Page 54 of Caution Tape

“So, what do you want, Cora? Do you want us to worship you? Treat you like a goddess?”

I begin kissing down her neck gently, working my way down to her bare shoulders. My hands move to pull her against me in a firm, loving grip. She is rigid for a moment, before melting in my arms, leaning her weight against me.

My grip tightens. My teeth sink into her shoulder, making her cry out. My hands stop their smooth embrace and clutch at her, gripping her throat.

“Or do you want us to treat you like a fucking toy?”

Cora reaches down and steps out of the dress completely. “Toys are more fun, don’t you think?”

I have to give her credit; she knows how to play along. I drag her over to him and shove her to her knees at his feet.

“Alright, take it easy,” he says, alarmed. His eyes flit down to Cora, then up to me.

“Take off your clothes,” I tell him.

He frowns, but starts fumbling with his belt, licking his lips and staring at Cora as she slips between his legs and begins caressing his thighs.

“Okay, just, ease up, okay?”

I retreat back and sip my drink. “Do as you’re told. Put your dick in her mouth. Now.”

For a moment, I think he’s going to get up and run. I would; every fiber of my being would be screaming that this is a trap.

But Cora is undeniable. She looks back at me with a naughty smile and leans forward, showing off her ass and bare pussy to me as she pulls his pants down, his cock springing free and wobbling in front of her. She grabs it and looks back at me again.

“You’re not going to make me jealous,” I say, swirling the bourbon and coke, trying to mix it better. “Now suck it. I’m getting bored.”

She slowly takes him in her mouth, opening her jaw fully and letting him hit the back of her throat in one smooth motion, before pulling back and coating the tip in saliva. He groans, his hands balling into fists and hitting the couch cushions in pleasure.

“Hold onto the back of her head while you fuck her mouth.”

He glances up at me. “I don’t know if she’d like that—“

Cora releases him with a gasp. “Please, Ryan, I want it.”

She starts stroking him furiously, her makeup smeared, her hair disheveled. I can’t stop staring at her ass, but I catch the name.

“You heard her, Ryan. Be a good boy.”

Tentatively, he grabs a loose handful of her hair and begins pumping his hips, his cock sliding in and out of Cora’s mouth with wet sounds. Drool leaks between her lips; I see it getting on the carpet.

I finish the drink, then slowly slip off my clothes. Ryan keeps glancing at me; I get the sense that he’s not very experienced and this is all very new to him. But he’s been obedient so far, and I like that.

“With a toy,” I say, grabbing the back of Cora’s head and pulling her off of him, “you really get to take control of it. You don’t have to care what it wants or how it feels.”

I hook one of my thumbs on the bottom of her mouth, pulling it open. I can’t read the expression on her face; it’s somewhere between hostility and interest.

I kiss her forehead, and her eyes close.

Then I spit in her mouth; some of it hitting her chin in a glistening mist. I bring my hand down harshly on her ass and order, “Do not swallow.” Calmly, I turn to Ryan. “Spit in her mouth.”

He stands up and scratches his head, looking faintly ridiculous with his erection pointing at us like an exclamation mark. I lean forward and whisper in Cora’s ear.

“If he says, ‘I don’t know, let’s take it easy’ one more time, I’m killing him, and you can’t stop me.”

To my surprise, Ryan knocks my hand away, taking Cora by the chin, brings his lips to the very edge of hers, and spits in it.

“Good. Now put your dick back in her mouth. And Cora?” I smack her ass again. “Suck it better this time. Like I know you can.”

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