Blank Slate (A Kyle Jackle Thriller) Read Free

music while he roughly squeezed her tits from behind. Bit her on the neck-hard. She jerked away.
    “Fucking bitch!” he shouted. He took a step toward her, slapped the shit out of her and she fell backwards on the bed. He wasn’t ready for her yet-the combination of coke and vodka really took it out of a man. Went to the bathroom and dropped a couple of little blue pills.
    When he came out, she had a drink waiting for him. Better. Now she looked afraid, more submissive. Just the way he liked them. Knocked back the cold vodka while he waited for the pills to do their magic. She continued to dance and tease him with her every movement.
    He shook his head from side to side. Something was very wrong. The room was beginning to blur and spin around the edges. He tried to stand, but fell. She caught him and eased him back onto the bed. He stared at her for another minute unable to move, until everything faded to black.
    Terrible fucking hangover. Started to roll over. Couldn’t do it. Opened his eyes-felt tight pressure on his wrists and saw that they had been tied to the heavy wooden posts on the bed. His feet too. The girl was still there-she saw he was awake now and walked over to the edge of the bed. She crawled onto the bed and in a slow, sensual move, straddled him-completely naked now except for the damn gloves. OK, maybe a little kinkier than he liked, but at least he was beginning to respond as she gave him a full body massage using nothing but her tits and long flowing hair.
    “Enough of this shit-get me untied. I want you now,” he sputtered.
    She smiled an enigmatic smile and suddenly grabbed a pair of pantyhose from the side of the bed and stuffed them in his mouth. He was going to kill this bitch for sure when he got loose, but Damn , she was good. Almost in spite of himself, he was responding to the domination as she continued to tease him. The preliminaries over, she was more direct, stroking him with an intensity that left him begging for more.
    He was close now, his breathing coming in hot, ragged gasps through his nose as he rode the wave. His entire body stiffened….not much longer now. She could feel it too and redoubled her efforts. Incredible-the first explosion of an orgasm so intense, he could feel it rolling through his entire body. Then he heard it-a metallic snick followed by a searing pain that exploded from his groin to his brain.
    She held up the rapidly wilting trophy she had just taken in one hand and the bloody knife in the other. He was beyond terror, blind with pain-but after a few more minutes of her cruel ministrations with the blade, that too had passed.

CHAPTER 4

    Manny Rivera wrinkled his nose with distaste as he sat nursing the last of his café con leche. The pervasive smell of mold, antiseptic, and other scents he would rather avoid identifying were finally beginning to overwhelm even the strong sweet aroma of the Cuban coffee. He also suspected the sweaty suit that seemed to grab him in all the wrong places and the wrinkled shirt he had worn since the previous evening
    were the prime suspects in the aromatic assault on his nose. Nothing too unusual with any of this-such was the glamorous working life of a cop. The only benefit to being a detective in homicide, he thought wryly was that instead of wearing a cheap, uncomfortable uniform, he was able to wear a cheap, uncomfortable suit-one that happened to smell like last night’s garbage.
    He hated this hospital-too many bad memories-it was like a bad acid flashback anytime he walked through the door. Miami General was a shit hole– most weekends brought a steady stream of hookers, drunks, and the forgotten dregs of humanity streaming through the well-worn doors of the Emergency Room. A cop would never come here unless he had just been shot. In that case it was the best ER in the world; the number of unwilling victims bearing unwanted chunks of lead in their bodies was double any other ER within two hundred miles.
    He had been