Lacy Danes
The Invitation

The Invitation

Harlequin (December 1, 2007)
included in print in the Naughty Bits anthology

ISBN-13: 9780373605385 ♦ ISBN-10: 0373605382
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Naughty Bits

Her lover’s gift — a unique erotic toy — was accompanied by an invitation: Wear this gift and meet me on the trail at dusk. Following his direction, she wore no bra or panties under her hiking outfit. As they entered the woods, the anticipation was more than she could bear. Soon their game would begin — dominant man in control of his spirited woman — and she would glory in the intoxicating thrill of submission.

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Your lips quirk up as I reach your side. “Greet me properly.”

My lips curl up in to a smile. “Yes, Master.”

I drop to my knees, my eyes filled with adoration never leaving yours, then smooth my hands up your thighs. My fingers trail your zipper and slide the fly down. You stand absolutely still, hands clasped behind your back. I want to shake you to make you moan. To lose the control you always hold in check, but I will never cross that line.

My mouth waters, wanting to take you into my sweet depths, to swallow you up, and make you hard. I slide your cock from the confines of your pants and press the plum shaped tip to the soft glossed lips of my mouth. My tongue slides out and circles the head of your semi-firm cock. The smell of your sex shoots straight to my wet labia making my cunt gape with need. Saliva pools under my tongue and as I slide your prick into my mouth, the slickness slips down your cock coating you with my moisture.

You taste delicious. The salty spice of your skin tingles my taste bubs and I flick my tongue against the smooth ridge of your dick head. The skin is loose but quickly fills, tightening over your wide penis. I nestle your dick head in my mouth then pull back out to the tip. Sliding back down your length, your crown gently touches the back of my tongue. I hesitate afraid I may gag on your thickness and pull back up to the tip. Swirling and gently nibbling on the rim with my teeth, you moan. The sound of your pleasure emboldens me, I want so desperately to hear more and more of that sweet delicious sound as you capture your pleasure and in turn I receive mine. Licking my lips I move back to suck the large tip back deeper into my throat. To create the sensation I know you so love.

You grasp my chin. “No. Stand.”


The sweaty firm grip of your fingers on my jawbone washes through me and I tremble. Even the lightest touch from you on my skin makes me shake but when you firmly grasp me, my vision hazes and I begin to float in the euphoric bliss that goes back ages in time. Dominant man in control of his spirited woman. I stand without hesitation, my eyes clouded with nothing but the vision of pleasing you. Of giving you all my power to do with as you wish.

You smile at me, devotion and excitement swirling in the depths of your eyes.

God you make my knees weak.

You lead me, your fingers entwined with mine, into the woods, away from the lake and the pretty view that we enjoyed on our first encounter. Deep into the trees we walk neither one of us saying a word. I wonder what you have planed but know I will enjoy it no matter what it is.

We reach a set of trees that are equal in size and spread about five feet apart. There is a large grouping of boulders off to the one side which you have placed your backpack, and a flask.

“Give me your backpack.” You hold out your hand to me. I slide the pack from my shoulders and hand over the bag which contains the water and warm blanket you requested. You grasp them in one hand and with the other you grab my hair. Tingles shoot through my scalp and you pull my lips to yours. The warmth of your mouth devours mine, the taste of Red Bull on your tongue as it plunges in tangling slowly, warms me to my toes. The flavor I will forever associate with you. My nipples pebble hard and I groan wanting to touch you to feel your skin beneath my hands, but I stand absolutely still as I have been trained by you to do.

You slip my jacket from my shoulders and off of me. I shiver but more from excitement then the cold. I only want to please you, to excite you, and bring you pleasure.

You walk me to the trees. There your fingers wrap my palm, and you raise my arm, placing a fur lined cuff about my wrist. The cuff is attached to the tree by rope. You do the same with my other hand, smiling a very devious smile, then go back to your plan. God I love that smile. It is the smile that inhabits my every dream, my every memory of us. I tug on my arms to see if I have any room for escape. the cuffs dig into the base of my hand but don’t slip over.

“No escape.”

“Yes Master. You know me, I had to check.” I grin at you.

You laugh as a blindfold emerges form your pocket and you slide it over my head. The soft fur under lining slides down my forehead and the last thing I see is your lips grinning at me.

Oh dear… what do you have planned?

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