Pick Your Pleasure

by Jayne Rylon

  Linley might have laughed. She’d never been one to tip quickly into orgasm. But tonight…well, everything was different. The entire evening had been foreplay, and she felt as though she would shatter at any moment. Each glancing nuzzle of Ryder’s face on her mound had her ready to scream.

  The guys shook on their gamble. Ryder lifted his head so they could all catch the twinkle in his eyes. “It won’t take that long. Give me thirty seconds.”

  She tried to stop him. He shushed her by placing a love bite on the gentle swell of her belly.

  “Don’t bother to argue. I’ll make you a believer, wildcat.” He winked at her then turned to the man beside her shoulder. “Loser pays the winner’s membership fee for a year.”

  “Done.” The guy huffed. “You’re good, no doubt. Still, she’s a first timer. Nervous. I can see it in her hands. They’re trembling.”

  Ryder didn’t flinch. Could he know they were shaking because she craved him so badly?

  “Then let’s get right to it.” He nodded to his opponent. “Count it down.”

  The deceptively respectable-looking man glanced at his Rolex. “Three…two…go!”

  Linley braced herself. It didn’t matter. He slipped his finger beneath the lace edge and slid the panel to the side, exposing her flesh to his tongue and lips. The initial pressure of Ryder’s mouth on her bare pussy had her nearly convulsing.

  The appreciative and carnal hum he made as he tasted her for the very first time did more for her than the tame and conscientious caresses of previous lovers. Raw desire had him burrowing deeper into her folds. Despite her attempts to revel in his treatment and the instant, full-speed-ahead pleasure he instilled, the impact he had on her body demonstrated his irresistibility.

  “Twenty-five…twenty-six.”

  The man beside her shouldn’t have bothered.

  Her capitulation had never been in doubt.

  Linley surrendered to the awesome force of the ecstasy Ryder delivered. He pressed a single digit inside her and set her off. She grasped him tight as she rewarded his dexterity and made him a winner. Both of them. Several times over.

  And she couldn’t wait to do it again.

  No lassitude crept over her at the temporary relief. Instead, it flung her higher. If the room didn’t free up soon, she’d find out what it was like to fuck in the open. Waiting was no longer an option.

  As Linley struggled to rise onto her elbows, a server tapped her on the shoulder. Though not the same man she’d placed her order with, he matched the other in his sexy appeal. Where did they find so many beautiful people? Or was it the libertine attitudes that influenced their appeal and made them so attractive?

  She supposed that must be it. Even odder, she figured she now counted among their ranks considering her pussy still quivered from the aftereffects of Ryder’s handling.

  Trying for sedate, she couldn’t keep herself from bolting to her feet as fast as her liquefied insides would allow. Tugging Ryder, she urged him to hurry. She shouldn’t have worried. He clambered beside her. A tiny chink in his feral grace guaranteed the solid erection he sported impaired his typical cool demeanor.

  Linley couldn’t wait to shatter his self-control. She needed all of him, not some safe version he thought she could handle. The room she’d selected could do that for them both—push them to the cusp and over. If they let it.

  Certainty pulsed through her and inspired her wicked smile.

  “Damn, wildcat. I like that look. So, where are you taking me?” Ryder’s eyes—so brown they were almost black—searched hers. “What room did you ask for?”

  “What are your favorites?” She hoped they were as compatible as she thought.

  “It doesn’t matter as long as you’re in it. With you, any of the options would be a hell of a lot of dirty fun.” The squeeze of his fingers on her reassured her. “But if I had to put something from Downstairs on top of my wish list, it’d either be The Toy Chest or Ties That Bind.”

  A huge smile planted itself on her face.

  “Yeah?” He tugged her closer and swooped in for a relatively quick kiss. Despite its brevity, it sent sparks through her veins. “I’m not surprised we’re on the same track. So which one was it?”

  If Linley said The Toy Chest click here or search for 4E - Ryder Loves The Toy Chest.

