15. Chapter 15

Hazel is fucking terrified. I’m relishing in the fear radiating from her body. It turns me on so much when they get this way, but I promised myself I would keep Hazel alive. I can’t respond to her. Can’t look at her. Nothing. Not if I want to overcome the intense urge to really play with her. I can feel my grip on reality slipping away. She’s all drugged up and high on the love drug. If I want one last huzzah, then I guess this is the one chance I have. I just don’t know if I can trust myself not to go too far.

Right now I have two choices: either go ahead with the original plan, tweaking things for an extra good time and hopefully get it out of my system for good, or stick to the boring ass plan.

I spot the dead deer on the back porch right where I left it for her. I get an idea. Yup, buddy, you win. We are going to do some fucked up things and hope that we don’t accidentally fuck up. My dick flexes in approval. But with a change in plans, I’m going to need some time and a place to relocate the carcass. The sunroom. Of course, there’s a set of French doors and I can leave Hazel by the fireplace with cookies and some cocoa to get warm. She’s probably close to coming down from her first high and in order to avoid a crash, she’s going to need a boost. Especially with what I’m planning for us.

I carry Hazel back through her uncle’s office and to the sunroom, where I drop her on the oversized loveseat and build a fire. She’s definitely going to crash if I don’t bump her another cum cookie soon. My cock is straining hard against my pants. Just knowing she’s eating my cum gets me so turned on. I hurry to the kitchen and retrieve the plate of cookies. There’s still three left. I grab a mug, pour milk into it and pop it in the microwave. Once I’ve set Hazel up with cookies, cocoa, and music, I step away to deal with the deer. There’s a shed below the deck with all the tools I’ll need. I head down to Dexter’s shed to gather what I need to carve the carcass open and gut the deer. Santa is going to have such a good time fucking his naughty little reindeer

I’m a damn serial killer. Of course I’m into some fucked up shit. I work quickly gutting the creature and I don’t do a very clean job of it. According to all my tracking, Tyler got on a plane headed back to Colorado this morning, so I know he’s well on his way. His flight into Aspen was re-routed to Denver. His bank account information shows he rented a car and obviously intends to come up here. I warned him if he didn’t walk away, I would kill him. He should have listened. He should have stayed in Florida.

I heave the carcass across the deck and over to the doors to wait for me. Time to go fuck me a naughty little reindeer. The unhinged part of me I try to keep tucked away is begging to be let free—and knowing that Tyler could potentially walk in on the entire scene only fuels my dubious plans. Carving the carcass was a good buffer between my anger over Tyler and everything I intend to do with Hazel. My mind feels calmer now and I’ve had time to process, thinking over every last detail.

I hurry back inside to clean my hands up, deciding it’s more aesthetic to keep my bloody clothing on. Hazel should be nice and high. Down the hall I slink, all the while getting harder and harder thinking about what it’s going to feel like to fuck my girl for the first time. Even if she doesn’t realize the serial killer and I are the same person… yet.

When I creep around the corner and into the sunroom, I spot Hazel dancing along to the music in the skimpy little reindeer lingerie I left earlier. It’s exactly the confirmation I need to know the drugs are in full effect. She’s all loosened up and ready to go. My cock strains against my pants and I can feel the pre-cum leaking out from my excitement. She’s so goddamn sexy. I can’t wait to break her. Hazel does a twirl, flipping her hair and shaking her ass a little to the beat. Fuck . When she bends over, she’s facing away from me and that short leather skirt rides up her thick thighs, giving me a quick view of her perfect pink pussy falling out of the itty bitty lace thong. I drop my jacket on the ground and strip off my shirt until I’m standing in only my thermal blood-stained pants and boots. My hand slides over my cock to grip it and then I stroke myself from the base to the tip, accidentally moaning as I do.

Hazel twirls around to face me with a gasp, then smiles.

“Hello, there,” she purrs. “Are you the big bad serial killer here to hurt me?” She asks, tilting her head to one side with a giggle.

“Mmmm.” I groan as her big round tits bounce with her movement.

“You could take your mask off and stay awhile instead. I’m awfully lonely. I just broke up with my boyfriend and the guy who got me this outfit totally ghosted me. Unless you killed him? No matter, you’re here now.” She licks her lips.

This is going to be more fun than I thought. I had no idea my girl was such a little slut. My anger bubbles and I have to remind stalker me that Kane is also one of our personalities. Okay, fine, one of our main personalities. It doesn’t mean I can’t punish her for being so easy, though.

“Hello there, Tempy,” I rasp, taking a step toward her to gauge her reaction.

She doesn’t seem affected by my advance. Instead, she zeros in on what I called her. Giggling, she says, “My name’s not Tempy, silly.”

“Sure it is.” I wink, taking another step toward Hazel.

“No,” she responds more firmly. “Actually, it’s not. My name is Hazel.”

“Whatever you say, darling.”

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?” I ask in a teasing tone. I’m not actually doing anything other than inching closer to her so I can wrap my hands around—

She interrupts my thoughts, “Stop calling me Tempy. Why are you doing that?”

“I wish I could, but I can’t because, darling, you’re fucking tempting and I intend to enjoy myself.”

She giggles, moving her hips in a sexy shimmy. “What should I call you?”

“Santa.” I reply.

“But you aren’t Santa. You’re the serial killer, aren’t you?” She asks.

I’ve distracted Hazel enough to be only a few steps away from her as I gaze at her relentlessly. Her body fills out the skimpy lingerie in all the right places. She’s got me so turned on, I can feel my cock throbbing, just aching to be inside that tight pussy. Realizing I’m not saying anything else, she goes back to dancing. Spinning around and looking back over her shoulder at me with a seductive smile.

I get the feeling all these sexy dance moves are just for me, and I’m not complaining one bit. When I can’t stand to watch her any longer, I clear the space between us, pulling her against me. I know she can feel my dick as she grinds momentarily on me

Hazel yelps in surprise as if she’s completely forgotten I’m here at all. Her hands land against my chest inadvertently while I allow mine to wander her body, running them over her soft, supple skin. She leans into me closer, throwing her head back with a soft moan.

“That’s it, darling. Let me know you like it.” I groan.

“Mmmm. Mister big, bad serial killer, you can touch me anywhere you want. Because I do like it,“ she whispers seductively.

“Deal,” I growl.