Twisted Souls (The Alpha Boss Book 2) (6 page)

Right. The benefits of workplace corporal punishment. His favorite topic when he wasn’t playing with my emotions. And my parts.

“Save it, Caden. You do this because you enjoy it.”

“Of course I do. When I started at Darco, we hosted an erudite speaker. He told us to follow our passion and everything else would flow from that. Inspired, the founders decided to see if we could get greater efficiency in our own way…and we have. A full ten points better than ACME, which is the industry standard.”

Slap. He hit her just with the tip of the cane. “Focus. Where do you want me to whip you?”

Anna weighed her choices. Scars would leave her embarrassed every time she wore a swimsuit. She again dismissed quitting, she’d come too far. They’d come too far. The blow would hurt between her legs, but he was right, the wounds wouldn’t show.

I’ve been a thief and a liar. I deserve his punishment.

“Okay.”

Harder, the cane fell on her thigh, though still just a tap compared to what she’d felt earlier.

“Okay, what?”

“Hit me between my legs with the cane, asshole!”

“Good choice, sweetheart. Have you watched much porn?”

She had been holding her eyes tight shut, bracing against the coming storm. His non-sequitur made them flash open. “Wha….I’ve seen some.”

“Some of the stars have quite tumescent pussies. Increased labial swelling can be a result of being caned there.” Her slit recoiled at the touch, but then pleasure shot up into her brain when his finger, not his cane, stroked her there.

“You have such nice, modest lips now. A very compact package.”

He kept rubbing and her clit hardened at the attention. Anna sighed and pushed against his hand. “Feels nice.”

Hot flesh pressed her skin. He blew into her ear, sending shivers up and down her body.

“I’m going to enjoy seeing if your lips become enlarged.”

The idea should not have turned her on. Earlier today, the image or her sensitive parts being caned would have resulted in her running screaming for the hills. But now, in the movie in her mind, her lips shook under the blows, and swelled. Her pussy grew, distended and Caden pulled her around by her labia like a dog on a leash.

Back in real life, he kept up the strokes with his fingers, pushing one in. He pressed forward, finding a new spot inside her. A novel sensation crashed into her, not like when he rubbed her clit, but like she had to pee. The feeling took over her whole pelvis. She pushed back down on him as he kept whispering about how the cane would change her pussy.

Anna clamped down on the rungs of the ladder and screamed with a throaty tone she’d never made before. Liquid splashed down her thighs.

Squirting, I’m squirting. I’ve heard of women coming and releasing gouts of liquid, but never imagined it was possible.

The metal rattle filled the room with a back-beat to her cries. Twisting and tugging against the bonds, her world shook and she didn’t want the feeling to stop. Caden kept up his infernal friction, he must have three fingers in her now and another was somehow pressing into her rectum. Humming like a well-played guitar, she pushed her body up and down on his hand, lost in passion. Waves of pleasure rocked up from her crotch and her mind played images that were becoming crazier and dirtier every second, with Caden licking her, fucking her, whipping her, all rolled into one.

At the end, the whole company watched. Anna saw herself shaking and rolling and gibbering like a wild animal on screens at desks in every cubicle, and a great cheer went up from the main cube farm floor when she came, yelling, “Oh, Caden, oh, Caden,” over and over again with the purple and blue Darco logo whirling underneath her.

thirteen

Cold hard metal pressed into her thighs and nipples. Anna panted, recovering her breath. Once, she would have recoiled from the touch of raw aluminum, but now the rugged surface felt cool and refreshing. She felt the crusty pricks of dried dirt and the little points of the grooves carved into the rungs. The now familiar roughness comforted her. Anna had always been self-controlled when dealing with the other sex. Over-controlled her mother said, seeking unrealistic perfection. Whether it was the new pill, standing on the edge of the abyss of unemployment, or some un-earthly power Caden owned, a sex-mad demon possessed her now.

Her tepid Catholic girl self burnt away before this fiery new Anna Whitehorse like trees on the slopes of a bursting volcano. Stuck on a metal ladder, on the edge of drooling—no, actually drooling in the aftermath of a real orgasm. Where lesser explosions before hit her like minor meteorites, what she’d just undergone was a supernova.

Caden’s hands gripped Anna’s shoulders, and she breathed in the sharp spice of him.

I hope I affected him as strongly as he affected me.

Then Anna felt something hard and smooth between her thighs.

Not quite. I came and he hasn’t yet.
She wiggled back and forth.

“Let me down and I’ll take care of that tool you’re poking me with, Sir.”

Caden’s hardness electrified her.

“We haven’t finished yet, Anna. I still have to administer the last part of your discipline.”

He bent into her, his breath stirring the tiny hairs around her ears. “There is still more cane in your future.”

“What is wrong with you? You can’t still be planning to use that damn thing after what we just experienced?”

“What you experienced, dear. You exploded with more vigor than anything you’ve felt before, correct?”

Anna bit her lip.

Caden ran his finger down her spine and between the cheeks of her ass. His finger tip wiggled around her hole.

“Right?”

“Yes, oh, yes. You made me feel wonderful. And,” She pushed her derriere back and his finger slipped in. “Feels to me like you enjoyed it, too.”

“I found it amusing. I like controlling you. I like spanking you and whipping you and seeing you jump. But, I can’t let my personal feelings get in the way of managing my staff and you, Anna, need a great deal more managerial attention.”

He pulled his finger out and stepped back. The clacking sound she heard must be him picking up the cane. Straining her neck, she tried to look back at him, but she couldn’t see his face.

Then she felt it again. The tip of the cane. He ran the hard little object up her spine where his finger had just thrilled her. This sent shivers in a different way.

