Anna's Contract (6 page)

Anna gulped. An image of her mother seeing her sprawled over a piece of furniture, submitting, with her untied hands next to her head, on the Internet, or the pulp magazines at the grocery checkout, danced in her head.

“I’ll try not to make you angry.”

“You shouldn’t use the word ‘try’, Anna. Do or don’t do, never try.”

While Anna tried to understand what he meant, Caden Morning set the martinet between her widespread legs. Then he sat next to her and leaned over her body. He kissed her open lips while running the fingers of his left hand gentle between her legs. They became slick with her lubricating nectar. She kissed him back.

“Oh, dear,” she whispered. She gave her tongue free rein to play with his lips between words. “Please let me go and don’t hurt me, and I’ll submit to anything you want me to.”

In a low voice she had to strain to hear, he said, “You don’t understand me yet,
my
dear. What I like is hurting you. I know I can have you whenever I want, and you know it, too. But I’m going to punish you first, and I’m going to enjoy doing so. I’m going to see if you enjoy it, too. If you’re going to work out here, that is.”

“That’s what you do with girls you like.”

“Yes, yes, it is. And you understand your choice.” He resumed stroking her between her thighs, with a rising and falling motion, brushing her clit with each stroke.

He was such a confusing man. Earlier, he’d said they didn’t want employees who enjoyed physical punishment because then it wouldn’t work. The staff would keep getting in trouble if they welcomed the consequences. Now he wanted her to enjoy it.

“I can quit.” He’d said that before but she wanted to hear her choice again, to be sure she’d understood. “This isn’t just about my job, then?” She wished he’d give her clit more pressure.

“You work for me, Anna. You work for my company. It’s always about the job. You will bless my name if you stay here, and you will love me for who I am. Or you will curse me and quit. I’m the company and the company is me.”

“If I stay here, you’ll keep whipping me?” He slipped the tip of a finger inside her and swirled it around.

“I will. Frequently. I can’t help myself. When I see you in your office clothes, I want to take them off, tie you down, and make you scream.”

Anna looked at Caden Morning. His solid jaw, his inky hair with a touch of gray. The obvious lean muscles under his pin-striped shirt. She drew in a breath and he smelled of money, of power.

His hands kept working her, now brushing over her anus. If she quit, she wouldn’t find out his secret. There must be a way to get to him, to change him. All the many romance books she’d read said that a man who wanted you could be tamed, even if they started out a bit wild.

Even if they wanted to whip you every day?

Anna’s life without the job at Darco would be a living hell of menial work, bill collectors, her and her mother on the street, and the sacrifice of the moderate luxuries she consumed to assure herself she was at least lower middle class.

“I’ll stay.”

“Good. I’ll whip you then.”

He withdrew his fingers from their work between her legs and lifted the Martinet instead.

He slashed it over her thighs, first the left one, then the right, making thin, red lines. The sudden pain cut through her romantic fog like a knife. She screamed. He put his face down and rubbed it between her breasts, kissing her nipples.

He sat back and hefted the whip for another blow.

Anna couldn’t take any more so soon with the shock from first two still ricocheting through her body. She sat and grabbed his hand with boh of hers.

“Please, not so hard. You’ll kill me with this nasty thing. Caden, be more gentle with me.”

Anna tried to get up, but her ankles were still strapped to the stubby feet of the ottoman.

Caden twisted his whip hand away from her grasp.

twelve

Caden Morning’s face went dark and he showed his teeth. Holding her in place with one strong hand, he plucked some more straps from his case. He took her left arm and pulled it back behind her head, elbow up. Wrapping the strap around her wrist, he cinched the nylon beneath the ottoman leg and pulled her arm tight. She flailed at him with her other hand, her blows deflected by his strong shoulders.

“Stop it, Caden, don’t tie me. I’ll hold still.”

“Don’t be silly, Anna. I’m going to whip you hard and you aren’t able to keep still. Therefore, you need to be bound.

“I can’t have you moving around and grabbing at me while I punish you. If you want me to stop, then quit.”

Not this job. Not this man. He’d have to terminate her if he wanted to get rid of her.

“Oh, you are such a cruel man.”

“I am,” he grunted. Caden finished tying her other wrist and then stood over her, satisfied.

“Now I’m going to whip you from your knees to your chin. I’m going to discover which parts of you are the most sensitive.”

Her thong rode halfway down her thighs. Caden tore it off her. Now she lay exposed to him, only her strappy heels remained of her pert outfit from this morning.

Anna tried pleading. “Caden. Mr. Morning, please don’t whip me anymore. I’ll do whatever you want. I’m good with my mouth.” Bobby Martin had said so, at least. Maybe she could suck Mr. Morning, get him to come, and then he’d be less interested in hurting and humiliating her. She ran her tongue around her lips.

“Shut up, Anna.” He smacked her face with the back of his hand, one cruel blow after the other. Shocked, she almost let the words, “I quit,” escape, but some animal passivity in the presence of a predator took her over and she couldn’t get her numb lips to form the words.

Anna writhed in Caden’s straps. Stretched out with her back tight against the bowed top of the ottoman, her belly and pussy were elevated and open to him. Her breasts heaved, and she arched her head back, trying to see her wrists.

Caden darted in with yet one more strap, and ran it below her chin and down to where her wrists were tied. Now her head was held back by the scratchy nylon as well as her hands.

Anna heard him rummage in his case, and then he came into her restricted view and showed her that he’d switched out the martinet for the vicious dressage whip.

He ran the whip’s single tail over her body, flicking her with short circular motions, making the narrow tail twirl around and sting her like a bee.

“Do you know how beautiful you are now, Anna?”

Caden made a swift cut with the whip between her widespread legs.

