Check out this gorgeous, perfect Hallowe'en moon that was waiting for me when I got up this morning:
What shall we do to celebrate the day? How about another excerpt from my spookiest story, "Succubus, Inc."?
Lucy turns one final sheet. "And sign here, and date... Thank you, Mr. Field." Lucy takes the pen from Field's unresisting fingers and schools her expression to hide her sense of triumph as she adds her own signature to the page. "Now then, let's get started." She takes his hand and draws him toward the bedroom.
He follows, but now that he has signed, his feet drag. "I don't recall a no-harm clause," he hedges.
Lucy laughs. "Well, you have been a very naughty boy," she says. "Don't you think you deserve a little punishment?"
"I... I guess so."
"That's one," Lucy warns. "You will address me as Ms. Morgenstern, or Mistress. Do you understand?"
Field's expression is uncertain, but his eyes are dilated and Lucy can see the bulge of his cock pressing against his pants. "Yes, ma'am."
"Mistress. Not ma'am. That's two."
"Mistress!" Field corrects himself quickly.
Lucy smiles and positions him at the foot of the enormous bed. "Better. But for speaking without permission, that's three."
Field opens his mouth to protest, but realizes the trap and closes it again quickly.
"Clever boy," Lucy purrs. "Now take off your clothes."
Oh, Mr. Field, just what have you gotten yourself into?