Twisted Souls (The Alpha Boss Book 2) (7 page)

She wanted to find out more about who he was, but also more about who she was.

“I want to stay,” she whispered, shocked to be saying the words.

“Please speak up. State your desire with clarity.”

“Oh, you deaf and stupid man. I want to stay here, stay with you, and keep working at Darco.”

Caden’s hands stopped stroking. His right hand slapped her where the round cheek of her behind creased into her thigh. This morning, it would have been a painful, embarrassing spank in a highly sensitive spot. But something had changed within her. He’d changed something. Now, the strike felt good, shooting a spark of pleasure into her clit and up into her brain.

“You know what that means?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Tell me.”

He was going to make this difficult, the bastard. Her bastard.

“You’re going to whip me for any mistake. You’ll whip me at work, in the office, and maybe here in the break room. I’ll have to pay the company for what I stole and Ms. Tolling will keep a sharp eye on me.”

“The problem is, Anna, I like whipping you. You might be a model employee from now on. Then, what will I do with you?”

She gasped. As she suspected, he didn’t want to just be her boss.

“It might be…” She stopped, her mind spinning. Was she really going to tell her boss to whip her for his pleasure? When he wanted to? That she would welcome his discipline?

I am. I do.

“It could be that you’ll whip me just because you want to. When you want to.”

She swore she heard him sigh behind her.

Now I’ve become a twisted soul like him.

“I think I can agree with that. We’ll need another contract, though. I don’t want to get in trouble with HR.”

Weird.

How could Caden Morning, Regional Manager and Board member of Darco, Inc., get in trouble with HR? With HR led by Miss Tolling? She seemed cowed by him. Anna let the thought go. In her present mood, she’d sign any contract he put in front of her. Helpless, she trusted him now because of the way he made her feel.

My lonely days are gone.

fourteen

Caden Morning untied her wrists and her ankles. Blood rushed back in to her extremities with sharp pinpricks. Her legs cramped and she was too weak to stand at first. Another need pushed forward.

“Caden, I have to pee.”

“Of course. Let me assist you.”

She tried to take a step toward the ladies room, but her legs shook and she stumbled.

Caden grabbed her elbow with a steadying hand.

He’s going to watch me pee now?

“It will take a bit to get your knees back under you.”

Resigned, she let him help her into the bathroom, where she slammed herself down on the throne and let her golden juice gush out.

Anna’s position on the toilet, with Caden standing before her, put his fly right in front of her face.

Looking her in the eyes, he undid his belt and let down his pin-striped pants, then he extricated the white boxers from around his shaft. They flowed like water.

Must be silk.

A bluish-black fur covering his legs, especially given his smooth chest and well groomed groin.

Noticing where her gaze fell and her look of surprise, he grinned. “If not for good manscaping, I’d appear to be a satyr.”

Anna knew what a satyr was from her mythology class, a sort of man-goat involved with the ancient Greek Gods.

The head raged out from his foreskin. The skin was rough, approaching scaly, but the eager tip poked out smooth and glistening. He left no hair covering his cock’s base, his inky fur had been trimmed smooth into a neat V dropping down from his runner’s girdle.
He likes the look of a Brazilian like I do.

Naked and hairless, his parts looked larger than normal, at least in Anna’s limited experience.

Can I get all that meat into my mouth?

Below his proud shaft hung huge, also naked balls, round and roped with veins, looming like new planets in her view. A bead of clear liquid dripped from the hole in the plum-like tip, and she shot her tongue out, capturing the drop. The taste surprised her, sweet and spicy like a Chinese sauce, not the sour and salty flavor she’d expected. She licked her lips.

“Mm, now I get to play.” She looked up at him and the view of his rippling abs rising into his well-muscled chest, cresting with his sharp chin and lidded eyes watching her like a lustful hawk, stoked the fire of desire burning inside her. She turned her eyes and all her attention to the demanding little head in front of her and licked from his shaft to his slit.

Caden’s sharp sweat was multiplied by a rich and smoky scent rising from the liquid leaking out of his engorged manhood.

“Come on, Anna. You know you want to.”

She did. Want to.

“Can anyone see us?”

“Those aren’t monitored unless someone reports a problem.” Caden Morning stroked her hair, pulling her head to him, rubbing her nose in the smooth skin around the base of his dick.

“I’ll get a copy tomorrow. This is a night to remember.”

Ice rushed through her veins, then fire. He could watch her being whipped, and coming while he played with her. Soon, he’d be able to watch her sucking him. Unless an earthquake or tornado and act of God changed everything in the next few minutes, he’d be able to watch himself fucking her.

Caden could show his friends. He could show anyone. He said he would keep it need-to-know, but how many would he decide were in that chosen group?

His decision, not mine.

Caden pushed her head back from where she’d been kissing and licking the silky flesh of his groin, spacing out in her thoughts.

Anna lowered her head and slipped his ripe fruit into her mouth. She felt the velvet softness with her tongue, and tasted the sweet sauce of his pre-cum. Lips over her teeth to avoid nicking the soft part of himself that he was trusting her with, Anna wrapped her lips around Caden Morning’s rigid shaft. Cupping his balls, she urged him forward.

Caden’s fingers tangled in her hair.

“Good girl, Anna. You suck so well.”

A quiver rolled through her at his words.

I should hate him, but I love to hear my name on his lips. What is it about this man that has changed me into a dick-loving slut? A whip-loving slut?

“Play with yourself, Anna. Rub yourself while you suck me.”

