Naughty Bits

by Lacy Danes

  You reach in between my legs and the rubber handle pushes up into my weeping cunt. I groan. Deep. The sensation wracks my body as my pussy opens to you and your probing.

  You slide the flogger back out and then in again, the tails brushing my thighs with each fuck of the handle. Your thumb rides against my clit as you push the handle deep.

  The fire rushes through my body and I reach for the climax thundering in my veins. In and out the handle goes, sliding in my slick juices. My wetness is audible. I am soaking for you.

  Your thumb glides in the same relentless rhythm against my button. I tremble and my toes curl in my boots as my hips arch toward you. “Please, please, Master. May I? May I please?”

  “Come for me, my love.”

  With your words I shatter.

  My body convulsing, my pussy clenches the flogger handle in wave upon wave.

  You lean in and suckle my breast. Tingles shoot through the tissue and I come again, shaking for you as I feel your lips smile against my skin.

  You remove the flogger and slide the blindfold from my eyes.

  I blink and stare at you, my handsome master, filled with love and devotion.

  You smile. “You did very well.” Your eyes are thick black pools of arousal. You walk around behind me, trailing your fingers along my stomach and side. The gentle caress on my oversensitized skin tickles and I jump and shake, pulling away from you as I giggle.

  “Ticklish, eh?”

  “Yes, Master.” I close my eyes and try to relax the thundering in my veins.

  Your finger gently traces one of the switch marks on my ass. The caress is filled with love, wonder and pride. Strange how a simple touch I can’t even see expresses all of that. I know I will have the marks from this scene for days to warm my thoughts and make me smile thinking of you, of this moment, of our love.

  As you slide your finger about the wide base of the glass gift in my ass, I shake. The tips of your fingers forage beneath the ridge. The press of your flesh against my slick bottom renews the arousal in my veins. My breath quickens and I whimper.

  Slowly you slide the bulb-shaped plug out. My anal ring stretches over the wide part of the egg and sensation spirals hot and cold through my ass, cunt and gut. I hear a ting as the glass hits the ground.

  My muscles are liquid and you place your cock at my pucker. Your hips rock forward. A tiny single push in, and my body gives way to you, yielding over your large width without hesitation.

  I groan at the sensation of being filled with you, being joined in this primitive dance of us.

  You moan and pull your cock back out to the tip.

  Your fingers grasp my hips and you fuck me. You thrust hard; my body shakes and sways against you. My ass jiggles with each slap of your groin against my plush bottom. Each slip of you into me, you groan.

  Sensations like no other overload me as your thick cock stretches me. I shake and gasp for breath. You press deep and my pussy squirts gush after gush from my core. The slick fluid slides down my legs and they tremble. My god, I want your dick in my cunt…your cunt.

  You grab my hair and arch my head back. Your hips slow the rapturous pounding I so adore. Slipping from my ass, I feel you wipe your cock on something. You slide down my crack and directly spear my pussy. I suck in a pleasurable whimper. Aggressively you renew the onslaught of my cunt hole. “Oh yes. Yes, Master. Fuck me.”

  “Um-hum. Is this what my cunt wants?”

  “Oh! Oh yes, Master.”

  I gush and shake violently against you in pleasure. I love the way you fuck me, the way your thick prick glides effortlessly in and out of me, joining more than our bodies. Our souls intertwine and fly.

  Wanting to feel every inch of your glorious cock, I clench the muscles of my pussy about your invasion. You groan and your dick twitches within me. A telltale sign you will come soon. I grin, wanting that. To hear you cry out as you seek and find bliss.

  You pull out and I gasp at the loss of you. I feel the tug of the straps on the cuffs and my arms lower. You step in front of me.

  Your hand rises to my shoulder and your loving gaze caresses my face. I know what you want and I instantly drop to my knees. Your cock is glistening with my juices and steely hard. I want to taste you, your essence mixed with mine as I swallow you up.

  I spit into my palms and place them on the shaft of your cock with a tight grip. Licking the tip, I slide the crown into my mouth. My body and mind are calm and languid from my flogging and thorough fucking; my muscles loose. The only thought in my mind is you; my love for you and pleasuring you so that you are in the same state of contentedness.

