Page 39 of Caution Tape

“You’re both sick. Please. This hasn’t gone too far yet. I think you’re both in a manic, high-energy state and—“

With my fingers I spread Cora’s pussy apart, letting a long line of saliva fall onto it. Then I look directly into Michael’s eyes as I begin sinking my fingers in and out of her, feeling her clench around me. Michael growls something and squeezes his eyes shut.

“Open your eyes,” Cora orders him. “Open your eyes and watch what he does to me.”

The anger and firmness of her tone makes my pulse quicken. I lift her up slightly and take her in my mouth, my tongue sliding into her, flicking and twisting against her clit. Her nails dig into the back of my head as she begins bucking her hips against me, grinding against my mouth. I withdraw and kiss the inside of her thighs, running my lips all over her slick pussy before diving back in, gathering more saliva in my mouth and using it to make her even wetter.

“Open your eyes!”

I sit up, Cora’s wetness on my chin, and look over. Michael is sitting firmly with his eyes closed, his head tilted away. Grinning at Cora, I lean in to kiss her jaw.

“I’ll take care of it. Keep touching yourself for me.”

She licks her lips and moves her hand back down between her legs.

I go over to Michael, who’s struggling back and forth in his bonds. One of the bungee cords around his neck is straining and threatening to come loose. I tighten it up for him.

“Michael, you know, I have some pliers. A great pair of pliers. They have this grip on the handle; it is justsublime.Now, I’ll be honest, I was going to rip your fingernails out with them, because frankly I think they can get a good hold. A firm hold, really. But…“ I tug on the bungee cord. The plastic crinkles as Michael wriggles to get away from me. “If you don’t watch what I do to Cora, I will peel the skin off your face and make you eat it.” I get so close to him we’re nearly kissing. I can see the sweat beading in his pores.

“Yes! Peel the skin off his face, Nolan!” Cora chants from behind me.

“You’re going to watch while I make her gag on my cock. You’re gonna watch when I bend her over in front of you. Then I’ll make sure you’re listening to her moan my name while I take her on your office floor. Most of all? You will hear her beg me for more.” I grab his face in both of my hands, pressing my forehead to his. “And I know, Iknowyou’re bleeding pretty bad. Iknowyou feel possessive of Cora. But she is mine and if you don’t do what I say, Michael—if you don’t do what I say?Your family will weep when they see what I’ve done to you.”

I watch him struggle, opening his mouth to speak, not trusting the words he comes up with. This is a man of words; a sense of structure and worth derived from academia, ideas, citations and sources. All of that is stripped away and he can only avert his gaze from mine, those glittering sentences useless in a game of blood and power.

I meander back to Cora. The wild thing in her has already found its way onto all fours and is crawling to me, her hands roaming up my body as she reaches me, tugging at my shirt and urging me to take off my clothes. I pull the fabric over my head and feel her undoing my pants, fumbling with the zipper, licking her lips and glancing up at me. I tuck her hair gently behind her head and lock eyes with Michael.

“Look how bad she wants it.”

Cora’s hands are warm and firm on my cock as she sits on her knees and strokes it with both hands. She leans forward and licks it, running her tongue slowly up the length of the shaft, before drawing back and licking the head briefly with the tip of her tongue, looking up at me and laughing. Her breath is hot and sudden on my skin. She pulls me closer, about to swallow it fully, until I cup her chin with my palm and tilt her head up to me instead.

“Beg for it,” I tell her softly.

For the briefest second, her eyes narrow, and I realize I have forgotten she is a threat; all of this is a risk. Stabbing Michael, getting involved with something as volatile as Cora, the entire thing could so easily come crashing down around me. I should bolt; leave Cora to deal with her own chaos, and I could disappear into the American abyss, reappear as someone else, and slate my bloodthirst in such a way that would allow me to continue as long as I desired. This is how you get caught. Being careless, being involved, beingknown.

The pause hangs in the air, Cora’s annoyed gaze fixes upon me, and I realize she’s not going to do it, and that even if we manage to move past this and keep fucking, the spell will be broken, and I’ll be able to escape her. Her struggle between resisting me and punishing him will end. She’ll quit this contest of bluffs and retreats, of seeing how far the other will go. The game will end, and I will be free.

Then Michael scoffs.

She swivels her head, surveying him with a passive expression on her face. Something clicks for her, because she turns and hits me with a smoldering look and crawls even closer, her mouth hanging open and eyes wide in an expression of pleading desire.

“Please,” she whispers, just loud enough for him to hear it. “Please let me have it.”

“Oh, that’s not loud enough, princess. Beg. Louder.”

There’s a split second when that lethal Cora-rage appears on her face, telling me I’m likely to pay for calling her that, but she fights it back and presses her lips to the underside of my cock, tilting her head back so that she can maintain eye contact with me while having it rest against her face.

“Please, can I suck your dick?” she asks, the movement of her lips causing tickling friction that makes me grin. She starts talking faster. “Please stick it in my mouth, sir. Please fuck my face. Choke me with your big, thick cock. I want it. I want to be yourwhore.Fuck me in front of him, use me however you want, I just want it so fucking bad—“

Her words are cut off as I savagely shove my cock in her mouth, making her gag as it brushes the back of her throat, but I don’t relent. I pull her hair tightly back with both hands, shoving my cock in as far as it will go, as one of her hands grip the back of my calf tightly. One of her feet beats the ground behind her. I pull out and she gasps, drool leaking all over Michael’s floor.

“Please,” she groans, breathless, and I can’t tell if she’s begging for mercy as her mouth is on my cock again or begging for more until her mouth tightens around it, grazing me lightly with her teeth as she drags her tongue along it, forcing my length deeper and deeper into her throat.

I have her hair in a ponytail, and I pull back on it, urging her to slow her pace.

“Take it slow, baby,” I tell her. “I want to watch you.”

I grin at Michael as her head bobs in slow, sensuous fashion, her tongue lathering my cock, coating it in saliva.

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