  If Linley said Ties That Bind click here or search for 4F - Ryder Loves Ties That Bind.

  4G - Fuck Machines Rule

  “I’m kind of curious about fuck machines.” The admission might have embarrassed Linley earlier in the evening. Any discomfort she’d felt about sharing her desires seemed to have vanished somewhere around the time she’d begged Ryder to fuck her out in the open for everyone to witness.

  About then she’d realized she was proud of her passion and the man who managed to magnify its impact on her. Here among others who understood the need for something more than the everyday dating drama—something lustier, something more direct, something darker—for whatever their personal reasons, Linley could be honest.

  Ryder had unlocked that capability in her. A huge win, she embraced the change. A million and sixty-two boring dates would never have landed her with the right guy. He’d been waiting here all along.

  He turned and called to one of the men in the crowd for assistance.

  “Grant, help me get her loose.” Her seemingly easygoing guide flashed his inner core of steel. Authority came naturally to him, even if he chose not to employ it most of the time. What did he do to earn that? Where did it come from in real life?

  A tendril of recognition stirred within her. Part of her related on a level that insisted he hid a heck of a lot behind his jeans and T-shirt exterior. Or maybe that was her justification for the omissions she’d had to make to follow the rules.

  Linley felt off balance, both because of her line of reasoning and because the comfort of her bindings had been stripped away. She tumbled right into Ryder’s outstretched arms. He winked down at her as he cradled her against his toasty chest. “Hey there.”

  “Hi,” she whispered with a smile, growing meek just for a moment. It was either that or admit how much more than simply her body was in the game tonight. Foolish to care after a single evening, but she did.

  The Basement shifted around her as Ryder toted her to the appropriate portal. She didn’t notice much of the surroundings since her stare never wavered from his scruffy jaw. The deep, rich brown of his hair made her long to run her fingers through it, along with the matching trail that lead down his body to his cock.

  He gathered her to one side then used his elbow to push the latch-style handle. When he slipped inside, he didn’t immediately turn on the lights.

  “I’m glad you decided on this room, wildcat.” Under cover of darkness, he confessed, “I don’t usually mind sharing. Giving my playmate that extra level of pleasure multiple partners can bring is an honor, but something about you has me possessive. I hoped to stake my claim privately before we tried that route.”

  “I know what you mean.” Linley wouldn’t deny ménage was a hell of a fantasy. Still, it hadn’t tripped her switch tonight. This was about her. And him. And their journey together. “So now that we’re alone…what are you going to do about it?”

  Ryder’s laugh sounded even better with her ear against his chest. He lowered her feet to the floor and kept a steadying hand on her shoulder. Then he began to dial up the dimmer switch. If the outer room of the Basement had piqued her curiosity, the various apparatus sheltered in here had her whistling.

  “Holy crap.” She stood with her jaw hanging open until Ryder took her fingers in his and led her from station to station. She tilted her head as if looking at some of the contraptions sideways would make their configurations more sensible. “Ryder, I think I’m going to trust you on this one. You’re right. Tonight has been damn near perfect. Why stop banking on luck now?”

  Black pipes, leather pads, gears, and who knew what else stuck out all over the place.

 
“Sure thing, wildcat. I know just the thing. But first, come check out your accessory options.” Ryder led her to a showcase that was the centerpiece of an entire wall. Glass shelves lit by halogen spotlights made the dildos inside seem like works of art.

  “These are all attachments for the machines. Why don’t you choose one to get us started?” He gestured to the normal-looking variety on one side and the more outlandish kinds on the other.

  Linley glanced down at Ryder’s erection.

  “You’re making me a little self-conscious.” He chuckled. “What’s with the inspection?”

  “I want something close to, but not as good as, the real thing.” She smiled up at him. “I assume you’re the encore to this experiment?”

  “You’d better believe it.” He clenched his jaw. “It’s hard enough to wait my turn.”

