Page 7 of Taunting Tarran (Wild at Heart #1)

THE PUNISHER

The transfer of ownership for The Lickerish Lounge had been a grueling process, taking longer than expected. After months of negotiations and contracts, the club was now securely in my hands. There were to be changes, albeit minor ones, to the existing rules that had been in place for years.

Leaving the poker room, my gaze is immediately drawn to the girl gracefully swirling around a pole.

Her toned body moves with fluidity and grace, her long legs extending upwards and wrapping around the steel pole.

The soft lights above illuminate her form, casting shadows that accentuate every curve.

She arches her back, her hands touching the floor as she spins, her naked body on full display.

I stride past her, not looking nor wanting to reach out and touch her smooth skin.

‘Wanna play?’ She whispers seductively.

‘Not tonight, honey,’ I reply, tugging at my jacket as I continue towards the bar.

‘Suit yourself,’ she purrs before focusing on another patron.

Suddenly, a familiar voice booms from behind the bar. I turn to see Maribel, one of the managers of this establishment, beckoning me over.

‘Mr Lewis!’ she greets me warmly. ‘Maribel,’ I respond with a smile.

‘We’re ready for you. I wondered when this day would come.’ She says with a hint of playful accusation as she taps the side of my arm.

‘You know how it is,’ I brush off lightly, ‘but now I’m here, how are the clients adjusting to the changes?’

‘Very well, some have really embraced them,’ Maribel informs me proudly. ‘Come, I’ll give you the grand tour. In fact, we have a couple mid-session if you would like to see.’

‘Why not,’ I agree, curious about the new additions to the facility.

Following Maribel, I enter through the Staff Only door and into a dimly lit hallway. The walls are lined with one-way mirrors, giving us a voyeuristic feel to the space. Each room we pass has different apparatuses installed, some unfamiliar to me.

Maribel proudly shows me each room, explaining its purpose. ‘This room has only been used a handful of times since its remodel,’ she says with a sly smile.

‘Jolly good. How does it work?’ I ask curiously.

‘We call this room our Thud Room. It’s where we keep the paddle, flogger, baton, punching gloves and boots,’ she responds, pointing out each item hanging on the wall as she lists them off.

I nod in understanding until my eyes land on something that makes me cringe. ‘And what is that?’ I point to a device that looks like it could cause serious pain.

‘That’s a Humbler. It clamps around the base of the scrotum while it’s drawn back between the legs…’ Maribel explains before I quickly cut her off.

‘I don’t need to know any more, thank you,’ I shudder, grasping my cock to assure myself it is still there.

‘Anyway, Madam Jade is about to perform her Tamakeri,’ Maribel continues on as if nothing happened.

‘A what now?’ I ask, feeling more and more uncomfortable with each passing moment.

‘Ball kicking,’ she clarifies.

‘Moving on,’ I interrupt, trying to rush through the tour. ‘I don’t have much time.’

‘Not your thing, hey, Mr Lewis?’ she jokes. ‘Rightio, this way,’ Maribel leads me down the hallway until I stop abruptly in front of another one-way mirror.

‘Wait! What’s this room?’ I ask anxiously.

‘This is for the really depraved.’ Maribel says as her eyebrows rise up and down.

The sound of the modified saw is deafening, drowning out the woman’s muffled screams. My mouth dries as I begin to process what I’m seeing. Her body convulses with each jagged movement of the dildo that had replaced the blade, and I feel a twinge in my trousers at the display.

‘What is he doing to her?’ I ask as my cock twinges at the sight of the helpless woman.

‘That’s The Conqueror’s room, he brings his own equipment. I can assure you it’s been thoroughly approved!’ Maribel nods.

I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding before me as the man’s steady hand guides the machinery closer. The girl is contorted in agony and fear, her limbs taut against the restraints,

My eyes scan over the woman’s body, tracing the curves of her legs. ‘Stop the session!’ I demand, my voice trembling with disbelief.

‘Maribel’s eyes widen, ‘I...I don’t think I can do that.’

‘Do it. Do it now!’ I insist, feeling sick to my stomach.

Maribel quickly presses the intercom next to the speaker, her hand shaking slightly as she calls for the session to be stopped.

My eyes remain locked onto the girl. I’ve seen some messed up shit in my life, but nothing had prepared me for this moment.

I knew taking over my father’s assets was going to be a challenging task; I firmly disagreed with many of his business deals, but I also knew clubs like The Lickerish Lounge served a purpose, but this? This wasn’t what I agreed to.

‘Stop it NOW before I thump the cunt!’ I yell, unable to contain my rage.

Ignoring Maribel’s protests, I burst into the room and quickly move to free the woman from her restraints. My heart races as I take in her bruised and battered body that’s cold to the touch.

‘What are you doing here?’ I whisper to her as I carry her out of the room.

‘You can’t do this! You can’t just barge into a session,’ The Conqueror growls, ‘Someone call security!’

His voice echoes through the room as I storm out. The Conqueror glares at me as I sternly warn him. ‘I suggest you move out of my way before…’

The girl groans in response and my heart cracks at the state of her, a small fragile creature with bruises and cuts marring her delicate features.

My hand reaches out instinctively to soothe her pain as I softly stroke her hair. ‘Come on, sweetheart,’ I speak gently, trying to wake her up from her dazed state. ‘Wake up.’

I storm out of the club clutching her frail body close to my chest, and then lower her into the back of my car. After retrieving a knife from my glove compartment, I cut through the zip ties that bind her wrists. It takes a few minutes but finally she stirs muttering through dry lips.

‘Whaaat’s g-going…on?’ she exhales, struggling to form words.

‘Where do you live?’ I ask, kneeling in front of her grasping her wrists as she tries to remove the blindfold. ‘That’s not a good idea.’

Through swollen lips, she mutters an address. Without hesitation, I whip off my tie, retie her hands, open the car boot and carefully place her inside before slamming it shut.

‘I’m sorry, but it has to be this way.’