  My lips part further and skim all the way down your cock to my hands. I slide back to the tip, my hands squeezing tight up your length in my mouth’s wake. I want nothing more than to make you come, to feel you spurt deep in my mouth and drink the essence of you.

  I suck your cock with vigor, pouring all my love, all my passion into the act. Your legs shake against me. Your hand snags into my hair and you begin fucking my mouth in tune with my motions.

  Your cock goes deep, touching my throat again and again. You groan and the hand in my hair clenches. “I’m going to come.”

  I continue sucking and sucking you. I want this—I want to hear you cry out and know I was the one that caused your greatest pleasure. The smooth hot skin of your cock glides effortlessly in and out of me as saliva drizzles down my chin.

  You groan, “Uh-un-uh-uh.” Spurt after delicious spurt of custard slides down my throat. I swallow the tart stingy taste of you and greedily continue to suck you for more. Your hand grasps my hair and you hold me still as you slide your cock from my mouth.

  You stand absolutely motionless, breathing hard. I lick my lips and swallow, then place my hands on your thighs. I gaze up at you.

  Your eyes widen and you smile. “Amazing, my love.” Your hand rubs my head.

  A smile turns my lips, too. I have thoroughly pleased you.

  “Stay right there.” You turn and walk to my bag. Pulling the warm blanket out of the pack, you come back to me and hold out your hand. “Stand, my love.”

  I grasp your hand and you help me to stand, then wrap the blanket about me. I stare, unable to take my eyes from you. My master. I love you so intensely, more deeply than anyone before in my life. The connection we have woven together is nonesuch.

  “So how was your day? Did you finish all the paperwork for your patients?” You undo the cuffs and rope from the tree. My gaze never leaves you—your fluid, strong movements as you do even the most mundane of tasks. You are beautiful.

  “Yes, I came home and then saw your gift sitting on the table.” Exhaustion hits me and I start to shake once more.

  “Indeed, a delicious gift, was it not?” You gather up the toys and put them in the backpack, then with it over your shoulder you walk to me.

  “How did you get the words in the glass, Eric?”

  “Silly. I had it specially made for you.” You lean in and kiss the tip of my nose. “You are mine. Owned by E.” Pride and possession flashes in your eyes.

  “Indeed, you own my heart, Eric. I love you.”

  “I love you. You are mine. You did very, very well. Let’s go home, get some food and cuddle.” You wiggle your eyebrows and chuckle. “And of course make love again.”

  I giggle, and tears well in my eyes and my lower lip trembles.

  You lean down, wrap your arms about me, and pick me up. “Shh.”

  I slump against you, content to my bones. Your strong arms about me as you carry me out of the woods stop my trembling. I feel safe. Safe to be me, who I am deep in my soul. To be vulnerable and yours.

  “I will take care of you always.” You kiss the top of my head.

  I nuzzle into the scent of you. Your warmth surrounds me and your heart beats full of love beneath my ear. You squeeze me close and kiss my cheek. I sigh, knowing that your love for me will be forever a constant in my life.

  Invite Me In

  DELI
LAH DEVLIN

  YOU MUST INVITE ME IN.

  I awoke from my dreams, emerging through the dark strata to find my heart pounding against my chest, soft cotton sheets tangled around my limbs. I noted the hour on my digital clock—midnight. Listened to rain pinging on the tiles of my balcony. Yes, I was awake.

  Invite me in.

  The voice wasn’t a part of any sensual dream. I felt it like a physical caress. The rasp of his words and insistent tone slithered sinuously along my hip, wrapped around my spine, crept upward like the glide of a warm palm to lift goose bumps on my naked skin—until, at last, he whispered in my ear.

  Open to me.

  I recognized the deep tones and slight inflections of his in-discernible accent. I’d heard it before, several nights ago, echoing in my mind.

  Even then, I’d known he was different. Never had a voice reached me without my seeking it first.