She obeyed, putting her fingers down between her legs. Then she drew them back. She hadn’t wiped.

“Do it, Anna. Play with yourself. Now.”

He’d been commanding people to do things all his life, and he’d been commanding her all afternoon. Caden Morning had her doing things she’d never expected to do. As if her hand had a will of its own, she found her clit and stroked.

“Good girl. Rub yourself hard. I want you to come when I do.”

As though she’d been practicing for this moment all her life, her mind shut down and she pulled her head back and then thrust forward, taking his rod deep into her throat. Up and down, she fell into a rhythm, moaning like the thrusting of his cock’s head against her tonsils pulled a wire connected to her clit.

“Suck me like a popsicle, Anna.”

She obeyed at once, licking up and down like his juices smacked of the nectar of the gods themselves. The flavor had to be just in her mind, but now, he tasted sweeter, like pineapple and coconut. Pina Colada. Anna’s favorite drink.

While her right hand busied itself between her thighs, her other fist went to his shaft and she moved her grasp up and down, slipping with a lubrication that must be for the most part her spit, though it flowed like fine butter. Smooth. Silky.

A blow-job is like typing. I can use both hands at once without thinking about it.

He increased his rhythm and then she heard him grunting. A most un-Caden Morning like sound. It was like the bass drum of a reggae song, her favorite music to masturbate to. Glad that she could make him break his reserve and grunt like a monkey, she rocked her head in time with his thrusts.

“I’m going to come, Anna. Swallow it all down.”

Caden’s velvety cockhead swelled all of a sudden and he pushed deep down inside her. She’d never deep throated a man before, but she felt herself open. Anna’s body knew just what to do.

For an instant, her mind rebelled. Could she consume this man’s come? The man who had been her remote and scary boss this morning, and then her stern disciplinarian all afternoon?

Steamy liquid spurting into her mouth answered her question. Again, defying expectations, it tasted sweet and intoxicating, like she was imbibing a fine drink at an expensive bar instead of slurping down her boss’ sperm in the ladies room after work.

He thrust over and over again into her mouth, each push accompanied by a jet of sizzling fluid, until he let out a wall-shaking roar. The aftermath of his ecstatic growl subsided into a sigh. Caden held her head to his manhood.

Anna licked up and down his still huge shaft, delighting in finding the nooks and crannies where his seed lurked.

She smiled up to see him looking down at her. His look was not tender, but it was less stern than before. He looked more like a happy lover than a disciplinarian boss.

“
That
was nice,” she said, echoing his earlier words.

Like water dropping off pines after a heavy rain, sweat dripped from the points of his salt and pepper hair as he gazed at her. His rich mane no longer in this morning’s perfect coif, it now stood matted and scruffy.

The mop on his head made him look more like a well-aged rock star than a stiff company executive.

“Get back up on the table, Anna.”

She raised her brows to him, looking into his eyes. Was that any way to talk to someone who just made love to your dick?

“Get on the table now.” He stepped back and looked at her.
He’s coming out of his stern boss shell, and now he looks more like a man hungry for his woman should look.

Then like a curtain had come down, the hungry look left his eyes.

“I like where this is going tonight, Anna, but I have one more contract you need to sign before we can proceed.”

fifteen

Anna lay back on the rough and none too clean break table, stained now with their drying juices as well as the coffee, soda, and berry filling from the work day donuts. She watched Caden Morning rummage through his bag. She felt the crumbs from the day’s snacks, and sticky spots from the soda spills. He’d rushed her out of the bathroom with a light swat from his crop, not letting her clean herself up.

“I worked hard to get you all dirty, babe,” he’d said. “Stay that way for me for now.”

His dry come crinkled on her face and made tangles in her hair. Wetness from between her legs dripped onto the break table to mix with the remains of the day’s passion and snacks.

Licking her lips, she rolled over, ready for more fun. Caden placed something on the table. Straining to see in the room lit by the flickering electric glow from the soda machines and the red of the exit signs, she recognized it.

Anna groaned. Instead of a new toy or torture device, the new object was a sheaf of more paperwork.

Covered in dense legalese.

“Please, Caden, I can’t read that.”

“Do you want me to turn on a light? Get a witness? Call the company lawyer?”

“I’m glaring at you,” she said, in case he couldn’t see her expression.

“It’s just a formality that says I own you now, body and soul, Anna.” He traced a finger along her cheek. She sucked at his skin with her lips.

“That’s true, right?” He pressed a second finger into her mouth.

What did it matter? If she didn’t sign, he’d kick her out and she’d be back where she started. Without him. If he needed her to sign the document, Anna would. She’d come too far not to trust him.

Plus, she was panting and dripping and they had business to finish.

Anna grabbed the pen he offered and scrawled her name where his finger pointed. Whatever the statement was she’d signed under duress of impending orgasm and in the light of a Redbone Cola machine, there could be no way her scrawl would hold up in any U.S. Court.

“Good girl,” he said and pulled the paper away and put it in his case.

Returning, he carried nothing but his fleshy sword, which stood iron-hard in front of him.

Fast recovery.

Swollen skin brushed down over her belly. The touch of Caden’s distended meat caused her nipples to peak, a meeting between equally rigid organs. He rubbed the little hole in the tip of his cock around her nipple, pushing against her like he wanted to put her hard nub inside himself.

Still on her side, Anna arched herself toward him.

Caden steered his cock’s plum-like head down to the sopping and trembling lips of her pussy, and rubbed the sensitive skin around her opening. She ached for him to shove it in and pound her like a bass drum at a Nikki show.