  “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Linley angled her chin toward the enormous bed she’d spotted in the rear of the space. “After everything you’ve shown me tonight, I think I’ve realized that having a great time is about the person who takes you on the adventure more than which rabbit hole you fall down.”

  “Ah, a poet too?” Ryder dipped his head for a kiss. It quickly went from serene to full-octane. “No, wildcat. You’re going to get what you came for. And then some.”

  “I already have.” She hugged him tight. “But if you insist…I’ll take the model on the second shelf, fourth from the left.”

  “Good choice.” Reaching in the cabinet, he withdrew the dildo that matched his olive complexion. “The veins on this one should work some magic with the machine I had in mind.”

  “And which one is that?” The throbbing between her legs increased as he hauled her past station after station.

  A chair that looked a little too much like a dentist’s setup for her peace of mind occupied a corner along with bright lights. A couple with a medical fetish would adore it. Next was a handheld unit on a stand. It looked like it might have once been a reciprocating saw. Then something that seemed to be a fully functioning robotic man. That one gave her the shivers.

  She held her breath until they’d crossed almost the entire chamber.

  There, at the far end of the bed, something unusual and fun caught her attention. She asked, “This?”

  “Mmm.” Ryder hummed. “You strike me as the kind of woman who could tame a bucking bronco.”

  She smiled as she examined the saddle in front of her. Supported on a post, it almost looked like one of those rides she’d seen at the line dancing bar Henry dragged her to on occasion. Except this version had large handrails on either side. They resembled a set of parallel bars with the saddle between them. Affixed to the center of each one was a padded cuff.

  When Ryder caught the direction of her gaze, he grinned. “Wouldn’t want you falling off and getting hurt now, would we? I have plans to ride you when you’re done riding it.”

  Her knees wobbled at the thought. Their evening had been one long bout of foreplay, and she was eager for the main event.

  Ryder caught her and swung her into the saddle. “No way, wildcat. We’re not skipping out on this. I want my show. You realize this room is just as much for the men as the ladies, right? I’m pretty sure I’ll never get the image of you on display as you ride this thing out of my mind. Wouldn’t want to. I already know it’s going to be spectacular.”

  She bit her lip as she considered performing for him, revving him even higher so that when they finally came together, it was an explosion of passion. A demonstration of what rapture under pressure could do to two people in bed.

  “Get your feet in the stirrups.” He nudged her legs until they settled into the wooden brackets. Each foothold dangled from a length of leather that Ryder deftly adjusted to the perfect height for her long legs.

  For once, she liked how tall she was. He had a good four inches on her nearly six feet. Not a single time during the night had she felt as if she towered over him. Not in stature and certainly not in bearing. He was a welcome relief.

  Linley parted her lips to ask him where the dildo he still clutched would come into this equation when he ducked down and fiddled with a panel in her seat. He opened the trap door and attached her selection before buttoning it all up again.

  Considering the nature of her business, she could think of a lot of cyber innovations this room would benefit from. Taking in the ones others had dreamed up engaged her mind as well as her body in this quest for relief.

  “Ryder. Please hurry.” She could hardly believe she’d made it this far without being touched after the close call of the Basement’s main area. The urge for something fierce and sudden had banked while she explored. Poised on the cusp of resolution, it returned full force.

  “Put your wrists in the cuffs, wildcat.” Ryder waited for her to take the initiative and lay her hands inside the wide leather bands. Thankful for the furred interior, she smiled. And when her dream date enclosed her arms—as he had out in the lobby of the Basement—she shuddered.

  No panic visited this time. Just instant relief. Their shared bond generated it. She trusted him, and he cared for her. Symbiotic, their exchange sustained them both.

  “Lift just a little so I can line you up.” Ryder slid his hand between her and the saddle. She realized the padded surface had a square cut in it to allow the dildo to rise and fall from below.