Anna howled, cursing at him.

Then she mastered her rage.

Making him angry wouldn’t do her any good. “Please stop this, Caden, please. I’ll be a good employee. I’ll do whatever you want for the rest of my life. Anything, just don’t hit so hard anymore.”

Her pleading just made Caden hit her faster. He whipped her again and again, and welts bubbled up with each blow to the sensitive skin of her upper thighs. He whirled the whip, the tip making a humming sound and the single-tail becoming a blur in the air. It hit her like a tiny buzz saw. Gasping for breath
,
she lifted her head to see what must be horrific bloody damage to her legs.

But the dressage whip can cause intense pain without tearing the skin. The stiff and narrow leather thong turned the areas kissed by its sharp caress bright red, but did not break her skin. No blood flowed. Choking against the strap around her neck, she dropped her head.

Reading her mind, Caden said, “This is just the start, dear. I don’t want to damage you. This little toy—,” He slashed between her legs. “—feels like a burning flame, but it doesn’t usually cut skin. This lash is designed for training valuable show horses, after all. Can’t leave thoroughbreds all welted and bruised.”

What? Would he leave her welted and bruised?

Anna opened her mouth to yell she quit, but just then, he moved his attentions from her thighs to her breasts.

All she could do then was scream.

She struggled to get her eyes back on his whip.

Where will he strike next?

With her arms bent back and her torso thrust upward by the ottoman, her breasts formed shaking mounds at the highest part of her bowed body.

Caden Morning whirled the whip’s tail over her nipples, striking first one then the other too quickly for her to guess where the evil tip would flail next. According to her nerves, her precious nubs were being ground off by some diabolical sandpaper.

But with the magic of the single-tail, her nubbins stood ever harder and rounder under the assault. The pain drew blood into them, rushing to staunch what her nerves read to be a bloody and gaping wound. Yet, this evil whip tortured without making any cuts in her membranes, and her blood stayed where it ended up, swelling her nips like balloons, ever more sensitive and able to register increased sensation, and sending her mind reeling further into an animalistic fog of pain and lust.

The damn neck-strap stole her air and she dropped her head back down, choking out a wail. She couldn’t even form words at this point, just release an inarticulate keening wail with no more depth of language than a dog’s bark or a cat’s meow.

A sudden harder and deeper pain between her breasts made her struggle to raise her head again.

“May I re-introduce the crop?” He held it so she could see the long black handle and vicious little slapper. He slashed the device through the air a few times, making an appalling whistle of impending doom.

Caden slashed her with the crop again and again, and each time, it released a solid, sharp ball of pain where it struck.

Then he touched her nipple with the cowhide tip. Choking, she let her head drop, which arched her swollen nubbin higher, making a juicy target for Caden’s aim.

Quickly, Caden Morning took the opportunity. He flailed the whip in rapid-fire mode, striking like a machine-gun. Anna’s chest felt like nails were being driven into her with each blow, alternating between her left nubbin and her right. The pain crested like a fountain, and at apex peak, her hurt changed into pleasure.

Anna’s mind reached her limit for enduring inescapable suffering. Endorphins flooded her body and transformed the sharp pain into something like the heat of a bonfire on a cool day. She found herself leaning up for the strokes of the crop. He stopped then and for an instant, she missed the steady burning, until all the new pains of her tortured flesh, lesser and lighter, but biting all the same, reasserted themselves in the absence of the steady hand behind the crop.

While he whips me, my endorphins convert the sudden pain into pleasure. But when he stops, the ache of the previous strikes takes over.

The residual burn from the single tail, her muscles complaining about her backward stretched position, her wrists and ankles and neck irritated by the rough straps, and her throat from her pushing against the nylon strap that cut off her breath when she tried to raise her head, these all had their say in the general audit of her suffering. When he struck her, all her pain transitioned into a solid tower of pleasure, building taller toward an inevitable climatic collapse.

“Hit me. Whip me. Keep going. Don’t stop.”

With a lustful smile, Caden started the whip’s tail moving again.

Anna uttered one long moan, making the sound on her intake as well as her exhale of breath. She made the noise with no conscious direction from her brain, her body just released the sound like the vibration flowed through her from an origin outside the ordinary world. Anna lost control of her throat, her shaking arms and legs, her tortured pussy leaking onto the ottoman. Her traitorous cunt sent one clear signal through the pathways of her nerves to her helpless mind.

More!

The walls of Darco toppled, and for a moment, her world stopped. Time itself paused and her vision filled with a scarlet glow from the universe’s dawn.

Blind, for a long moment, every sound and scent stood out for her, shining like individual jewels. The everyday blur of perception resolved into the separate parts that comprised it, and Anna floated among them like a swimmer in a gravity-free ocean. Then, one by one, each point faded back into the general sounds and smells of the Branch Manager’s Office, the leather ottoman, the nylon ties, and Caden Morning’s rakish grin.

“Nothing is forever,” he whispered.

Caden stroked her skin with the stiff leather tip, teasing around her nipples.

The sudden gentle touch struck her like the rising notes of a sweet flute playing over a wall of ear-bleeding sound, and from her nipples to her pussy buzzed an electric connection. Anna’s juices flowed from her, coating the leather under her ass. Caden stroked from her nipples to between her legs, running the little thong at the end of the horse lash up and down her slit.

Then he brought the leather to her lips.

“Look how wet you are, Anna. My lash is dripping.”

She couldn’t deny his words. Despite all the pain, her passion was more inflamed than she could ever remember it being.

“Suck it.”

“Please don’t make me do that.”

“Come now, Anna, don’t make me repeat myself. It irks me. Only by total obedience will you see any mercy from me.”