Catherine's Toys III
Hi!! I'm KevaD, and here's a sneak peek at an excerpt from "Catherine's Toys III," the third installment of my gay horror serial due to be released by Noble Romance Publishing October 31st. This is definitely not your grandmother's version of romance.
The fourth and final installment, "Catherine's Toys IV," is scheduled for release November 28th.
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Oh… yeah. Sleep with the lights on.
Catherine suspects Larry the security guard suspects she's the one sexually assaulting hospital patients.
Casey just wants to have sex with somebody. Please?
And if he gets to kill that "somebody" afterward, all the better.
Catherine comes up with a plan that will take care of both of their needs.
He'd dutifully parked in the shadows as Catherine instructed, and she carefully surveyed the lot. An interior light of a car three rows away flashed on. An older man with a pot belly cleverly hiding his belt buckle exited and stood. He was clad in a hospital security guard uniform.
"There," she said, and pointed. "Larry's relief." Catherine reached behind the seat and retrieved the pointed, sharpened shears Casey used to trim flowers. She handed Casey the weapon. "Kill him," she hissed in a stream through her teeth. "Do it now before he makes it out of the lot, before he's away from the cars."
"What!" he screeched, the shears jiggling in his grasp.
Openhanded, Catherine slapped Casey on the back of the head. "I don't mean for real, dipshit." Not this time anyway. "In your mind. We're playing a game." She closed her hand over his and guided the clippers upward. "A very hot, steamingly hot, sexy game of control," she growled deep in her throat, her nipples hardened and ached in anticipation. "You want your own toy, don't you? You want to be able to prove to Larry how much of a man you are, don't you?"
"Well then," she tightened her grip on his fist. "Kill that fat bastard!" Catherine slammed Casey's hand downward. The vinyl stretched inward, then surrendered to the force with a rip of defeat; the padding molded around the rigid steel penetrating the depths of the folds. Excitement moistened her thighs, she ran her tongue back and forth over her dry lips, her breaths drew short and pointed. She jerked his hand containing the twin blades up again, and hammered the slender steel into the seat once more; the faint vibration tingled up her arm, through her breasts and pooled in delight between her legs as her ass muscles quivered.
Casey jammed the scissors into the seat time after time, Catherine's hand on his along for the joyous ride. Moans of ecstasy oozed from his mouth.
Her stomach rolled, and pulled and twisted the physical longing in her loins like taffy. Her heartbeat pounded her ears, her chest imploded and begged for release. She needed a good fucking, right fucking now.
"Let's do him, Casey. Pull out your cock and fuck the son-of-a-bitch. You cut his throat open, Casey, now fuck him in it. Do it for me."
Little grunts rippled from Casey as he drove the shears into the seat, his dick swollen under his trousers.
She better hurry and do something or Casey would come in his pants before she guided him into their victim. There had to be something to lube him up. She tossed open the glove box. A plastic baggie of condiments rested like the Holy Grail amongst miscellaneous papers and napkins.
Catherine snatched the shears from Casey and threw them over the seat; the steel clattered on the metal floor. "Pull out your dick," she commanded, and unzipped his trousers.
Casey did as ordered and even more. He undid the button and slid his pants and underwear to his ankles. Catherine grabbed a packet of ketchup and held it for Casey to see before ripping it open. She squeezed the thick juice over his cock.
"His blood's all over you." She gripped his erection and worked the sauce over his taut skin from the smooth cockhead to the thin hairs of his nest. The shaft throbbed, precum dribbled and mixed with the victim's salad dressing.
Catherine sucked and licked her fingers clean of the tart and acidic juice.
"Now fuck him. Fuck him in the throat, hard as you can."