Page 32 of Caution Tape

A dull ache settles between my thighs from the sheer force he’s using. He fucks like a wild animal who has gone rabid.

“Fine?” he growls. “Just fine?”

“Well, is that all you’ve got?” I breathe out, craning my neck to look back at him. “Fuck me harder.”

Suddenly, he tangles his fingers in my hair and forces my cheek down against the cool, hard surface of his mahogany desk, ensuring that I’m unable to move. Each gasp of air he draws in is shorter and more desperate than the last. I clench my jaw, stifling whimpers and all signs of discomfort as he grants my wish.

“Cora,” he cries out, slamming into me aggressively. “Oh,Cora.”

With one long stroke, he empties himself inside of me, leaving me completely unsatisfied.

Worthless as ever.

Just anotherworthless, useless man.

Struggling to gain control of his breathing, he remains deep inside of me for the next minute or so until his cock becomes soft. I don’t say a single word. I have none to offer.

I yawn instead.

He strolls around his desk and into my view, tucking his dick back into his pants and fastening his belt. “How was that, Cora?” he asks.

I hold back an unimpressed laugh. He’s big. I’ll give him that. In the end, I was left bored, the easy realization that he wasn’t Nolan now staring me in the face.

“From this point further, I believe twice weekly sessions would benefit you more,” he tells me, smoothing out his long sleeve button up shirt. It is a tacky navy blue, I notice absently. “How does that sound?”

“Benefit me?” I ask, my voice trailing off. “Or you?”

His jaw clenches tight. “Both.”

Without showing further interest in the conversation, I stand upright. “Sounds fine, Michael,” I reply.

“Time is up.”

Retrieving my panties from the floor, I use them to clean myself up, tossing them onto the desk without another word.

Nolan

I feel unleashed on the world for the first time in my existence. I was a drowning victim, choking on normalcy and the facsimile of a grinning face.

No longer.

There’s so much to do before I begin my work in earnest. I need a place to take victims to toy with them. I need a way to dispose of their bodies. I need better gloves and better knives. I need routes of police patrols. I need binoculars to watch potential victims and get a sense of their routine. I can no longer simply hide amongst the student population. The town isn’t big enough, anonymity is an evaporating resource.

I need to become organized and lethal, or the blood will be cut off before it can truly begin to flow. I will then simply be another smirking maniac in orange prison fatigues; instead of something truly irredeemable, truly horrific that causes shudders when the teeming hordes of soccer moms, baseball dads, accountants, PTA members, cashiers, lawyers, and all of the bleak, woefully mundane humans hear of what I’ve done to the creatures that could’ve been them. I want them to cover their mouths and shy away from their own potential wreckage.

What I shouldn’t do is cruise around in my car, reliving moments with Cora. It’s a flashing, strobe effect on my mind where for a moment I’m thinking of the knife sinking into Jerald. The satisfaction it gave me to lay him out flat and begin hitting his bones with a small hammer; shattering tibias, patellae, and all sorts of fun smaller pieces, all while seeing how the human body could be so…

Crunchy.

Then the strobe flashes, and my mind seizes on the image of Cora, drawing the form of her to me. It’s the feeling of her against me; the warmth of her skin and the way that heart of hers wentthud-thud,thud-thud,thud-thud, growing louder and faster the harder I fucked her in the dirt. My mind teemed with how her pulse seemed to throw itself against my hand when I gripped her neck and those vibrant eyes blazed with malice and lust.

I have a hundred things to do. A minefield of stalking, police evasion, and wonderful murder lay before me, and I needed to focus.

How would it feel to have her down on her knees for you, her hands tied behind her back, looking up at you…

I need plastic wrap. I need to find a location that is secluded and soundproof. I might need a different vehicle, too. I can’t keep using my car for this. That’s too obvious…

That scar that splits her bottom lip… I want to watch her trail it up the length of my cock, keeping her eyes on mine the entire time. I want to see that wicked smile as she says “Fuck you, Nolan” in that pouty voice, right before I grab the back of her head and make her gag on it.

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