Page 46 of Caution Tape

She bites her tongue, still glaring at me, but doing as she’s told. I take the roll and stretch out the plastic, starting just above her shoulders and wrapping it downward in a slow spiral, trapping her arms against her body, the plastic squeezing her breasts together as I wrap it tighter and tighter.

I get on my knees in front of her and slide her panties down, looking up at her as I do so, my lips trailing lightly down the front of her stomach, stoppingjustbefore I reach her pussy.

The plastic creaks as she strains against it. “Eat shit, Nolan.”

I laugh and proceed to wind around her with the roll of plastic wrap, pinning her legs together, covering her waist, her thighs, her ass. Soon she is cocooned in sterile, orderly plastic. A neat package for me to do whatever I want with. I circle behind her, examining her, when she totters backwards into me. I catch her, and suddenly we’re face to face.

“What now?” she taunts.

I run my hand down the front of her, listening to the plastic creak and squeal.

“I’m not sure,” I say softly. “Normally if I wrap someone up, they’re in several pieces. And they don’t talk.”

She nuzzles against my neck, her lips warm and soft as she kisses me. “But now you have a mouthy little girl all tied up. You could do anything you want to me, and I couldn’t stop you.”

I can’t take it anymore.

I spin her around and lift her, tossing her over my shoulder. I flip her back onto the table, the metal legs sliding on the floor. I roll her onto her stomach, her head hanging off the side, her black hair disheveled and hanging in her eyes. I pull down my pants and shove my cock into her mouth, holding the back of her head with both hands as I thrust. She begins gagging, saliva dripping lazily onto the floor. I reach out and bring my hand down as hard as I can on her ass, over and over, and each time I do she moans with my dick in her mouth. The sensation is maddening. She is mine. Helpless and begging for it, she is mine.

I groan loudly as I come, and Cora’s tongue starts working faster as I do, making my knees buckle as a wave of pleasure hits me.

I withdraw from her mouth abruptly. She turns her head and smiles again, my cum white and contrasting against her smeared, sloppy lipstick.

“That can’t be it,” she says.

I turn away from her briefly, back to the bin with the plastic and tools. I have small, black bags that I use to cover victims’ faces. I grab one of these and cross the room back to Cora, kneeling in front of her.

“Not even close,” I reply. I throw the bag over her head, suffocating her.

“Nolan, what—“

She tries to inhale a breath, the bag crinkling with her struggle as her body begins to flail. Although she finds no oxygen, and after several seconds, her panic is evident.

“Nolan,” she chokes.

Her erratic gasps and horrified whimpers become more frequent and louder as time passes. At the very last second, before her body goes limp, I shove my finger through the plastic, granting her air.

It takes her a while to catch her breath before she growls at me viciously. “What the fuck was that?”

Clamping my hand over her mouth, I cut her words off. “You will be silent. Nod your head if you understand.”

Against my grip, she snarls, “You could have fucking killed me!”

“Yet, you’re still here, aren’t you?”

She says nothing.

Cora is quiet, trying to decipher her thoughts while I get dressed. I will have to come back and clean the container, but for now it should be fine. I open the door and glance around for witnesses, but the night is silent and warm.

I pick Cora up again and carry her to my car. I throw her into the backseat, lock the shipping container, and drive off, trying my best not to speed. I want to get home and play with my toy, but the difficulty of trying to explain to a police officer why I have a woman wrapped in plastic in my backseat is too much even for me. So, I use my blinkers and stop at every light, wondering what I am going to do to her when I get home.

Chapter Eighteen

Cora

It takes everything in me to not speak a word during the ride to wherever Nolan plans on taking me. His apartment? A cemetery, where he can dig a hole and toss me into it? He could have just killed me back in his lair, except he didn’t. Does he plan on edging me, after getting me all worked up, and burying me alive instead?

Suddenly, I feel myself imagining how that must feel. Lying in the cold, damp dirt, surrounded by bugs, twigs, and rocks, staring up at the night sky as dirt flies through the air and lands on my naked body. Caressing my skin. Packing me further into the ground. Making me just another small, unimportant part of the earth.

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