Caden ran the solid point up over her shoulder, and then there it was in her view along the side of her cheek. She turned away from the lacquered wood.

“Kiss it, Anna.” He tapped her turned cheek. “Don’t make me tell you again.” He tapped harder. She wanted to kiss the thing. Turning her head back, she took the end of the cane between her lips and tugged, running her tongue over the smooth, slightly rounded surface.

“Good girl, that’s right. Show me how you want this between your legs.”
Anna sucked it into her mouth, nibbling with her teeth.

“That’s enough. I’ll have something else for your lips soon enough.” He pulled the cane back, removing his toy. Her lips made a popping sound.

Anna’s lust crashed back like a wave and fear filled the vacated space.

“Caden, I know you want to hit me more, but not too hard. Not down there. Please.”

Now, he ran the cane between her legs, up one trembling thigh, over dripping pussy lips, and down the other leg.

“Don’t whine. I told you to hold still, right?” He snapped the cane into the inside of her right thigh. She shrieked. He whacked the soft flesh at the top of her left leg.

“Right?”

“Yes, you did.” Anna felt a wave of submissiveness wash over her. He was right. She’d stolen the money. Moved her hands? Also guilty. Caden just gave her what she deserved.
Really? Do I deserve all this?

The counter-thought rose up in her mind. This wasn’t her normal behavior. Submissiveness, enjoying pain, not her. Could she fight this devil inhabiting her flesh? Should she?

“It’s hard to admit how you feel, Anna, but you like this. It’s chemistry. When I whip you, your mind releases endorphins and your brain treats the pain like pleasure. You’re feeling guilty now.”

How did he know what she was thinking?

“You shouldn’t feel guilty about chemistry. You believe you’re in control and thus responsible, but your meat is actually in-charge. Your mind just makes up excuses and then feels guilty about the things your body does.”

Anna was too busy analyzing her emotions to respond.

“I know because I’ve done this before. Many times. There’s no reason to blame yourself for what you enjoy. It’s natural. You’re a chemical reaction with the illusion of self-control.”

What did he say?

“You’ve done this with other women?”

Her nostrils flared in sudden anger.

“Yes. I don’t enjoy punishing men. I have my meat to deal with, too.”

Were they prettier than she was? Thinner?

I can’t believe I’m jealous of the other women he’s whipped, but I am.

“Don’t be jealous, Anna. You’re the best.” The solid head of his dick replaced the cane between her thighs.

“I’m aroused by how game you are. Most of the girls are either far from innocent or too resistant. You’re so fucking special.”

Wow, first I’ve heard him curse. I must be having an effect on him.

His hardness left her and she pushed her ass back toward him, missing it.

“I have to do my duty.”

Anna thrilled to hear his voice choking. He must not want to whip her any more. Caden must feel he had to keep hitting her for her own good. The poor man, dealing with so many responsibilities. With the weight of keeping the money coming in faster than it went out. Keeping hundreds of human beings on-task and in line. Working hard all day and not watching videos, not goofing around on websites like many of her co-workers when a manager wasn’t around.

Not stealing.

“We’ll call that enough with the cane.”

Then she heard the now familiar whistle of leather on air, and the sharp pain of the riding whip slashing over her thigh, just below the cheeks of her ass. Either Caden was going easy on her, or he was right about her chemistry, his strikes didn’t hurt as much now as before. Instead, each was more like a stimulating sting, the sharp bite of carbonation, or the in-taken breath induced by a smear of wasabi on raw tuna.

Again and again, he pulled out his whip, its whirring tip making a humming noise. She squealed with each one and counted five strikes all on her lower thigh.

“Fun, right?” Caden said. “Some people are better at converting pain into pleasure than others. You’re a natural pain-slut.”

He touched her face.

“Red like a beet,” That’s what her mom called her when Anna flushed like she flushed now.

“If you want to turn me on, I wish you would kiss me instead.”

“Are you sure about that, Anna? Here’s your choice again,” His hand was back to rubbing some soothing cream on where he’d whipped her. “Remember my offer? You stay, no bad marks on your record. The problem with the money goes away. What you’ll lose is,” He rubbed his finger over the sensitive lips of her pussy. “Me. I won’t punish you ever again. I won’t talk to you. Ms. Tolling will handle any discipline that comes up. If you want to leave, we’ll give you six months of severance and help you find something suitable.”

Free. She’d be free and able to continue her life. No more strange company, where whipping is a form of employee discipline, where instructions for corporal discipline are written in fine print in the company handbook. Where senior managers carried paddles with the company logo embossed on them. Six months’ severance would give her enough time to find some job other than flipping burgers. Or she could go back to school. In six months, she could get loan and grant applications done; that would give her enough money and time. A swarm of enjoyable possibilities danced in her mind.

But they all missed one thing.

“I wouldn’t see you again?”

“You might see me at company functions and maybe in the parking garage, but I won’t talk to you again. I won’t discipline you again.”

All this time, his hand was stroking her ass, her thighs, and her lower back. He was putting on the soothing ointment and rubbing her. On her sensitized skin, Caden’s gentleness transformed into a sublime sensation, like she was floating in temperate water under a Caribbean sky instead of hanging from a dirty metal ladder in the middle of the company break room.

It was the second best feeling she’d ever felt, while the first was the spate of orgasms she’d just had.

She wanted to feel those feelings again. She wanted to find out the key to what made Caden go hard and mean, and what later turned him soft and sweet.

I’ll be in this position again if I stay. Maybe not on this filthy ladder of pain, but bent over, taking a whip on my ass and maybe a cane on my pussy, Caden will repeat those offenses.

And I hope he does.

If my ongoing discipline leads to scars and public embarrassment, this man is worth every blow.