Twisted Souls (The Alpha Boss Book 2) Read Free Page B

to struggle out of the straps, but Caden had tied her with evil knots that tightened when she pulled against them and she couldn’t do anything to alleviate her exposed position. If she rolled off the table, she’d just end up writhing on the dirty floor.
    “Are you questioning me, Anna?”
    Her helplessness combined with her desire to get this phase of her punishment over with led her to bite her tongue on a snotty retort.
    “No, Sir. Please do what you think best for me.”
    “I will.”
    Thwack. The crop slapped upward, into her slippery softness. He brought it up again and again. The first couple of strokes directed shots of pure pain into her brain, but after the third, either he hit her less hard or her mind had converted the strokes to something else.
    Like he was loving her with his blows rather than hurting her.
    She moaned with the final three strikes and her throbbing core opened and closed like a mouth seeking for more of a sweet that someone had just taken away.
    “Now, five with the cane.”
    “Yes, Sir,” she moaned. The cane’s wooden tip would hurt worse than the crop. But, Anna had achieved a new state of being, where his masterful strikes expressed his caring for her. If he didn’t have feelings for her, he would send her away. One rational quarter of her mind railed at this idea. He tortured her, beat her, and she accepted his discipline as her lot. But, the remaining quarters of her psyche listed all the things she liked about her job, about her life and about Caden; the way his firm discipline had started turning her on. Her dissatisfaction with the way that he expressed himself twanged alone, a single off-key viola in a forty-piece orchestra playing the song of Anna and Caden Morning.
    He rubbed the tip of the cane between her legs and poked the hard apex into the moist heart of her. The sexy beast was controlling her now, and Anna pushed back against him, oohing.
    Caden stepped back, preparing for another strike. She held her breath, but in a moment of insanity, she pushed her bum up further, making his target easier and more exposed.
    A whistle that sounded to Anna like a jet landing announced the coming of the strike, and she jumped upward. The plastic table creaked and cracked as she pulled on the straps. She thrashed and wailed in agony, no thought now of what some office drone working late down the hall might think. Usually, she spent her ordinary days in a blur, worrying about other people and her next latte. Now, Anna’s world shrank and focused. Nothing mattered but her skin, her genitals, and what Caden was doing to them.
    He didn’t wait for her to count, but landed the next strikes in rapid succession. If not for the strap’s firm embrace she would have ripped herself loose and run screaming naked through the halls like a madwoman. She blessed Caden for thinking of her and binding her so that she could not disobey him and break free. She blessed him for helping her keep her job and learning to obey.
    Possessed by passion, Caden struck her again and again, the torment of the strikes turned to bliss, surpassing the sensation she had felt when he struck her with his crop. Like a heretic on a cross being allowed to atone for all the mistakes she’d made, Anna writhed in a spirit world where pain and pleasure merged into a rainbow cloud of ecstasy.
    “That’s five.” He replaced the hard cane with his flesh. Anna bucked back against Caden’s thrusts. He drove two fingers into her with his right hand, he reached up and squeezed her nipples with his left. Anna’s sensitive flesh oozed between Caden’s fingers and she thrust back against him, riding his hand and crying out in mindless lust.
    Lost, she stuck out her tongue and licked at the sticky spill from the table. The old sugar and soda tasted like an expensive confection.
    I’m so far gone I’m converting every sensation into bliss.
    She exploded again then, bright flashing sparks crashing through her vision as the rough