Secret Desire of the Beast

Chapter 9

Isabella

I watch as they pull back the curtain and we start to walk through. I see a bar on the left side of the room, tables along the right side and partly in the middle towards the back. I look around and see there are whips, chains, and other sexual things on the walls. The music is slightly sexual and relaxing. I keep looking around as we walk to a couch lounging area, it has a sign saying, 'BIRTHDAY PARTY OF ISABELLA'. This is too much but also exciting to me.

"Holy crap!!!!

"SURPRISE!!!!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY IZZY"

"Are we where I think we are?"

"We are at the BDSM club, I thought you would want to come here to hangout and maybe also get information for the column while we are here."

Wow this is crazy, I know I was wanting to come and get some experience, but this is so different. If I was going to get any information about my new submissive gift this would be the place, then. I don't know if I am excited or wanting certain things to happen, I have never been to a place like this, but I am loving the atmosphere so far. As I take a deep breath in, I look at the stage in the middle of the room and notice there is a guy on there with a woman sitting in a chair. He looks like he is enjoying giving the woman pain from the whip he is using. He is wearing a black tank top that shows off his arms and exposing tattoos that wrap around his shoulders and biceps nicely. He looks strong and good-looking. Oh gosh what am I saying right now, he turns around and I look into his eyes. OMG IT'S DANIEL!!!!! What is he doing up there? Did Carrie know he was going to be here?.

"Carr, did you know Daniel was going to be here?"

"Where is he?"

I point to him up on the stage and see that he is looking over at me. Even being a few feet away from him sends shivers down my spine, my body reacting to him even when I'm not talking to him at this very moment.

"Well, yes, we had planned for him to be here. The demo was his own doing."

"Wow, I hope he doesn't expect me to work tonight. I want to relax,"

"He isn't going to make you work. But it wouldn't be a bad thing for you to get some research."

She is right. I could use the time to gain some information. Maybe I could interview some people for the article, and I could also use it to my own advantage. I'm still trying to get used to the fact that I have a submissive gift, it feels weird. I take a deep breath and watch him closely, the way he moves around the stage has me wishing that I was in the chair being touched and whipped by him. I have never had thoughts like this before and honestly, I like it. I have been watching him for a while, it's like he put me into some kind of trance. I can't stop looking at him. It's like I have a need watch his every move, where his hands go, what his stance is like, etc. I notice he looks at me briefly and gives me a soft smirk, it makes me gulp and sit back into my seat.

"Earth to Izzy."

"What, sorry."

"You, okay?"

What did she want to say? No, I'm not ok. I'm watching this God like guy in front of me, my knees are shaking, my throat feels dry and all I can do is nod.

"Yes, I'm fine. It's like he wants to torture me."

"In what way?"

"His body, his demeanor. Just everything he does makes me feel some kind of way."

I bite my lip as she just laughs at me and orders a drink for the table we are sitting at. I'm sure she is planning something, and I don't like it one bit.