Page 40 of Caution Tape

“How about it? Are you watching, too?”

To his credit, he does hold my gaze steadily for a moment before he flickers down and watches Cora work. I groan, playing it up just to mess with him. I have both of my hands laced behind her head as she sucks.

“She must really hate you,” I say pleasantly to him, “because this feelsincredible.”

She moans with me in her mouth, and the vibration sends me to heaven. I assume she can feel my hands tightening around her head because she stops sucking just as I’m about to burst and gets to her feet. Reaching along my hips she grasps my cock and strokes it, coiling it against me. “Do you know what I want?”

“Hmm, what’s that, princess?”

“I want you to bend me over in front of him. I want him to look me in the eyes while you make me come.”

“Oh, come on,” Michael mutters.

It’s faint, but I hear it. I don’t blame him; what he’s watching me do to Cora is tearing him apart. And I’m not even sure who is in control at this moment, because Cora is leading me over to him, sinking to her knees, straddling his bound legs, reaching out and caressing his cheek. Coyly, she leans forward showing off her ass to me while one of her hands reaches between her legs and draws a finger deep inside of her cunt. She looks back at me, the color in her eyes seeming to dance in the light.

“Well, are you gonna fuck me? Or do I have to beg again?” She laughs, short and bitter. “Fine.” She looks straight at Michael, inches from his face. “Please, Nolan. Please fuck me.”

Chapter Sixteen

Cora

Iexpect Nolan to be rough. I want it. Need it. I want him to claim me in front of Michael, make me tremble and moan with uncontrollable pleasure. In this moment he can do whatever he wants to me, whatever sick perverted things he has lurking in the twisted corridors of his mind. I’m entirely his, his object, his toy.

But instead of sliding into me immediately and pounding away, he surprises me by kissing up my back, starting just above my hips and trailing up my spine, firm, warm kisses with just a hint of tongue, making me shiver deliciously with each one. He reaches the back of my neck and lingers there, kissing each side of it, his lips brushing against my left ear, and then my right. I feel him smile against my neck as he moves some of my hair away.

I hear him sigh when he thrusts into me in one, long stroke. His arms wrap around me and pull me closer to him, his hands gently around my neck and holding my face, turning me around slightly so he can observe as he starts to fuck me with slow, easy thrusts, teasing me as he slowly builds up speed.

“Oh,God,“ I groan. I begin pushing back on him and for a moment I forget entirely about Michael as Nolan’s breathing quickens.

The game disappears for a moment when he says, “Fuck, please keep doing that. You feel so good. Please.”

Something about having him say “please” in my ear brings me to a shuddering orgasm and I cry out, closing my eyes and pushing back on his cock, waves of pleasure cascading through, Nolan’s voice breaking into a hoarse whisper as he says over and over, “Keep going baby, keep going, keep coming for me—“

And then Michael moves, the plastic crinkling, shattering the illusion, ruining the moment. Ruiningeverything.

We stop for a moment, both Nolan and I. Both of us gaze at Michael with homicidal fury.

Then Nolan grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks it back, and begins fucking me as hard as he can, the veins popping out in his forearms. He aims my face directly at Michael as I bite my lip in ecstasy.

“You’re lucky her pussy feels this good,” Nolan growls at him, “or I’d kill you right now.”

The word “kill” flickers in my mind and suddenly I’m on the verge again, staring into Michael’s eyes, making sure he sees, making sure heknowshow hard I’m coming and the only reason it’s possible is Nolan.

Nolan

I’m pretty tired while dragging Michael to the car.

The quivering lump of human is entirely dead weight. He hasn’t said anything, even when I made Cora swallow my cum in front of him. This pleases me; it means he believed my threats.

I never wanted to be one of those serial killers who don’t have the gift of menace. It was easy to be one of the sulking, greasy losers who killed people to lash out at a world that didn’t understand them. There were plenty of those. I held myself to a different standard. I wanted to be something that transcended television screens. Something heinous to blight the eye of an entire world.

Michael gets to be a part of that, and I’m so, so pleased.

Things have accelerated, going far beyond what I was prepared for. I was going to plan for years.Years,can you believe it? All that waiting, all the planning, all that Natalie, Natalie, Natalie, and for what? Why not just rip the mask off and bite into the world now? It was going to end badly. It wasalwaysgoing to end badly, either in death or a cell.

A cell, a cell. I had to be careful, to avoid the cell.

An image flashes of iron bars in my head, and I recoil from it in disgust. My boredom rips at me even now, a cell will unravel me. I have to have so many bodies.

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