  Perhaps that was the reason his dark, primal passion resonated so deeply inside me. Only, I knew that wasn’t the whole truth. I shied away from the fact I found him every bit as irresistible as did the woman next door who had more men passing through her door than the Saints’ locker room.

  He was back—the one with the wicked kisses and silky caresses—and soon he’d be sliding into bed with her. Although why, when she’d barely satisfied him the last time, I didn’t understand.

  I told myself I was on a deadline, I couldn’t afford to lose sleep—but her delight was palpable. What was it about him that made him such an overwhelming temptation?

  Curious, I relaxed the defenses I instinctively threw up to ward off the sensations that swept through my body when people nearby began to lose themselves to passion.

  For once, I waited eagerly for the intrusion of carnal thoughts drifting in the ether. I reached out, finding the slender threads of their spirits as they lifted, intertwined, and followed them back into her room. Because I could only meld with one, I chose her.

  Her eagerness flooded me with heat. Already, her breasts tingled and tightened…as did mine.

  He stepped closer. I knew because she inhaled sharply, dragging in the fragrance clinging to his cheeks and dampened hair. His scent, redolent with the aroma of fresh rain and heated male musk, slowly filled my nostrils.

  In moments, his lips glided across her mouth, fastening to suction softly before he thrust his tongue inside. He tasted of mint and coffee, and something else I didn’t recognize because he moved on too quickly, sliding his firm lips along her jaw and lower.

  Her sighs deepened, her slender frame trembled. He pushed her down to the mattress and covered her, head to toe, a blanket of solid muscle and masculine heat.

  Anticipation shortened our breaths and made our hearts pound faster. He reached out to snag her wrist. His thumb swept back and forth as he pushed her hand above her head and pressed it into the pillow—a silent command to submit.

  Could he feel her pulse leap beneath his gently chafing thumb?

  I could. My own pulse skittered, and then rushed screaming through my body to plump the folds of my sex, he brought me to the brink that fast.

  Something about him drew me helplessly into her bedroom, kept me trapped beneath his long, rangy frame, my mind and body opening to the wicked delights he rained upon her warm skin.

  I closed my eyes and let the fingers she trailed along his body tell me how sleek and hard his muscled back and flanks were.

  When she plunged her hands into his thick hair, I learned its silky texture and length. When he leaned over her to kiss her mouth, I felt it sweep forward to brush my cheeks.

  The weight of his body crushed the breath from her, and made me gasp with pleasure. The pressure of his clothed, rigid cock burrowing between her folds drew a lusty wash of liquid arousal from her body…and mine.

  My legs splayed open. My knees came up to hug the sides of his hips and encourage him closer, deeper.

  “Too many clothes…” Her soft words intruded…or were they mine?

  A hot, hard palm cupped a naked breast; his thumb scraped a ruched nipple. I arched my back to press against his hand, demanding a rougher exploration. When his lips latched onto a nipple and drew hard, I gasped.

  My hips rolled, beginning a rhythm that slowed the beats of my racing heart, and my hands fell to the pillow beside my head as I let him lead me—no, lead us—toward completion.

  “I need you naked…please…inside me…” I whimpered. Already the walls of my vagina clenched and rippled, readying for his penetration.

  He murmured, nuzzling my neck until I turned my head to the side to allow him to trail a wet kiss along my skin. His teeth scraped, eliciting a moan, his lips drew on my skin, suckling hard for a moment, and then I felt a sharp, piercing pain—

  A scream ripped the air. Mine? Hers? My eyes slammed open in the darkness, the thread unraveling as I jackknifed upward to sit at the edge of my bed.

  What the hell had just happened?

  A shadow passed in front of the French doors that led to the balcony outside my bedroom. Had a cloud passed in front of the moon? My French Quarter apartment was three stories up; my fire escape ladder secured.

  Invite me in!

  Ice-cold terror doused the heat coursing through my body. The words hadn’t been spoken aloud. This time I could be sure neither my ears nor hers had heard them. His voice echoed inside my mind—harsh and angry. The doors were glass and slender slats of wood—if he chose, he could force his way inside.

