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The End
Sneak Peek at Tim Miller’s upcoming book
Chapter 1
“Holy fuck that feels good!” the man said as Sable Reyes stood over him. The man was Ted, one of her clients. He lay strapped to the bed as she slowly pumped up the butt plug. This was an item she’d made herself. It was just a long tube with a thick rubber attachment on the end that acted as a balloon. She’d inserted the deflated attachment into his asshole and begun pumping away.
Ted was a bit of a freak. The guy was a school teacher during his day job. Unlike many of her clients, he had no problem spilling his guts to her. He was married, three kids and one more on the way. His wife had always been extremely vanilla. Over the years he had tried sharing some of his exotic appetites to her only to be met with revulsion. After a few tries he’d given up. That was when he looked up Sable and found her through her website. Sable was a full-service dominatrix. Her level of intensity was totally up to the client.
Some clients just wanted a hand job. Those weren’t her favorite but she’d do it. Anyway, her schedule had gotten so full it led to a substantial rate increase. As a result, she didn’t get as many simple requests but a few here and there from long time clients. She was worth it and they knew it and paid up. She had a few couples who came in and she’d coach the girl in her own dominatrix training. Those sessions were a lot of fun and paid really well.
Then there were guys like Ted. Ted enjoyed being humiliated and having things shoved up his ass. Some days she’d make him wear a diaper and crawl around following her saying “yes, mommy.” If he was good, she’d let him suckle from her breast. In recent weeks she had inserted cucumbers in his ass, jalapenos, tampons, dildos and even a gerbil, but it scratched him too much so she had to pull it out. The butt plug pump was new, but was working perfectly.
Her outfit was her standard uniform. Full leather corset, with her breasts exposed. Her body was curvy. Some might call her full figured, but she didn’t care. Her clients loved her body and most importantly, she loved her body, so that was that.
“Ok, I think that’s good,” he said as she continued pumping. After a few more pumps. “Ok. That’s good. That’s enough! Ow!”
“Enough? Is it?”
“Ow! Fuck! Shit! Oh yeah! Pickle! Pickle!”
Pickle was his chosen safe word. She stopped pumping and let the air out of the device before removing it. She walked to the corner and dropped it into a bucket of bleach. She’d rinse it off later.
“Can you finish me off?” Ted asked gesturing toward the center of his body with his head. She looked and saw he had a raging hard on.
“No,” she said as undid his straps. “Time is up.”
“Oh man! Can I pay for another hour?”
“Not today, hun. I got an appointment after this.”
“Aw fuck. Can I just finish it myself?”
“Go for it. Just make it quick.”
Once his hand was free he began playing with his boner as she undid his feet and moved around her apartment picking up clothes and other tools she hadn’t put away throughout the day. Behind her she could hear the smack! Smack! Smacking sound of Ted beating his meat while he grunted. With a loud grunt and moan he climaxed just as she removed her corset and pulled on a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. Without looking at him, she tossed him a towel and went into the bathroom to wash off her excess makeup.
When Ted finished like this at the end, she didn’t want to give him any additional attention. For one, his time was up but also he’d find a way to drag things out indefinitely if she didn’t just cut him off. When she went back in, Ted was getting dressed and digging into his wallet. He took out a handful of hundreds and handed them to her.
“Here you go, Sable. Thank you again.”
“You bet.”
Once he was gone she waited a few minutes before grabbing her duffel bag and leaving herself. There had been a few times a client had tried to follow her. While none of them scared her, she still valued her privacy. She put an end to that really fast. She walked to the corner where a black Escalade pulled up and a man climbed out and opened the door.
“You’re on time today,” he said.
“Yeah. I’m working on it.”
He said nothing during the length of the drive. She didn’t even know the guy’s name even though he was the same one who picked her up each time. It had been a couple months since they’d asked for her services. She was starting to think they’d gone soft. They arrived at the house and pulled around to the alley in back. The house was a rundown home on the city’s east side. The owner lived in a much nicer place and owned dozens of houses just like this one. Much lower profile for meetings, plus he wouldn’t mess up his own living room.
They walked inside where Santiago Esteban he was one of the top dogs for the cartel. She wasn’t sure which one and didn’t want to know. How they’d found each other was a strange situation. He’d been a former client when he discovered her gift. Despite her reluctance, he was able to talk her into working for him. The amount he paid was insane. More than she made from her own work in a month. Except his jobs weren’t as regular, they could be. She chose not to work for him full time despite his offers. The last thing she wanted was to be bogged down with a full-time job and full-time boss. Not to mention she enjoyed being a dominatrix. This job, not so much.
When she stepped into the room, Sebastian was standing in the center of the room next to the table with a body bag resting on top. Esteban wore a suit with his shiny black hair pulled back into a ponytail and smiled as she stepped inside.
“Sable! So nice seeing you again. It’s been awhile. You never call,” he said.
“You’ve got my number. Schedule a session if you miss me.”
He laughed and looked at one of his goons standing nearby.
“God, I fuckin’ love this girl.”
“This is the one, I take it?” she said, pointing at the body.
“You see any other dead guys in here?”
“Unless you want to off your buddy there and have me work on him. You’ve done that before.”
The smile vanished from the goon’s face as he looked stunned at Sebastian who was laughing.
“That was crazy! Also a unique situation. So no, I won’t be killing Jose today.”
She sat her bag down, unzipped the body bag and pulled it open. Bending down, she dug through her bag, took out her switchblade and opened the blade, inserted it into the dead man’s stomach and cut him open from his navel to his ribs. Putting the blade aside, she pulled the incision open and pulled out his intestines. She held them in her hand and closed her eyes. After a minute, the dead man’s eyes shot open as he gasped for air.
“Oh my God!” the man said looking around. “Who are you? What are you doing to me? Fuck that hurts! My God! Please stop hurting me! I was just about to cross over. Let me go back! Let me go back!”
“Shut up,” she said. “I need some information from you. Give me what I need and I’ll stop and you can cross. Don’t tell me and I’ll make this hurt like nothing you’ve ever felt before. And when I’m done, I can send you straight to Hell. You choose.”
About the Author
Tim began writing at a very young age. Even in grade school he'd sit around with his notebook, writing stories for himself and his friends.
As an adult, Tim's writings have evolved into darker realms. He released his first horror novel, "The Hand of God" in 2011. Since then his books have become progressively more violent and gory. With the release of "Family Night" in 2013, Tim had moved into the world of extreme horror where he continues to push the boundaries of human suffering.
Tim is now an international best seller as well. His book, "Hell, Texas" has recently ranked high on Amazon sales charts since its release in Germany under German publisher, Festa-Verlag.
Tim is very active on social media and loves interacting with his readers. You can find him at his website at http://timmiller.org
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Also by Tim Miller
Hell, Texas
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Spankenstein
Dollhouse
Curse of the Gut Ripper
Family Night
My Brother’s Keeper
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