Anna's Contract (7 page)

She thought of the cane and the scars it might leave.

“Lie there and take your discipline. All your struggling does is chafe your wrists and ankles. You’re tight in my web. You won’t be leaving unless I release you.”

He pushed the tip against her lips, striking them with minor flicks.

“Or you tell me you quit.”

Closing her eyes against this new indignity, she opened her mouth.

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Maybe if she gave him a good show, he would stop using his toys on her and let her use her lips on him instead. Anna could get him to release himself and then release her, if only he would replace his stiff little crop with the contents of the bulge in his pants.

Anna peeked at Caden over the tip of the crop and moaned, sucking the tip further into her mouth. She made sloppy noises like she slurped a lollipop.

He smiled at her and she had a flash of hope, but then he pushed the tip in farther, scratching her lips and hitting the back of her throat. She gagged helplessly. Caden yanked back.

“Thank you for getting my crop wetter, Anna.” He leered at her, showing his teeth. Even making such an evil face, she couldn’t help thinking about how handsome he looked. If only he would stop this nonsense and take her in his arms.

Caden raised the leather tool and slashed down again, the crop cut through the air with a shriek like a laser-gun from an old movie. A jet of raw pain shot from her pussy like the first flare of a great volcano. He struck several more times in her most sensitive spot. Anna’s squeal tore the raw skin of her throat.

“Oh, stop, oh, stop now, please, no more…I can’t..,” she wailed.

Bam, he struck her again.

“You know what you have to do to make me stop. Not screaming. Not begging. Two simple one-syllable words.”

Anna held those words tight and kept them from coming out, though they wanted to fly free and she wanted to let them. But to reverse her decision now would let Caden and Darco win, and though quitting would provide Anna Whitehorse some temporary relief, she would lose.

She could save him. She could own him. If she could endure.

Caden beat her again and again, and she couldn’t scream. Anna’s throat was too raw and dry for her to make any more major sounds. Wails of pain and for mercy did not affect him anyway.

I’m not going to say, “I quit.”

Caden continued his slaps at her sex and Anna’s body transformed the pain as

before. The hurt muted and the crop became a tongue, whipping at her not with angry slaps of leather, but with soft blows stoking a steady fire. The sound and the impacts kept rolling through her, but the searing heat turned to a pleasurable warmth like the summer beach-side sun. Her gibbering shrieks went silent and she uttered little coos and sighs.

“That’s right, baby, let it happen.” She heard his words as if she was under water, they echoed around in her mind and blended into an operatic surge of emotion. She heard a sound like all the voices of all the people in the world singing at once. Like she was being ushered into an alabaster palace and to a room made with special care for her. His whip beat against her gates, and one by one, they fell until she was open. Conquered and subdued. Like Troy after Achilles, at peace.

Caden wore an expression of lust and ecstasy mirrored on Anna’s own visage. She stopped trying to figure out what was happening between them or how her pain could bring them both so much pleasure, and instead, just let the feeling rush over her. Submission fell like a desert rain with the slaps of the whips reduced to the accidents of raindrops, falling and exploding outward into expansive shivers of joy. Her breath came fast and she heard herself whimpering, “Harder, harder.” She ached for some spikes of pain above the wall of pleasure. His smile broadened and he obliged.

The shocks from his whip rippled through her flesh.

A sudden piercing scream split the air and she recognized her voice, then pure light blanked her mind and she came. Over and over again, she fell through clouds, spinning, floating, and then thumping back to the ottoman, like a flying superhero just set her down.

Rainbow waves danced before her tightly shut eyes. Then she opened them and gazed into Caden’s peaceful face. Anna looked up at his muscular chest covered with gray tinged charcoal hair. Somehow, in their melee, he’d lost his shirt.

She giggled to see a stain of wetness at his crotch, soaking the perfect pin-striped pants he still wore.

Anna struggled to control her breath and her shaking limbs.

“What happened to you?” she said in a shaky whisper.

“You got punished, Anna. Nothing happened to me.” He stood and turned away from her then. His shoulders heaved and he breathed in ragged pants. Not sounds a Director should make in the workplace. Anna rode a pang of joy

I’ve affected him. My endurance made him lose his perfect control.

The pang lived a short life though. Blood rushed back into her thighs and the sensitive skin around her sex, where he had flailed with his crop. Her poor pussy ached and swelled three times normal, demure size. Her martyred flesh sat between her legs like a soaked sponge, dripping and heavy. Alternating waves of pleasure and pain radiated out from her yoni, sending aftershocks into her mind.