  If not tonight, I’ll be back tomorrow night, and the next…. You will open to me.

  I sat stunned, aware of my nudity, aware of the sensual snare he’d laid on her bed…for me. But wasn’t this what I’d secretly hoped for? A chance to experience his brand of dangerous passion for myself?

  After all, I’d filtered my neighbor’s activities over the months, allowing in just what I needed to fill my muse. Only with this man had I been tempted to linger and fill my well with my own lust.

  He waited, as though sensing my internal battle. And what had he done? At the last moment when I’d felt him pierce her skin, I’d also felt the bloom of an orgasm, so intense it had frightened me more than the thought he might have somehow wounded her.

  I reached for my thin silky robe and shrugged my arms inside, cinched the belt around my waist, and approached the doors. My stomach clenched, my body trembled—I was afraid, but also filled with a sense that this was inevitable.

  As I stepped closer, I straightened my shoulders—I wasn’t exactly without weapons of my own. The closer to the doors I drew, the more I gave myself over to the remnants of the simmering sensuality he’d fed me. My hips loosened and swayed, my breasts tightened, my thighs slid together and apart, building a frictional heat only one thing could assuage.

  His shadow loomed, tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. I already knew how soft the skin was that stretched over his lean, muscled frame.

  Closing my eyes for a brief moment, I turned the lock and opened the doors.

  His hot, surly gaze swept over me, then locked with mine. “May I come in?” he whispered roughly.

  He’d gotten me to comply with his demand, and yet he hesitated—he needed my permission to enter my room.

  A soft rain fell, dampening his dark shirt and misting my face and the vee of skin exposed above the neckline of my robe.

  I canted my head and stared at the hard edges of his face—the sharp, high cheekbones and square, stubbled jaw. His brows were furrowed, drawn in a fearsome frown as dark as the midnight hair brushing the shoulders of his cotton shirt.

  Empowered by his need for me to obey, I was oddly unafraid. Staying just inside the door frame, I leaned against the edge of the door, pretending a nonchalance I was far from feeling.

  “How did you get here? Fly?” I asked, turning my gaze to the five-foot span between her balcony and mine.

  The corners of his lips curved upward, slight and mocking.

  A frisson of alarm made me shiver. Had he? I was something ot
her—was he as well?

  “Stop thinking,” he murmured, his hands reaching up to grip the top of the door frame. “You brought me here.”

  I lifted my chin. I realized that was a mistake when his gaze dropped to my lips. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  As the moments stretched, my mouth grew dry, my nipples pebbled against the thin fabric sticking to my skin.

  “You were with us,” he said softly. “Both times. You’re the only reason I returned.”

  I didn’t pretend not to understand. “Are you angry because I peeked?”

  “No…intrigued.” He leaned back his head and drew a deep breath, which lifted his well-defined chest.

  I’d felt the weight of all that masculine mass crushing my breasts. I licked my lips and imagined how much more powerful the sensations would be without the filter of another’s body between us.

  His lips twisted. “Are we going to do it out here?”

  I cleared my throat. “Do what?” I asked after I’d pried my tongue loose from the roof of my dry mouth.

  One dark, elegant eyebrow rose. His gaze kept its steady glare.

  I straightened from the door. “Are you punishing me for intruding?”

  “That’s an odd way to describe the kind of pleasure I bring. Perhaps you only get off sucking someone else’s pleasure.”

  Christ! He knew what I was. “Better that than taking their blood.”

  “We all do what we must to survive.” His expression grew impossibly darker. “Invite me in.”

  My heart pounded harder, faster. Oh, he frightened me all right—but I was more frightened of myself. I’d learned to harness my curse, use it, control it. I lived a solitary life for a reason.

  Maybe this was recompense for stubbornly distancing myself from others, letting in only what I needed, when I needed it—on my own terms.

  I took a deep breath and stepped back. “Come in,” I whispered.

  To give him credit, he didn’t immediately pounce. He let go of the door frame, shot me another all-encompassing glance and stepped past me, into my bedroom.