Twisted Souls (The Alpha Boss Book 2) (8 page)

Being Caden Morning, he needed to torture her again. A chair squeaked on the floor and he sat down at the end of the table, pulling her legs to him. Now the stale crumbs bit at her tortured skin and the sticky soda spots grabbed at her, causing a thousand tiny punishing points of painful light on her back. But she was far past the time when minor pains could break her mood, and the bites just made her endorphin levels soar and her pussy throb.
The way I feel now, if he put me on a pile of army ants, I bet I would be turned on while they chewed me to death.

Sex with Caden was proving to be more powerful a narcotic than any of the drugs she’d tried in her experimental phase. White powders, pills, stinky herbs; none of them came close to the strange high from Caden Morning’s kinky play.

“I want to taste you.”

She cringed at the thought of what witches brew her pussy would’ve mixed up after hours of sweat, come, and…she still never wiped.

Pulling back, she said, “I should clean up…”

Smack! His hand slapped her pussy, making a slobbering sound as juices splashed out. The petty pain jolted her clit, and sent a white scorching stab into her brain

“Keep still, Anna. I know what I want.”

If anyone did, he did. She looked into his eyes and saw raw hunger there. Trembling, she moaned and lay back, releasing herself to his ministrations and shutting off her mind’s screams that she needed to be perfect down there before he could see.

Before he could taste.

Caden grasped her hips and she felt his lips run over the soft skin of her belly. He traced a few of the welts he’d made there, nibbling lightly on the raised flesh and sending pangs of pleasure into her mind. Anna realized he’d expanded her erogenous zones with his whipping and now acres of her skin puffed up, swollen and rich with aroused nerves and blood. Caden followed one line down to her pussy and ran his tongue up and down each side, licking and slurping the tangy mixture.

“Mm,” he moaned like a connoisseur tasting fine wine on a show she’d watched once. Caden closed his eyes and snuffed like her aroma got him high

Then, his fingers lightly grasped her lips and parted her, exposing her inner core to his flicking tongue. He sucked it into his mouth, and she felt the sharp points of his teeth holding her nubbin tight. His tongue flicked her clit like a tiny wet lash, and her little boatman stood up to meet it like a fisherman with the catch of his life on the line.

“Oh, Caden, yes, lick it, bite me, use your teeth.”

He did just that with a perfect rhythm in time with her pants, and she spread her legs and pushed back against him with the same beat. He slipped a finger into her wetness and crooked it forward, like he was pulling her to him. This action discovered some other sensitive spot inside her that doubled the sensation from her throbbing nub. Another climax burst over her like a tsunami, roaring in her ears, and gushing from between her legs.

Spurting liquids she didn’t know she could make before tonight all over his face, one part of her shrank back, mortified. But another part of Anna, the part in control now, exulted to see Caden Morning, Regional Manager of Darco, Incorporated, sitting before her like a supplicant, slurping down everything she produced.

When she finished writhing and squirting, Caden rained kisses down there and she felt worshiped and perfect, happy just to be able to give him this and see how he enjoyed the taking.

To see him dripping with her juices. Literally.

“You’re so wet,” Anna moaned. Her dainty side came back out and she put her hand to her mouth. “I’m sorry, I don’t usually do that.”

“Don’t apologize, Anna. You’re juice is sweet to me like the fountain of youth. Keeps me hale and strong.” He said this with an open, generous smile and for the first time, Anna saw the real Caden Morning, the boy and the young man he must have been before becoming the Regional Manager and the asshole boss with the whip.

sixteen

Anna wanted him on top of her now.

“Turn over.”

There was no arguing with his commanding voice, and Anna flipped onto her stomach, feeling the table’s crusty surface chew into her breasts and sensitive thighs.

“Get on your knees.”

Anna struggled to get her languid legs to obey. She crossed her arms under her head and thrust her backside up into the air.

“Lovely,” Caden groaned. His fingers found a sensitive spot on her buns, a line of fire left by his cane, and he traced it. Her welts buzzed, running across the pears of her bottom. As her ripe fruit had been well whipped, her up thrust mounds jutted like some giant clitoris, full of sensitive nerves that sparkled with fire at his touch.

Caden crawled up behind her, the break table creaking. “Mr. Morning, are you sure this is appropriate? On the table? There’s a couch back in the office.” Anna longed for the soft leather. The cushions.

“Hah. I’m taking you here like a good snack. Imagine your friends eating off this table. I want you to take all your breaks and come in here for coffee. I think I’ll have bagels and donuts brought in, courtesy of Darco. I’ll drop by and we’ll discuss the rain and the flavor of the pastries.”

Caden rubbed his penis on her thigh, growing harder. Anna grew wetter, scenes of people eating off the table dancing in her head.

What if the recordings leaked out and everyone in the office saw what she did to their shared space?

“Yes, take me here,” she moaned and pushed her ravaged ass back into him, feeling his smooth shaft and the stiff velvet hairs of his legs. Being Caden Morning, he teased his cockhead around her tumescent lips, up and down, and then struck her clit with the swollen head. Every one of those taps sent an electric shock into her brain, driving her like an elevator going up, ding-ding-ding, all the way to the top.

Then he pushed her legs apart. Splayed up on the table, prepared like a roast, she spread her legs wide for him to consume her with pleasure. She had never felt more open. She had never felt more controlled and there was no place in the world she would rather be than right here, right now, writing the story of Caden Morning and Anna Whitehorse.

seventeen

He stabbed into her, and she thrilled that he was the first. Caden pushed inside with his smooth, blunt plumb, where no man had gone before. The college boys she’d played with had been sweet. Nice. Boring. She had not wanted to go all the way with any of them and none had pushed the issue. This was her first time. She had to tell him.

“Oh, Mr. Morning, that feels so good. You’re my first, and best lover.”

