by Deva Long
Contents
Title
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Dedication
End Notes
Twisted Souls: The Alpha Boss Book 2
by
Deva Long
This is the second of a two part series:
Book 1: Anna’s Contract
Book 2: Twisted Souls
one
“Time for round two, Anna. Your punishment calls for whipping, both front and back. I need you to cooperate so I can punish your backside.”
Caden loosened the straps holding Anna down onto the ottoman.
“For the next phase of your chastisement, we’ll head to the break room.”
A pang of fear shot through Anna. Somehow, because her punishment so far had been in the Branch Manager’s office, she hadn’t thought about her co-workers at all. But, in the break room she made coffee and talked about last night’s big shows while dweebs hit on her. Anna attracted the pimple faced, sweaty IT dudes, not the hot guys with great hair and sharp clothes from sales and marketing.
“Will people see us there?
“It’s well after hours. Everyone who uses the break room has gone home.”
Her stomach growled at the mention of the time. Most nights she ate soon after leaving work, but it must be after six-thirty by now.
“I can’t believe you need to take me there,” Anna said. He couldn’t mean it.
Caden Morning picked up his shirt from his desk. Somehow, he’d made it into a neat package while she’d been lost in a fog of lust and erotic pain. The muscles of his back rippled. He shrugged into his sleeves like liquid filling a bucket. “And yet, that’s what I say we need to do.”
Grabbing his jacket from the back of the manager’s chair, he shrugged back into it. He had folded that, too. “You have two choices, Anna. If you want to keep your job, you’ll follow me.”
With that, he picked up his case and walked out the door.
Anna had misgivings. Should she walk naked through the halls wear she strode in her work outfits during the day, or get dressed and run from the building?
What’s important? Pride? She’d always been taught that pride is a sin. With pride and without her job, she’d be on the street. With pride and a two dollar bill, she could get a burger and fries.
Her mother’s therapy, helping her sister’s orphanage along with her occasional latte; these she would have to trade for her pride. Maybe she’d be out on the street, too, and lose her bed and her night table. She’d worked so hard to find a matching pair on Craigslist.
No, pride was not the state of paramount importance to her. Security mattered more. The security of a roof and knowing she’d have money to pay the rent. The security of being able to pay her mother’s bills, being able to order a fancy sweet iced drink. For those things, she’d walk naked through Darco’s pale blue painted halls to the break room and her fate with Caden Morning.
Something flashed in the corner of her eye. Her boobs, bobbing in the glass-covered abstract paintings in the hallway. Anna suppressed the urge to run to her destination. She would show him. She strolled into the break room with her head held high. Anna stood before Caden with her hands on her hips, her brows arching.
“Go stand in the corner,” he said.
“Really? I came here of my own free will. I chose this instead of quitting. Is that all you can say?”
“Go stand in the corner and you’ve earned five more strokes of the whip for asking. If you talk back again, I’ll make it ten.”
Seeing that now that she’d convinced herself to accept his hard bargain, she had to play her part or suffer the consequences. Anna stumbled over to the corner of the room and stood there, letting out tiny sobs over his unfairness.
The mere fact that he planned to whip her more was bad enough, but did he see her as a mindless doll? A puppet who would march down to the break room for a spanking whenever he told her to?
Anna tried to crane her head to see what Caden was doing, but being in the corner of the room, that didn’t work. She’d have to turn her body sideways to see him.
And who knows what he’ll do to me then.
She heard him moving straps around and removing an object from of his case which made a clicking sound, like the unfolding of a beach umbrella.
Maybe he’s setting us up a campsite to play tent in, she mused, remembering how she played with her neighbor in his backyard. He’d had a tent setup and they’d go in there for privacy.
They’d both seen a new show where the cowboys had been tied up and whipped by the Indians, and she suggested they play that.
They’d taken off their clothes and she’d wrapped some thin strings around his wrists and smacked him a few times with a plastic bow he’d had.
She remembered his miniature boner sticking out like a pink worm and how her own naked body had been full of tingles.
But then, his mom had called them into lunch and they’d rushed to get back to normal.
The boy might have said something to his mom, or maybe he just got scared, because the tent went down and he never asked her to play in his backyard again. A few months later, the family moved away.
two
“Come here, Anna.”
Caden’s commanding voice swept her mind clear of dirty memories. Anna turned back to him, hoping to see some mercy in his cerulean eyes that managed to be both magnetic and dangerous. He wore a look of appraisal, as if trying to decide how many hours to spend on her. She vowed then that whatever happened, he would leave the office today respecting her loyalty and her ability to rise to the demands Darco made of its employees.
Anna clicked across the room, the leather straps over the arch of her feet; the way they made her behind jut out made her feel more naked than she would if she were barefoot.
