Twisted Souls (The Alpha Boss Book 2) (2 page)

“Stop fighting it, Anna. I can see your desire leaking down your legs.”

He moved behind her.

Anna’s juices poured forth as if Caden’s dominant tone opened the floodgates to a dam. Analyzing her feelings told her nothing new. Pleasing him excited her, even when his pleasure included whipping her on the break table.

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“For this punishment, I will give you twelve cuts of the crop on your backside. Then we’ll proceed to phase two.”

“Please, stop, Mr. Morning, someone will hear.”

“This room is well enough sound proofed against the crack of the whip. Of course, if you wail like a banshee, it might penetrate the walls. Have you heard anyone screaming here at Darco??”

On several occasions Anna had heard shrieks. She’d asked about it and been told that the bosses sometimes used the break room to watch movies. She hadn’t thought more about the occasional squeals and cries after that.

Caden Morning lay the crop over the upper part of her fleshy ass cheeks well stretched by her position, patting them with it like a gentle kiss. Anna cringed, her legs trembling. She tried to keep her face from joining her breasts and belly on the messy table.

“Please count out the strokes, Anna.”

The crop burned down on her soft skin. “One,” she gasped.

Each blow drove her forward, pulling against the table top and the sticky stains that tried to keep her skin in place.

After the sixth blow, she couldn’t keep her head up anymore and surrendered her cheek to a pile of white powder from someone’s donut.

“Eleven,” she croaked out, glad to be near done. The pain wasn’t as bad as the embarrassment of having to count the strokes. Anna struggled to suppress her cries when the whip came down. She kept imagining fat old Fred working late, hearing her yelp and smiling. Eating another donut. Thinking about Fred scarfing down fried dough helped her keep her screams in check.

After the twelfth one, Caden set the crop on her back.

“Good start, Anna. You counted correctly and you didn’t cry out.”

What could he mean by a good start? Wouldn’t twelve hard strokes with that evil crop satisfy his craving for punishment?

She sneaked a glance back at him, and sucked in her breath to see that, although dry, the front of his pants tented outward.

Mr. Morning clearly was not yet satisfied.

five

“Get on the table. Face down.”

The plastic table shifted under her. It appeared very sturdy when she had her lunch or had a coffee break, but the plastic top could not be built for supporting a body straining and failing to escape the blows of a manager.

“Is it strong enough?” Anna had a horrible vision of breaking the damn thing. Maintenance often required days to fix or replace a broken desk. Repairing the table would take longer than that. Meanwhile, everyone would be talking about her weight and asking why in the hell she climbed on top of it in the first place.

Whack. Something thin and solid crashed down on her skin. A greater pain than anything she had experienced slashed into her upper thighs. Stings ran up her skin and she shrieked into the table. Anna coughed, sucking in sugar and crumbs with her hasty breath.

My old friend, the cane.

“We’ve spent enough time in training for you to know you need to obey at once. From now on, failure to comply with alacrity to my directives will result in a stroke of the cane.”

Caden placed his palm on her new welt, his warmth soothing the sting.

“Put your knees underneath you.”

Everything she’d learned in Catholic School cried out against getting into the position Caden ordered. It would put her privates on full display. Well, she’d already showed him that, and he’d had his fingers all over her. But it was just lewd to put her knees under her on a table, like the Thanksgiving meat, stuffed and displayed for the pleasure of the dinner guests.

Anna’s perverted pussy throbbed.

Caden Morning swished his infernal rod through the air. It made a loud high whistle. She jumped when he thwacked it on the table above her head.

Anna scrambled to get her knees underneath her. The plastic table top creaked and bent, but it held. The position elevated her posterior into the air, and the air breezed over her sensitive labia. Exposed for anyone to see.

And for Caden Morning to whip.

“Reach down between your legs and grab your left ankle with your right hand.”

“What for?”

Wham. Caden again smacked the table next to her head with his cane. Anna jumped, her flesh trying to escape the blow faster than her skin.

“Obedience, Anna, just do what I tell you, please. Each time I have to repeat myself, I increase the severity of your chastisement.”

Anna sighed and stretched, grasping her ankle, which Caden wrapped up with some of the nylon strapping.

“Be proactive, please.”

At first she didn’t understand what he meant, then she got it and grabbed her other ankle with her right hand.

“Good girl. You’ve shown that you can control yourself in a difficult situation. I will note that on your record. Now arch your back up, and keep it that way, or I’ll show you a more diabolical tool than the cane.”

“What are you going to do?” Silly question. When she stuck her ass up in the air, he would do something cruel to it. She knew that.

“I don’t want to damage my instrument by hitting the table again, Anna. The next one will fall on a very soft place instead.”

She grabbed her ankles.

“Good girl. Now cross your wrists behind your knees.”

Caden pushed her hands towards her head. To avoid fighting against his insistent shoving hands and risking a cane on her ‘soft place’, she found herself having to raise her hips higher.

Caden pushed her wrists against the back of her knees and then ran one end of the nylon up and, again, looped it around her neck. This pulled her wrists, and they, in turn, pressed against the backs of her knees, pulling them forward.

The way he tied her forced her to keep her plump tush elevated.

A perfect target. For Caden’s whip.

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Caden set the cane down and stood to her side. His left hand reached over and stroked her breast. His right hand brought the crop down on her raised ass.

“Ow,” she cried. He rubbed her nipple with his thumb.
He’s going to do that thing again where he turns me on when he whips me.