He stopped his smooth thrust for an instant. “You’re first?”

“Yes, Sir, I was a virgin before tonight.”

Technically.

“So your first time is after getting punished by your boss, on the break table at work.”

“Yes.” The idea was sick and wrong. Her ass made a wet slapping sound as he lifted her up and slammed her back down with each thrust. A river of juice poured from her, making a lake in the dent their combined bodies pressed into the table top.

“I love it.”

“I love you,” she whispered, sure he couldn’t hear.

“I love you, too.” he whispered back. “We’re twisted soul-mates.”

Anna’s heart surged. He heard her. He whispered back. Did Caden mean the words or was he babbling in the throes of passion the way she babbled? Did it matter?

Caden paused for a moment after his first thrust, and thankfully her pussy opened, adjusting to his girth. She’d tried fruits and vegetables in her quest for inexpensive and commitment free pleasure toys, but she’d never gone beyond a medium sized carrot in her own explorations. Not only was he her first, but with all the toys and objects she’d played with while imaging this moment, she’d never been ambitious enough to try one as massive as his member. Outside her, in her mouth, he swelled huge as a cucumber. Inside her, and growing more substantial every second, he seemed to be achieving papaya proportions.

Again, he drove his cock into her, still gentle but with increasing firmness. With her flesh opening and her juices flowing, his entrance became easier and easier. He thrust in stem deep. Anna looked down, expecting her stomach to be bulging like she had an alien inside her.

Now, with a steady rhythm, Caden Morning pushed over and over, a piston in a machine. She wailed out in pleasure.
He fucks my skin, my outside, when he whips me, and he whips my insides when he fucks me.

Anna put her fingers in her mouth, suckling them like a cock. Muscled ridges popping out over his shoulders, Caden propped himself on one arm and reached his other hand up to grasp her wrist, pushing her fingers into her mouth deeper. Then, he pulled her hand up to his own mouth, and sucked her fingers in time with his rhythm of his hips.

Her nubbin, sensitive from Caden’s earlier attentions, jolted with his every thrust, pushing her higher and farther along. She looked into his eyes, now deep azure, like a moonlit sea. He held her gaze, somehow keeping his pupils still while he sped up the rhythm of his thrusts.

“You are mine,” he mouthed. “You are mine!” he yelled. Hands like claws gripped the folds of her skin above her waist. Love handles, and he used them like she was a rowing machine, pulling her to meet him, then pushing her away. Anna let her hips go limp and she surrendered her muscles and nerves to the beat of his will. She sang out, “Oh, Caden, it’s you, I’m yours.” Then her voice dropped into an unintelligible panting that might have been, “he’s mine,” over and over again.

He roared and the light changed. Everything grew darker and the soda machines dimmed and flickered at the same time. It was as if their lust sucked all the electricity out of the room. She felt his spunk pumping into her and realized they’d used no protection. The passion of her punishment had passed to penetration in a blink, giving her no space to think of consequences.

Caden’s seed filled her, his passion pumping out. The grip of his hands and the way Caden Morning lost control sent her over her own edge. Anna flew through white clouds pouring out warm rain. Pulsing rainbows. An eagle screamed.

Caden’s feverish face flushed red, tendons on his neck standing out. His panting visage reflected off the glass front of the break room microwave, flying like a dragon among the appliances. Anna spun downward from the clouds, diving into a balmy azure sea. Caden shouted her name and crashed down on top of her, his sudden weight and blood rushing back into her hips when he released his iron grip.

Anna turned over, and licked beads of dew from his lips. She savored the salted cinnamon flavor.

“Your sweat tastes good.”

“I may have too much sugar in my diet.”

“Caden Morning eats sweets? Like what, the break room donuts?”

“I’ll never be able to eat a pastry in here again without getting hard and needing to spank you.”

“I’m to be spanked, not for punishment or preventative discipline now, but any time you want something sweet?”

The plastic table creaked. “The choice is your choice, Anna. It’s always been your choice.” He rubbed his nose on her nose. “You know what the future will be like here, with me. I’m not fooling around. If you stay around me, I will do this again.”

“Maybe not in the break room?”

Caden laughed and looked around at the blinking soda and candy machines. The coffee maker’s red blinking light that meant it needed to be cleaned. The burbling water cooler. He shook his head. “Where will we find ambiance like this?”

Anna giggled and hugged him back to her.

“At least we won’t starve.” Then she grew serious. “Caden, the whips, the tying up. Is that just something you did for work, or is it what you do all the time?”

He rolled off the table. Twisting her nipple between his fingers, he said, “It’s me. I’m also why we have the discipline policy at Darco. But, the policy is not supposed to lead to…this.” He dropped his head. “I’ve committed a serious violation of my own regulations.”

“I won’t tell.”

“Hah. But a few on the Board will want to see the complete record. It doesn’t matter. I own enough of this company to do what I want. The board will yell, and I will curse, and we’ll work it out.” He grinned with tight lips. “I’ll win.”

Of course you will.

“They’ll want the recordings? All of them?”

Fire ants crawled over her flesh.

“How many people are on the board?”

Are they all men?

Caden soothed her nipple with a soft touch.

“I don’t have to show them everything if I tell them you have been well disciplined. That you are repentant.” Fingers closing on her arm, he drew her toward him and up off the dirty plastic.

“We can discuss who needs to see what tomorrow. Right now, let’s go to a comfortable place and wash the crumbs and soda off. There’s an executive apartment here for visiting company officers.”

He kissed her neck. “It has a very nice tub and lots of soothing lotions.”

Anna settled back, enjoying the feel of his arms.

“No cameras?”

“No cameras,” he whispered, his breath hot in her ear.

“Okay, but I can’t stay too late. I have to work tomorrow.”