  When she posted in the saddle, he triggered the motion of the fucking arm with a small button on the control panel of the machine. The pinpad had been built into one of the arm grip posts. Whoever had designed this contraption had done a lovely job of incorporating all the features a deviant like her would desire.

  “Riding lessons were always my favorite, but this has them beat hands down.” Linley shuddered when the tip of her selection nudged the inside of her thigh.

  “And you haven’t seen the best parts yet.” Ryder held her as steadily as he could from his position. With his hand still lingering between the leather and her flesh, he guided the faux cock to her pussy as though he were parking an expensive car in a tight space. “Let it settle in before we start playing with the fucking motion.

  Linley did as he coached. She gasped when the blunt head of the tool nudged her opening. Then there was no saving her. She sank onto the device, going faster than he’d recommended.

  Her wince had him at her side in a flash. He wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her an inch or so. “What did I tell you about rushing?”

  His smack on her ass didn’t do much to slow her down.

  Linley squirmed in his hold. Relief at finally being filled overwhelmed her. “I’m fine. It’s good. So damn great. Let me have it. You.”

  Pleas rolled off her tongue the instant she admitted that smooth talking wouldn’t get her what she wanted this time.

  “Behave or I’ll keep you like this all night.” Ryder moaned. “You wouldn’t do that to me would you, wildcat?”

  He took himself in hand and stroked his cock from base to tip several times before abandoning the length, as if afraid of losing his self-control.

  “I promise. I’ll be good if you give me this cock. And yours right after. Or now. Just…something. Anything.”

  The raw hunger in his gaze when he stared at her had her on edge.

  “Okay. Have it your way. For now, wildcat.” He released her, allowing gravity to impale her on the toy. It wasn’t until her pussy had settled on the saddle that she realized the nubs on the pommel were ingeniously placed to manipulate her clit.

  Ryder smiled at her, the lines of his mouth tight. He sped up the pace of the fucking to something that might not drive her insane in a matter of seconds. Her pussy hugged the toy, wringing it. And just when she was about to ask for more, he pressed another button.

  This time it was the saddle that came to life. It rocked her back and forth. The arm of the vibrator stayed in sync with the motion. It kept her filled, or not. The brush of her clit against the enhanced pommel had her calling out to Ryder
.

  Programming on the machine was top notch. Her company should look into apps for sex toys. She mentally added it to her to-do list.

  “Where’d you go, wildcat?” Ryder edged nearer, narrowing his eyes on her. “You’re not wandering, are you?”

  “Sorry,” she apologized. “Just a real life thought that popped into my head. Gone now. Promise.”

  What did he expect when he scrambled her brain like a chef wielding a whisk?

  “You asked for it.” He shook his head in mock disapproval then selected another setting. This time the pommel buzzed to life. The devious thing was a vibrator too. Oh damn.

  Linley leaned forward as if she were jumping gates with one of her horses in the practice ring of her main house’s equestrian stables. She didn’t give a shit about what she looked like, though the torment on Ryder’s face wasn’t something he could have faked.

  “Grind that pussy on there good and hard.” He growled at her as he took himself in hand. “You have no idea how glorious you look. Your long body is stretched out, your hands bound, those legs drawn up and held in pretty stirrups. I can even see the dildo fucking up into you from here.”

  Adding his heated praise to the sensations bombarding her pushed Linley close to the edge of surrender. Knowing she’d become his center-stage entertainment didn’t hurt either. Her entire body quaked as it was shaken, fucked, teased, and filled.

  “Come for me, Linley.” Ryder used her real name instead of the nickname he’d given her in the first few minutes they’d met. “Show me all you have to give. Then, when I fuck you, right here on the floor, you’re going to offer up even more. I know you will.”

  The dead certainty in his eyes revealed just how powerfully persuasive he could be. Again she wondered at his innate authority. It catapulted her over the edge. She screamed his name as she rode the machine, grinding her pussy on the dildo, the saddle, and the vibrating pommel.

  Embarrassment had no place in this ultimate surrender.