Friday, October 26, 2007

Split: an excerpt

Kristina Lloyd

My third novel, Split (aka Wuthering Heights with bondage) is released in 13 days time in the UK. Here's a sexy excerpt from chapter one. To set the scene: Kate and her boyfriend, on holiday in the Yorkshire moors, find themselves in a weird little village called Heddlestone whose only attraction is a puppet museum. One night, they stumble upon an odd scene unfolding inside Heddlestone’s Working Men’s Club. A woman in ghoulish make-up and a shabby ballerina costume, stands alone in the middle of the room, her raised arms tethered to a rope. She’s soon joined by two men. Kate and her boyfriend (‘you’ in the scene below) stand outside in the dark, watching through the window.

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I wanted to be that woman. I was scared for her and yet I ached to be in her place, two strong horny men prowling around me. Her powerlessness was horribly appealing. She was entirely in their hands and they were randy and reckless. God, what luxury.

‘Do you think she’s okay?’ you asked.

A small moth fluttered at the window before settling there, its cottony wings mottled with silver-grey, camouflaged against the dirty glass.

'I’d say so, yeah,’ I replied, and I cupped a hand to your crotch, thrilled to find you hard within your jeans.

The bearded courtier walked away, out of view again, and the first guy, the bruiser, took up his position, standing before the woman. He fluffed up her skirts in a gauzy snowstorm, reaching beneath them. With his feet apart, his arm hidden beneath her nets, he began to work her, just a slight movement of his elbow to betray what he
was doing, his tattooed band flexing on his beefy arm. Only when one of them moved could we see her face. For a while she was expressionless, just a black-eyed, rosy-cheeked mask of madness, then her mouth was open, her neck taut, her breasts jutting. We watched her panting silently, her body writhing, her arms tugging on the rope.

She seemed to climax in a frenzy of pulling and gasping and immediately the man untied her. His mean expression faded and he kneaded her upper arms, the two of them talking normally as she rolled her shoulders and rubbed her wrists. The courtier came into view again, and he was dragging across the lino an old gymnast’s vaulting bar, the suede of its padded beam worn and patchy.

I hadn’t seen one since school days and the mere sight of it was enough to make my stomach churn in anxiety. I associated it with public humiliation. I hated games, especially gymnastics. I was always too chunky, too soft and fleshy to go hurtling about as if my body were light as a feather.

Together, the men moved the vault into the centre. Without a word, the woman leant over it, her upper body lying along its length, her sheepskin boots just touching the ground. She wriggled for comfort as the bruiser untied her red sash and wound it around her body and the beam, knotting it so she was bound to the apparatus.

The woman was calm, lying there with her cheek pressed to the bar, her panda eyes two holes in her panstick face. The man walked around, appraising her from different angles. My heart was thumping. He had such a cool arrogant manner, such a swagger in his attitude. His face was impassive and he showed no emotion either when, with a couple of sharp tugs, he pulled down the woman’s skirts, tossing them aside. Her pale buttocks were bared, and he looked at them as he fiddled with his zip.

His jeans crumpled around his knees and he shuffled closer, penetrating her with a quick jab. He fucked her with a light, casual manner, one hand pressing on her back as he gazed blankly ahead. It was like seeing an animal fuck, his pumping so regular and functional. Every now and then, he glanced down, perhaps to check if she was still breathing. She seemed so unimportant to him he might have been masturbating alone.

I couldn’t take my eyes off his thighs. They were immense and glorious, full of curves and muscle, sheathed in fine hair.

Next to me, you said, ‘Ah, c’mon, fuck.’ In a hurry, I began undoing your fly and you undid your belt, moving into position behind me, stones scuffing up around us. We might have looked over our shoulders to check we were alone. I don’t recall. In London, we’d have been scanning for CCTV, wondering if grainy footage of us was going to end up in some murky corner of the internet. But not in Heddlestone. There’s nothing like that here. There’s no need. Everybody watches everybody else.
Do you think we were alone that night? I doubt it. Someone, somewhere would have been watching, night-vision binoculars trained on us, two unknown figures fucking in a ghostly, green-tinged world.

You lifted up my skirt and I shimmied down my tights. The air on my skin was cool and thrilling, and the exposure made me loosen. I felt earthy and lewd, and I could picture my buttocks, plump pale moons surrounded by dark rumpled fabric. Urgent and hard, you drove into my wetness, clasping me around the waist as you thrust. My arse cheeks jiggled as your hips bumped up against their flesh. The stone crunched beneath our feet.