Caden Morning stroked her there, making her gasp and arch her back higher to meet his hand. Anna tried to keep her eyes on his when he sat next to her. She rose her head against her neck strap and coughed, her air restricted by the scratchy nylon.

“You took the first part well, Anna.”

She ate up his praise, but then his words penetrated her foggy brain, like they were writing themselves via searchlights on the clouds. “The
first
part?” she parroted back to him.

“Yes, yours is a two part punishment today, first the front, then the back.”

She strained against her bonds. How could he want to beat her more after…after what they just shared?

“But, what about…”

“What about what, Anna? Your orgasm? That’s a good sign and a bad sign. It’s good your body is adaptable, and can transform punishment into pleasure. That shows you are an optimist at heart, and will learn to react positively to company requirements and disciplinary actions. Pessimists turn bitter after being punished and seek revenge. We have to weed them out.”

Caden Morning rummaged in his bag and held up a blue-green tube. “Aloe. Helps reduce the pain and prevent scars.”

Her mind went from white to red. “How can you be so fucking calm? We just shared…”

Anna found her ship full of emotions beached by Caden’s calm and quizzical expression. He didn’t
share
anything. She had an orgasm. Several. Sick and twisted orgasms he made her have by beating her. By hitting her sex in an expert way. Manipulating her emotions and nerve endings like a master. She strained upward again and could still see the stain fading from his crotch. Caden separated his emotions from physical ecstasy, and finished with whatever idiotic task he’d assigned himself, regardless of what he felt, what she felt.

Nylon choked her throat. Anna lay her head back, enabling herself to breath.

His hands slid across her silken belly. Lotion cooled like ice on a burn, reducing the heat and letting her skin heal.

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With soft hands, Caden rubbed her thighs and breasts.

Realizing she was helpless now to do anything other than enjoy what she could and endure what she had to, she drifted in a sweet and balmy ocean.

Humming. He hummed as he caressed her.

“What’s that song?” she whispered, wanting to learn as much about her lover and tormentor as he would allow.

“It’s an old one.
Closer
by the Kings of Leon.” He rubbed her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, getting the aloe in deep. “Do you know the tune?”

She shook her head. The rough strap again cut into her throat.

“Can’t you take this thing off my neck? It’s hard to breathe.”

He rubbed her belly with short, circular motions.

“In good time, Anna. Just keep your head down until I get there.”

Then something he said registered on her still woozy mind.

“What’s the bad part?”

“If you enjoy company discipline too much, you will act up. You’ll seek punishment.”

Anna clenched her fists. How could she have let this man make her come?
He’s such an asshole. And Mister Macho can’t admit I made him come just by letting him whip me. He’s some kind of sick pig I’m stuck with. I can’t quit unless it gets much worse than this.

Anna learned to breathe in difficult positions in yoga classes. Classes she could afford with the extra salary, and she pushed her breath out from her center, her breath making a strong sound like wind through the trees.

Letting her head fall back exposed her neck and she felt more vulnerable than she ever had before. What if he’s crazy, what if he lures women here just to slash their throats and kill them? What if he’s some serial killer? Anna pulled at her bonds, but there was nothing she could do. He’d set the straps tight and his mercy alone could keep her safe.

That, or the words she would not say.

Caden Morning re-entered her limited view, with the glowing eyes of a boy with a new toy.

“I have a solution to your punishment-seeking problem. Frequent, hard discipline. Regularly delivered. As a preventative. You won’t need to disobey to earn punishments.”

Anna bit her cheek.
I am crazy to stay.

“I’ll devise a schedule to keep you in line.”

Sweat pooled underneath her. Wet leather stuck to her back. Anna thought about her mother, and resolved to go see her and bring her a latte if she still had a job tomorrow. For some reason, she thought about Mrs. Tolling next and the way she twitched her hips when she walked. Would Mrs. Tolling quit or take Caden Morning’s punishment if old Clarice found herself facing the same choice?

Anna giggled, thinking of Clarice Tolling’s over-ripe body lying naked on the same leather her skin was touching now.

How does Caden Morning make me react this way? Angry, and yet wanting more.

The ripples of her orgasm still washed through her, leaving her clean and ready for his next move, like the beach after the surf recedes.

I’ll find and uncover Caden’s secrets if I stay. I’ll find and uncover my own secrets if I stay.

“I understand, sir.”

“You will stay, even if I punish you to prevent you from ever stealing and lying again?”

“I will. Yes.”

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Anna’s Contract.

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