Caden hit her again, the strike rocking up Anna’s body.

“The first one didn’t count. What did you forget to do?”

“Two, that’s two.” She cried.

Whack! Whack! Two more strikes rained down on her skin.

“Obey, Anna. I will pick up the cane again.”

She struggled to figure out what she did wrong. Then she realized.

“One,” she whispered.

Another line of fire stroked her skin. “Don’t make me strain to hear you.”

“One.” she shouted.

“Good, now we can begin. Keep your back arched.”

Anna pushed her haunches up and out, her tears making a puddle on the table top.

Being whipped by a handsome man, or trying to string things along with several part time retail or fast food jobs, which was in truth more masochistic? At least with Darco and Caden, she’d be paid enough to live and she’d just have to keep one man satisfied. That should be easier and pay better than making hundreds of customers happy every day.

A stripe of fire over her backside cut through her thoughts.

“Anna?”

She couldn’t believe Caden’s offer to forgive what she owed if she refused to accept at-will punishments would leave her enjoying long-term employment at Darco. Anna did not see a good future in a company where the boss shunned you.

“Two.”

Two of what? When will he stop?

“How many are you going to do?”

“I’ll say twelve. It’s important for employees to have a goal. When we reach it, we’ll review your performance.”

She counted to six without crying out again, though each one crashed down harder than the last. With his left hand, he continued his teasing, squeezing her nipple between his finger and his thumb. Her world centered and shrank, laser focus switching between the recurring sharp strikes on her fanny and the electric thrills generated by his pinching fingers.

Then she felt the tip of the crop brush up between her legs and she bit down on her lip.
Not again.

“Are you ready?

“I’m not ready for you to hit me there,” Anna cried. “Isn’t there some other way?”

Her voice shook and her rapid breath dried her throat like a desert wind. However, her juices that had been a steady dribble now reached flood status and her traitorous pussy ached for attention. Anna couldn’t believe how turned on her body was by Caden Morning’s perverse mixture of pain and pleasure. Her misgivings bubbled to the surface again and she bit her lip to avoid screaming out the magic word.

I already decided not to quit. He told me he would hit me there and I resolved to take it. I’m sticking with my decision.

Her throbbing sex helped make up her mind. (not sure what you mean to say here?)

My God, am I a pervert just like Caden? The flip side of his madness? He likes to hurt me and I like being hurt? Is this what they mean by finding your soul mate?

Caden Morning answered her question by cutting the crop upward and banging her directly on her clit. She yowled and scratched at the table, trying to scramble away. Though trussed like a roasted chicken, Anna managed to twist and fall to her side.

But, her struggle to get away accomplished nothing. With her wrists bound behind her knees, whether she knelt or lay on her side, he could still hit her in the same soft targets.

“Return to your position,” he yelled, grabbing up the cane. He slashed it at her, twice on her ass square and the third time, he struck in a way that made the tip curl upward and hit her square on her clit.

Limbs flailing against her bonds, Anna struggled to re-assume her position. With Mr. Morning yelling, “Get back, get back—”, she managed to get her knees under her and cower on the table again.

“I’m in place,” she wailed. Anna arched her bottom up as high as she could raise it and wiggled to get his attention.

“Good girl.”

Caden’s cane clattered as he set it down.

“Thank goodness,” she sighed.

“Now, where were we?”

“The next one is number seven, Sir,” she said. Her entire area below the waist burned like a pot full of coals smoldered behind her. She hoped it would be over soon, and she hoped he wouldn’t hit her pussy with the cane again. The crop, Anna could tolerate. It bit hard on her body, but after the first few blows, the leather slap transformed from pain to a good strong lick.

But, the cane blazed like an overheated hot-tub, no way a sensation that strong could ever be pleasurable.

“Good girl,” he said, and ran his hand up her thigh. He rubbed the sore lips of her channel. Anna couldn’t help herself and pushed back against his fingers. How could this abominable man be so nice one moment and so vicious the next? Surely she could find his secret and civilize his violent tendencies? He would be such a great catch if she could tame his painful kink.

“The next five will be delivered in the same place as the last one,” he said, caressing her swollen clit.

“Not there?” She pulled away from him. “Not five more between my…my legs?”

“Yes, here, Anna. What good is a punishment if it’s easy for you to take? You are remarkably slick and puffy here now and I think you might enjoy more hard licks.”

Licks, yes. With something soft and wet, but not with the tip of that crop.

“Please, hit my ass or my…my boobs, but not there, not between my legs.”

He slapped her.

“Are you arguing with my decision? I could use the cane some more.”

He picked that instrument up and swished it through the air.

That would be tons worse. “No, no, sir, I’m not arguing.” What could she say to stop him using the cane? She’d over-played her hand, and now only unconditional surrender would stave off disaster.

“Please, hit me with the crop, sir.” Anna struggled to control her trembling lips. “Please hit me between my legs.”

seven

“Your wish, my lady.” With that, Caden snapped the crop upward, catching her by surprise. “Please, oh, my God, not so hard,” Anna whined.

With her ankles bound to her wrists and her arms crossed beneath her on the break room table, Anna had never felt more powerless. She stretched her neck to the side, straining to see what Caden planned to do next.

“This final phase of your punishment will be the severest. You are to keep your back arched and your ass up as high as you can. I’m going to give you those final five I promised with the crop and then some with the cane.”