Flakes of paint, I noticed, had chipped off the window frame and the corners were furred with black mould. Beyond the glass, the bearded guy was grinning at the woman, thrusting out his pelvis and rubbing his crotch with comic lewdness. Then he unbuttoned, wanking close to her face before he stripped completely. In one swift movement, he straddled the vault, edging forward until his erection was by her head.

The women raised her mouth for him, her body jolting from the impact of the hulk pumping her at the other end. Eagerly, she swallowed his cock and I could see the bulge in her cheek as she sucked up and down. He wound her blonde hair around a fist, exchanging a few words with the other guy who was still ramming her with detached regularity, his arse cheeks hollowing above those giant thighs.

You and I weren’t so cool. Your finger was on my clit, tapping as we fucked. Where I braced myself, the stone was cold and rough beneath my palms. We got into a good rhythm, me slamming back as you shoved high and hard. The air snagged in my throat as I panted, ‘I’m coming, I’m coming. Just keep me there. Just ...’ I could feel that soft, gorgeous easiness in my hips and thighs, waves of it carrying me closer. And at the same time, voices from the village road. ‘There, yes,’ I urged, desperate to come and not be interrupted. ‘There, there.’

You nuzzled past my hair, your breath warm on the back of my neck, teeth scraping, half-kissing, half-biting as you fucked and frigged me to climax. Indoors, the bearded guy closed his eyes, head tipped back, mouth parting slackly. He might have been coming, I don’t know. But his small moment of surrender nudged me past my limit and I hit orgasm, gasping quietly. There was no time for you.


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To read more about Split, about me and my other dirty books, visit my brand new site. I'm having a blogwarming today and you're all welcome! Bring a puppet.

Split is published
8th November (UK) and 1 Jan (US). It's only £3.90 on Amazon right now. The price will shoot up when it's published so pre-order and bag a bargain!

Win, win, win! Top prize is my filth in triplicate, ie the novels: Darker Than Love, Asking for Trouble and Split. Two runners-up win Split. Just add a comment. Results on Sunday.

The image at the top of this post is one of Beth Robinson's creepily beautiful creations. Check out Beth's website for more strange dolls and if you're in London this autumn, see more of Beth's work at the
Strychnin Gallery. Strychnin's grand opening is tonight!

31 comments:

Portia Da Costa said...

Eeeh by gum, that's wild stuff!

Sadly, we never get any of that in the Central WMC. It's just bingo and 'pub singers' and boxing on the big screen.

Obviously I'm going to the wrong Yorkshire working men's clubs! LOL

Portia Da Costa said...

Or maybe I'm just going on the wrong nights... ;)

kristina lloyd said...

Thanks, lass!

Heddlestone's a very special place, full of puppets, passion and perverts. There is no bingo. Ever. Not even passionate bingo.

Just Craig said...

Love the unique plot line, and the voice! Hard to pick a favorite, but:

His jeans crumpled around his knees and he shuffled closer, penetrating her with a quick jab. He fucked her with a light, casual manner, one hand pressing on her back as he gazed blankly ahead. It was like seeing an animal fuck, his pumping so regular and functional.

Was wonderful. The detachment was just so tangible and such a nice contrast.

Very well done.

Stacy S said...

Sounds good. Congrats on the release.

Janine Ashbless said...

The puppets scare me - but that just makes it hotter.

Puppets remind me of the scenes inside the killer's head in "The Cell," which are unbelievably disturbing tableaux but also curiously hypnotic.

What I really want to ask thought Kristina is this: When you handed in your manuscript in April I asked you if it had a Happy Ever After ending as is now de rigeur - and you laughed like a drain.
So ... Were you prevailed upon to change anything to make it happier?

Eloise said...

Sounds like a good read to me.

Can you give directions to Heddlestone please?!

Anonymous said...

I love your stuff, Kristina, it pushes all my buttons - especially my most important button.

She's going to get all tied up like a puppet, isn't she, and made to do outrageous things?

Can't wait!

Elizabeth

Janine Ashbless said...

Talking of puppets ...
Do you want to see a picture of the first person I ever fell in love with?

It probably explains everything about me.

Dakota Rebel said...

I get so excited every time I read anything about this book. And now, with this excerpt, holy crap! I cannot wait to get this. I preordered it a few days ago and now I will be even crazier waiting for Jan 1st. I have never wanted to live in the UK so much.

Thank you for the lovely excerpt.

Cheers!
Dakota

kristina lloyd said...

Thanks, guys! Much appreciated. That was a good line to pick, Just Craig. There's a lot of gazing blankly and detachment in the book, mainly from the puppets but the people have their moments too.

