Page 31 of Caution Tape

It had to have been a fluke. I was concentrating on what I had done to the deer just moments before. The thrill of my first kill is what truly did it.

Right?

Shit.

There’s only one way to find out for sure.

“Cora,” Michael says as I stroll into his office unannounced. He glances up at the wall of clocks before his eyes return to mine. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

“The other day,” I begin, locking the door behind me. “You said you were here for me.” I pause, making my way to his desk.

His eyes narrow as he watches me.

“Are you?” I ask with a grimace. “Are you really ‘here for me’?”

Before anything else can leave my mouth, he crosses the room with predatory ease, spinning me around and managing to bend me over his desk. There it is. The mask has fallen away, and I can see him for what he truly is.

At the end of the day, he just wants something from me. If he really cared about my wellbeing, even the slightest bit, then he wouldn’t be yanking up my skirt the way he is now. He wouldn’t be groping my ass, and he most certainly wouldn’t be slipping his hand between my thighs.

Little does he know… I want something from him, too.

Gripping the edge of the desk, I suck my lower lip into my mouth. His fingertips lightly brush the skin over my hips as he eases my underwear down my legs, caressing my skin with ice cold fingers. I lift my foot and step out of them. Michael kicks my ankle to the side with the tip of his shoe, spreading my legs wider before easing a finger inside of me.

I flinch.

He’s really wasting no time.

“You feel exactly how I’ve imagined, Cora,” he breathes heavily, thrusting his long, lean finger into me over and over again. My inner walls grip him tightly as I push back against his hand, taking him deeper. “Tight. Wet.” He lets out a soft moan while lowering himself and takes the flesh of my ass into his mouth, biting down gently. “So very wet for me.”

I remain silent, gripping the edge of his desk tighter as he begins to finger fuck me. He grunts sharply with each thrust forward.

I shut my eyes, allowing myself to drift away, engulfed with the most intense sensations. I know this is considered wrong. Look at us, doctor and patient. The abuse of power sends me spiraling, wetness dripping from my pussy and coating my thighs.

Michael removes his hand from between my legs. “Hold on to the desk, Cora,” he instructs as he yanks down his pants. He slams his cock all the way inside of me without wasting another second. God, he is massive. Almost as big as Nolan.

He pulls out quickly only to thrust into me harder. In. Out. In, and back out.

The sporadic thrusting of his hips doesn’t fit into a rhythm and it’s clear that he’s only looking for his own end here.

I suck my bottom lip into my mouth once more, holding back hisses and moans. Fuck, it actually hurts. The desk rocks violently as he pounds into me, his fingernails digging into my hips. The taste of copper overwhelms my senses. I’ve bitten my lip too hard, drawing blood.

Blood… blood… blood.

Gutting the deer crosses my mind.

He has drawn blood, too. I can feel the harsh stinging of the small slits in my skin. I hate long fingernails on men. He should really get them trimmed. Michael quickens his pace, smacking his hips against my ass as he takes exactly what he wants.

Me.

“Jesus Christ,” I snarl.

He pays me no mind, slamming into me more forcefully without giving even the slightest of fucks.

“Tell me how this feels,” he orders in a smooth tone. “How does my big, meaty cock feel when it’s buried inside of you?”

The small jar of pens to the side of me falls over. They roll off the desk and clatter against the floor, straying in all different directions. The computer wobbles back and forth and all of his paperwork scatters.

“It’s fine.”

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