Page 5 of Taunting Tarran (Wild at Heart #1)
‘Your Dom will be here shortly,’ the woman says with an unsettling calmness, before turning away, and leaving me in confusion.
Something is wrong. Something is different.
An uneasy feeling settles in the pit of my stomach.
My instincts scream at me to leave and get the hell out of here, yet, the very same curiosity that drew me here now chains me to the spot.
Countless possibilities race through my mind in a matter of seconds, each one more terrifying than the last, and each one sending more and more adrenaline coursing through my veins.
‘Wait, excuse me, who are you?’ I demand, but she ignores me, closing the door with a chilling finality. The sound of the lock clicking into place sends a shiver down my spine. I pull on the handle, but it’s locked. I’m trapped! The room plunges into complete darkness and I start to worry.
‘Hello? Where’s Darren?’ I call out, my voice trembling.
‘Quiet!’ hisses a low, menacing voice from the shadows.
Then, through the faint light with the lighting of a candle, I can make out a man sitting in a leather chair, his chiseled jawline reflecting off the flickering candlelight.
My eyes lock onto him as he leans towards me, causing my heart to flutter.
‘Oh, thank god, Darren…’ I breathe ou t in relief.
‘I’m not Darren,’ he answers coldly.
‘Oh, my apologies, I usually have Darren. If you could just unlock the door, I’ll see myself out. My mistake,’ I say quickly, hoping to diffuse the tension.
‘Get on your knees,’ he commands.
‘Excuse me?’ I stammer as my stomach drops.
‘That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? Why you’re here every week,’ he taunts. ‘You know the rules, Tarran. It is Tarran , isn’t it?’
‘Yes…but…’ I can feel him watching me from the shadows waiting for me to obey his command.
‘Then do as I say. You should have known better than to greet me standing on your feet,’ he says with a hint of amusement in his voice.
My knees start to buckle, and I lower myself to the floor.
‘Much better,’ he groans.
‘Look, I think there has been some kind of mistake.’
‘You signed a disclaimer, did you not?’
‘I did…’
‘Then I own you. Now do as you’re fucking told!’ With a snarl he rises to his feet, looming over me like a predator ready to pounce.
‘You’re not making me feel very comfortable.
I want to leave.’ My heart races as I cower before him, my eyes fixed on the floor in a silent display of submission.
Suddenly, he rips his belt from his trouser loops and snaps it in front of my face.
I bare my teeth in defiance, daring him to make a move, but darkness descends as a blindfold is tightly secured over my eyes leaving me trapped in a moment of uncertainty.
His belt wraps around my neck, cutting off my breath as his hands fist in my hair.
I struggle against his grip, ‘Where is Darren?’ I demand, but his grip tightens its hold on me as his wide palm seizes my throat. ‘Didn’t they tell you at reception? The Lickerish Lounge is under new management.’
Before I can respond, a ragged cloth is shoved into my mouth, muffling my protests and groans, and as he cinches my hands behind my back, he lowers my back onto the floor. My teeth bite into the musty, rancid taste of the cloth as it fills my mouth, making it harder to breathe.
‘Open your legs,’ he commands. ‘And if I were you, I wouldn’t move. Your pussy will do all the work.’
No, no, no, this isn’t why I’m here. There has to be a mistake!
With a forceful tug, he yanks my trousers off. His snigger echoed through the room, sending shivers down my spine.
‘She bears the mark!’ a woman’s voice snaps through the room’s speakers. ‘She might be worth a bob, don’t damage her too much.’
Snarling, the man flips me onto my stomach, pressing my cheek harshly into the red carpet.
Its fibres scraping against my skin like a pumice stone.
I grunt through the cloth as he lifts my hips, tucking my knees underneath to prop up my arse, rendering me completely helpless.
I’m subdued. As much as I fight, I cannot move.
My arms are tightly bound behind my back, and I’m unable to haul myself up.
I get the red mist, rage and despair consuming me as I hear the metallic click of a gun being cocked.
‘So…you didn’t learn your lesson the first time round, hey?’ the man taunts.
He grabs a fistful of hair and smashes my face into the floor. ‘Nooo.’ I moan in pain. He ignores me, unfastening his jeans while tears stream down my cheeks, and I struggle against him twisting myself in defiance.
Then, a buzzing sound fills the air, the whine steadily rising in volume, growing louder and more intense.
My screams struggle to break free through the fabric, a mix of guttural cries and strained whimpers, barely audible filled with raw panic and fear.
The suffocating fabric reduces my voice to a haunting almost animalistic noise that absorbs my breath as I gasp for air between each muffled cry.
And as I feel the reciprocating machinery thrumming against me between my legs, I still as if my life depends on it.
The sudden impact of the man’s spit spattering against my pussy makes me jump, and with one powerful thrust the machine forces itself inside me.
My mouth hangs open in a silent scream as I am violated by the whirring apparatus.
The man grunts in satisfaction and laughs as he repeatedly rams it into me exaggerating its back-and-forth motion.
‘Abso-fucking-beautiful,’ he mutters. I cannot stop him. I cannot stop the violation, defeat coating my skin like a film of sweat .
‘THAT’S ENOUGH!’ the woman’s voice echoes. We’re being watched! I’m being watched. Help me!
‘I’m not finished yet!’ he growls in response as he withdraws the pounding machine and spits at my entrance again before roughly running his hands over and around me to smear his saliva.
‘Session is terminated!’ she snaps through the speakers. ‘We have a problem.’
He removes the cloth that has been muffling my cries and replaces it with his hardened cock. Its protruding veins rippling the corners of my mouth as he forcefully pushes into me. Withdrawing, he smacks my cheek with it, and grunts, ‘Good girl.’