Eloise, my narrator, Kate, has a bad dream in which Heddlestone isn't on the map, it's just contours and emptiness. Like I say, it's a special place.

And Janine, I'm still laughing drainishly. Nothing's changed ...

Dakota, wow! A pre-order from the States. I'm so happy. Thank you!

Jeremy Edwards said...

I bet in the HEA version, the puppeteer decides to marry Annette.

But seriously . . . you are sensational. My very favorite bit here is "plump pale moons surrounded by dark rumpled fabric"— I love the texture, the light/dark, the alliteration . . . and, of course, the assonance.

Anonymous said...

puppets are a bit scary but congrats with the book and roll on November 8th...
Goodgirl

Alison Tyler said...

puppets, passion and perverts

T-shirt of the day, I must say.
Congratulations big time! I can see now why Tilly hates you so much. You're too fucking good.

XXX,
AT

kristina lloyd said...

Tilly hates me?

CrystalG said...

Sounds great. Great plot.

Alison Tyler said...

Oh, I meant me. That was a typo. You're too good. This is why I hate you.

Nikki Magennis said...

I'm lucky enough to have a shiny new copy of Split right here!

I just read the first chapter and wanted to say that it's absolutely fucking stunning. Horny and dark and varied and beautiful and atmospheric. Romantic with a capital R.

And the sexiest thing I've read in ages.

I agree with Alison, Kristina, you're too good!

A big congrats!

Madeline Moore said...

Strange, how we Lusties are surrounded by stories of vampires, werewolves and other shape shifting horny night creatures, yet it is the puppets...Kristina's puppets...who scare/excite me the most. I'm afraid of 'Split'... and that makes me want it, bad. Again, almost bad enough to QUIT LB and try to win the book! But, again, not quite.

Good stuff Kristina. Can't wait.

Mathilde Madden said...

That's the way to do it!

(months, I've been waiting to say that months... (hate filled months...))

Anonymous said...

Wonderful exerpt on so many levels.
Is it really pedantic of me to be fascinated by the fact that you write in the second person? That must be even more of a challenge that first or third? Maybe it's just more strings to keep track of for a virtuoso puppeteer.

Curious

Kate Pearce said...

I'm kind of creeped out but at the same time strongly attracted to this whole scenario. Beautiful writing Kristina! Can't wait to read it!

Grover huh?
I thought it was going to be Andy Pandy...

angell said...

DAYUM - what's the release date in the US?

Hmmm (calculating shipping from the UK)...

Absolutely amazing. :D

tetewa said...

I received an autographed copy of Asking For Trouble by you and really enjoyed it. Looking forward to reading Split, good luck on the release!

Ally said...

Damned, I am moving to the UK. You guys seem to have the most facinating sex in the most amazing places.

I was scared for her and yet I ached to be in her place, two strong horny men prowling around me. Her powerlessness was horribly appealing.

Licking chops.

Janine, wow, Grover was so cool. I loved Oscar the grouch, he was always so miserable and unloveable that I just had to love him. I always did go for the bad boys, the misfits and risk takers.

Dayle A. Dermatis said...

As long as there are no more pictures of that scary doll in the book, I'm desperate to read it now!

kristina lloyd said...

Thanks everyone! I just got home. It's Friday night. I might be drunk. Well, OK. I am drunk.

But honestly I swear to God you're my best friend, all of you, an' I love you.

Thank you for all the fabulously kind words. I'm thrilled!

Tea or whisky? Glove puppets or string? One man or two?

Does anyone else stay awake wondering about these things? No, me neither. Whisky. String. Two.

Cheers!

Dakota Rebel said...

Definately glove puppets. Cause you get to stick your hand up their... well yeah. Glove puppets are the way to go.

XoXoXO
Dakota

Ally said...

Whiskey, straight up for me. (Neat) Whatever.

Puppets are scary, but hand puppets can't choke you... Oh wait... OK um, imaginary puppets.

Two is always better than one... Um, unless you injure a kidney.
Oh wait we are talking men?

Two has always been a fantasy, yea I wanna watch!

Deanna Ashford said...

Looks to be a a great book.

I'm obviously living in the wrong place. Perhaps, because I'm in the suburbs, I just don't know what goes on behind closed doors.

Danielle de Santiago said...

wow..i always had a thing for puppets..and cages and keys..well puppets are here..a bit scary but also sexy and ..what can a guy want more then passionet pervert puppets?..

cant wait to read the rest

xxx

danielle