Caution Tape (Mutual Monsters Duet Book 1)

by Molly Doyle

“Now, are you ready to pay, Karen?” I ask, leaning forward. “Or are you going to continue being a miserable cunt?”

Wish i could say this

I want to remove the skin from her skull and run my lips along the smooth, bleached white bone.

Oh. Cute.

It’s an easy lie. The first of many dead leaves I’ll be throwing on the pile. She swallows it easily and gives me another soppy look. It’s bright eyed, furious in its intensity. Natalie is thinking I’m perfect at this moment. She’s wondering if she needs to start freezing these moments in her mind. She’ll need them when she tells ‘the story of us’ to coworkers, relatives, her social media followers… If it wasn’t so funny, I’d almost be touched.

Savage bro

There’s a moment, for a while, where I don’t think I’ll be able to come. My face is pressed firmly against her neck, her hands tightly clasped on my shoulders, sighing each time I sink into her. I wonder what would be perfect to say to her in this moment. I want to reach into the rancid blender of teeth and knives I call a brain and pull out the wickedness in its most delicious form. How good would it feel to gasp into her ear, “Last night, I killed a deer. The blood was so warm. No, no, shh… listen to me... it felt just how your pussy feels right now.” The thought sends me into a shuddering orgasm. The moan she hears from me is real.

“We’re closing.” The voice is cold, haughty, and seemingly pissed off. I turn to my right and look down slightly to see an employee in a red polo shirt and beige capris glaring at me. Her arms are folded, and her nails are painted black, though I notice they’re chipped, almost as if she enjoys picking at them. Studying her features, I take note of her dark, faded blue eyes. They could almost be gray. They’re starkly contrasted against the black bangs framing her face, her short hair shining with the stinging brightness of the fluorescent store lights. I enjoy the way her mouth moves as she bites the inside of her cheek, like she’s resisting the urge to say something mean. “Closing already?” I ask. “You’re gonna make me go home? Really?” Her eyes narrow to small slits. I flash her my smile with the expectation that the attitude will drop, absently expecting the anger to dissipate slightly. I let my eyes drift down her body, and I make it obvious, tilting my chin up and down in an exaggerated manner. Her name tag reads “Cora”.

AND THEY MEET

She glances at the knives in that same lustful, hungry way that I do. Smiling slightly, I walk out of the aisle. Sparing a glance over my shoulder as I leave the store, I see Cora trailing her fingers along the racks of knives, a dreamy and distant expression on her face. I’m still thinking about her as I drive back to Natalie. It is only halfway there that I realize I forgot to grab snacks.

Jerald texts in all lower case and misspells words to be cute. He sends too many kissy face emojis. It makes me want to stab him to death.

“Touch me like that again and I’ll peel your face off to use as my next Halloween mask. Capiche?”

Cora

I drag one of the totes over to him and begin rummaging through it, delicately placing tools at his feet. A hammer, a screwdriver, and a wicked looking pair of gardening shears. Finally, a brand-new nail gun, the smell of the orange plastic still fresh and chemical. I sit cross-legged at his feet, looking up at him and I smile. “I’ll be honest, I’m feeling kind of shy. I’ve never done this before.”

A fantasy hits me like hot water is poured over my head. Cora, in that black dress, catching me in the act with Jerald. I imagine Cora, striding toward me and glaring as I shrug helplessly. Stopping an arm’s length away, she leans down, her hair falling in front of her eyes. Slim fingers work along her hips to the hem of her underwear, slipping them down long legs and stepping out of them with dainty precision. Then as she turns around, she bends over in front of me, tight dress riding up around her hips. With a smirk, she moves to place her panties delicately on the exposed nail that is artistically penetrating Jerald’s face. As if she were hanging up a coat.

There’s a chunk of Jerri’s jawbone in my pocket, polished clean. I run my thumb along the ridges, marveling at how I’d yanked and twisted it out. God, I feel good.

“I really don’t like you. You feel like an insect to me. Like a ladybug that has landed on my shirt. It was nice for a while… the ladybug. But now?” I shrug. “It’s time to flick you off.”

“It hurts,” she spits out, eyes wide, mouth agape. “It hurts so good. Holy fuck—” “There’s nothing holy about the way I plan on fucking you,” I warn, hooking my arm around her thigh while my other hand grips her throat.

“I’m—” she chokes out, convulsing against me. “Oh, God, I’m going to—” “Damn right you are.” Monsters, indeed.

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.

I’m not a naïve girl to be toyed with; I’m a caged monster lost in all of time and space who has finally gotten the strength to break free.

Cora moans and I feel an awful, twisting pang of what must be jealousy. I lean into the room and see Cora, naked, her back to me as she rides Michael on the carpeted floor. She sinks herself down on him with a satisfied moan, and I see something golden glint in the soft yellow bedroom light. An envelope opener; one of those gaudy, ridiculous blades that of course someone like Michael would have. I watch as Cora raises the blade above her head while slowly rotating her hips, making Michael gasp, and then she slams the blade down, burying it into him. He screams, but so does she. She throws her head back and cries out, leaning back until her head is nearly upside down, and in doing so, she sees me. A twisted, satisfied smile breaks across her face, and a thin line of drool drips from her mouth. It is one of the scarier things I’ve ever seen. She’s stunning.

“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 your whore. Fuck me in front of him, use me however you want, I just want it so fucking bad—”

“What’s your problem?” he demands, grabbing hold of me. “Are you not getting enough attention?” “I—” Yes, Nolan. That’s exactly it. I want your attention. I want you so deep inside me you forget other women exist. I want to feel your cock flex when you orgasm, and I want to know that it was me that made that happen and that it is me, only ME who makes you feel that good. I want to be in every dirty, sick thought you have. I want to seep into your fucking soul. Fuck my ass, fuck my face, do whatever you want to me as long as you’re doing it to me and only me.

“Yours,” he confirms, growing harder inside me. “Fuck… Cora… I’m yours, and you’re mine.”