“Now that you’ve had some fun, I’m going to give you a hard test of your obedience. You signed your employment paperwork, and on those documents, do you remember what it said about speaking to anyone outside the company regarding the actions of your superiors?”
Anna wracked her brain. The dense legalese of the contract blurred in her mind’s eye.
“We can’t say anything to our family about the things we’re ordered to do at work.”
“Correct, Anna. This might seem very unfair, but we deal with very sensitive information here at Darco. If you stay, you must never speak of any of the things we do here. Nor anything I do to you. Not to anyone.”
Caden Morning pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and tossed it onto the plastic table before him.
“This is the Non-Disclosure Agreement you signed.”
“It says ‘The Receiving Party’ will keep and maintain the Confidential Information in strictest confidence…the Receiving Party is you, Anna, by the way.”
He picked up the paper.
“The Receiving Party will carefully restrict and protect the Confidential Information…’ It goes on to specify in great detail the types of information covered by this agreement. They include, but aren’t limited to, punishment by your superior on and off the premises of Darco, Incorporated.”
Caden folded the paper and held it in front of her, showing her the signature line at the bottom.
“This is your writing?”
Anna’s eyes blurred with tears, but she recognized her own over-sized A.
“Of course. It’s my signature.”
Anna’s stomach quivered. Was this the right path for her? Standing here, naked and feeling heavy, was this the place she wanted to be?
Folding it back up and nodding, Caden stuck the signed NDA back into his jacket.
three
Caden pointed to a spot in front of him.
“Stand here.”
Anna clicked over to stand where he indicated. He licked his lips. Anna backed up, unsure if she should remain. Something hit her thighs.
The table. If I back up anymore, I’ll fall onto it. Anna looked to her left and then to her right. Run, her inner voice yelled.
But she didn’t run.
From behind her bangs, she inspected his sea-blue gaze and the knowing look on his face. Around Caden’s eyes, she saw the wrinkles of a smile, though his sensuous lips set in a firm line.
I’m really going to let him tie me up again and hit me some more.
Her clit hardened and her nipples swelled.
Caden’s eyes looked down and she realized that she could hide nothing from him.
Especially when I’m naked.
“It looks like obeying me turns you on, Anna. Give in to your feelings. Enjoy the pain.”
He wrapped the scratchy Velcro around her left wrist, then her right.
“You know you want to.”
Serious now, the hint of smile left his eyes and his upper lip curled. He looks more like an alpha wolf, growling at me to make me submit.
“You need to cooperate in your discipline again. You can show me how you’ve repented your dishonest behavior and are ready to follow company policies, by your active and cooperative participation.”
Anna gritted her teeth and hissed between them, “What do you want me to do?”
He motioned to the break table in the center of the room.
“Lean over the table.”
She moved over to it and grabbed its edges with her hands.
Caden slapped her ass, hard. Anna yelped.
“Get your chest right down on the table, Anna.”
Wincing, she looked down at the spilled coffee and pastry crumbs. The janitors cleaned the room late each night. Now, just after quitting time, the table was stained with the remains of the day.
“Please, Mr. Morning, don’t make me lay down in here for a whipping. It’s where everyone comes to get coffee and talk.”
“Do as you’re told, Anna.” He spanked her again.
She wrinkled her nose in disgust and looked over her shoulder at him, her mouth gaping open and her lip curled up.
“It’s the break room. We come here to get away from work for a bit.”
“A loyal employee doesn’t want to get away from work. This is part of what you need to learn.”
He motioned with his crop. “Just think you’ll be able to look around next time and wonder who’s been punished in here, too. I can promise you that Miss Tolling uses this room after hours for serious cases like yours.”
Anna thought about that. She liked Eve, who worked a few desks down from her, but the girl never loitered in the break room. Just the other day, one of the older, balder men— Fred— had teased her as she talked about the latest Game of Thrones with Marcy, the new hire from accounting.
“If you spend too much time on your coffee break, Eve, they’ll have to send you back for re-training.”
The others in the room had laughed, though Anna didn’t see the funny part. Eve flushed bright red and fled the room, spilling coffee from her cup. Now, Anna understood. If Anna knew that disobeying or shirking work led to physical punishment, then the mention of re-training would have upset her also.
“What did Eve do?”
“Eve? Oh, she’s a special case. You will learn about her soon enough. Unless I make you quit, of course.”
He ran the crop up her spine, pressing her forward, pushing her down on the table.
Anna’s sore breasts pressed into the textured surface, this morning’s stale donut crumbs and sticky spilled soda pricking her sensitized skin.
This is what I’ve come to. Lying down on a dirty plastic table for a whipping. From my oh so dreamy boss. Why doesn’t he just partake in good old fashioned workplace sex instead of this bizarre and painful stuff?
“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.
four
“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.”
Ev
erything 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.”
