Tape Me Up, Just Don’t Call the Cops

I needed that scholarship so badly that I stuffed my backpack with rolls of duct tape to make a dress for the contest. I didn’t even make it out the door before a security guard caught me and walked me into his office. He snapped my photo, went through every inch of my bag, then every inch of me. When I finally confessed why I did it, he made me an offer: give him what he wanted and he’d forget about the cops. I said no, so he walked out and left me to think. My boyfriend wouldn’t pick up, jail sounded terrifying, and the way he’d searched me had me wetter than I wanted to admit. So when he came back, I said yes. He taped me up with the same rolls I stole, and I let him. All wrapped up, I moaned through every thrust, then sucked his cock once he cut me free and let him fuck me until he covered my face. I promise I’ll never steal again. Maybe.