finish my bite, he sticks a finger inside me. He starts moving then around as he takes a bite of his salad.