Pick Your Pleasure

by Jayne Rylon

  The clear ring of his laugh echoed off the vaulted ceiling of the way Downstairs. “Of course not. I’ve spent a hell of a lot of time practicing my technique. I promise satisfaction is guaranteed. Both of ours.”

  As they proceeded, scenes flashed before her eyes. Delights she’d never imagined along with some she’d dreamed of plenty. Sex in every position imaginable. Play with toys. Sex as a spectator sport. Even a sketch of a woman taking her partner in her ass.

  “Not that.” She pointed. “Not tonight. Or maybe ever.”

  “Your call, love.” Chase kissed her cheek. “I could make you like it, but I respect your boundaries.”

  The closer they came to the curtain looming before them, the more daring the depictions got. Several made her uncomfortable. For sure, she was a lightweight. At least to start. What would the Basement have been like?

  Too much for her. She was sure she’d made the right choice.

  Maybe that’s what Henry had meant earlier. Just…pick your pleasures wisely, he’d cautioned.

  With Chase studying her while she deliberated, she knew the time had come to decide again. What did she want this night to be like?

  “You know, I meant what I said earlier.” Her date paused, becoming serious. The chivalrous side of him turned her on even more than some of the drawings. “I’m not the kind of man who insists on limiting my relationships to the confines of the club. It’s just that this environment is more expedient most of the time. Real life circumstances can make it difficult to find what you need on the outside. Skipping this is still an option. If you’d prefer something more traditional—private—I’d be glad to escort you home. I hope you’ll invite me in, but you don’t even have to go that far. If you’re not ready, we can try this some other time. I can already tell you’re worth waiting for, love.”

  Linley couldn’t stop her gaze from ping-ponging between Chase’s sincere smile and the fragments of silhouettes that peeped from between the crack in the rich velvet curtain before her. Soft moans and deep male grunts of pleasure drifted from the other side of the barrier.

  It might as well have been a different world from the one she’d lived in her whole life.

  Was that good? Or bad?

  “Which would you prefer, Linley?” Chase tucked an errant curl behind her ear. “Do you want to stay here? Or shall I take you home?”

  If Linley said Home click here or search for 3A - Happiest At Home.

  If Linley said Downstairs click here or search for 3B - Stay Downstairs.

  4B - A Pinch Of Spice

  “That combo is one of my specialties, love.” Chase smirked. He tugged the knot of his tie, loosening it until he could slip the silk free. He dragged the end of the material across the tops of her breasts, teasing and tempting her all at the same time.

  She wriggled a little beneath both the barest brush of softness and the intensity of his regard. “How about hurrying? Is that one of your strengths?”

  He laughed as she’d intended. “Not so much. I like to savor my pleasures.”

  “Damn it.” She giggled. The sense of humor they shared acted as insulation against the intensity they also generated.

  “Let’s get that dress off you.” He lifted the hem an inch or two. “How’s that for a start?”

  “The right direction.” Linley would have torn it off in a second flat if he’d allowed it. Instead he held her down with a palm on her sternum. The sides of her breasts hugged his hand.

  “I’ve got this.” He kissed her, but didn’t linger. They both knew they’d fall into endless explorations if he let them. While part of her wouldn’t have objected to an epic make-out session, the majority of her mind and body called out for more.

  She planted her feet on the mattress and lifted her ass, unconcerned about the peep show she gave him between her spread thighs.

  “So pretty.” He caressed the inside of her knee up her leg. “I can see the lace of your panties from here.”

  “Hurry. You can probably admire the details better when they’re flung on the floor. If you really care to.” She grinned. He made it easy to ask for what she wanted without artifice or social pleasantries.

  “Pass. The best part is catching a glimpse in the shadows and knowing soon I’ll be beneath them.” He teased higher on her leg, his lips following the path of his hand. “I can smell you from here.”

  A whimper escaped when he burrowed along the edge of her hem.

  “Okay,” he chuckled. “I’m speeding it up. But next time, after you’re more relaxed, we’re going to take this slow. Really, really slow.”

  “Deal.” The effort to pronounce that single word with her brain addled felt tougher than delivering an entire press release when she uttered it. “Get busy.”

  “Bossy, huh?” He fisted his fingers in the dress and yanked. The material easily rose above her breasts. It gathered there, ringing her torso just below her collarbones. Completely on display, she constricted in on herself a bit.

  A man as handsome and charming as him had to have been with oodles of beautiful women. How would she stack up? It’d been a long damn time since she had reason to doubt herself. She shouldn’t have bothered this time.

  “Hell.” Chase laid reverent strokes along her mostly flat stomach. “You’re flawless. I’m glad you’re new to Underground. Selfish but…I like having you to myself.”

  “Same goes.” She smiled up at him. “At least for tonight, you’re mine.”

  His smile pressed to hers before he began to manipulate her lips and tongue with his. Meanwhile his hands roamed over her bare skin, making her wish she could do the same to him. The firmness of his muscles beneath his clothes tempted her to start ripping and worry about his buttons later. Much later.

  Linley didn’t have to hope for long.

  They broke apart, both struggling to draw in a deep breath.

  When Chase separated them, he finished stripping her dress from her arms. Drawing the fabric over her head, he fanned her hair out on the pillow. She could tell the rumpled mess turned him on by the growing bulge in his slacks.

  Before she could reach for him, he’d tugged his shirttails from his trousers and destroyed the garment himself. Hopefully it could be repaired. It had fit him perfectly, hugging his broad shoulders, which tapered to his trim waist in an inverted triangle of ridges and valleys that had her drooling.

  Next he unbuckled his belt and yanked the leather from around his hips. He ditched it on the floor beside the bed, where he stood to shuck his pants before she could finish taking in the striking lines of his form. And when he paused, modeling his gray boxer briefs, she silently begged him to shove them off, revealing what looked to be some pretty impressive equipment.

  “Ladies first.” He caught her wide-eyed stare and grinned.

  “You don’t want the honors?” Linley decided to fight fire with fire. She fondled herself, first cupping her breasts in her hands, enhancing her cleavage by exaggerating the support of her bra. Then she rubbed down her abdomen to lay one hand over her pussy.

  The mewl that burst from her throat surprised them both.

  And pressed Chase into action.

  He growled as he stalked nearer and divested her of the scrap of black lace protecting her mound before she could blink. Next he wedged his hand beneath her and flicked the clasp of her bra open faster than she could have done it herself. Clearly an expert, he peeled the lingerie from her shoulders. He lifted it from her chest as if it were the lid of a box housing an expensive present.

  He scanned her naked body from her pink-painted toenails to the waves at the end of her hair. Just when she thought he’d explode in a flurry of seductive motions, ramping their interlude up to the next level, he surprised her by backing off.

  “Would you mind if I lit some of those candles?” The flick of his chin toward her mantle and the side tables helped her understand despite the fog in her brain.

  “Of course not. Go ahead. There are matches in the dish beside the pillars
.”

  Linley watched him stalk from cluster to cluster of the pretty votives, jars, and sticks. She adored candles of every variety.

  Flame caught as soon as he touched the head to the striker. She could sympathize with the poor bit of tinder. He’d set her ablaze with as little effort. When he’d finished ringing them in the warm yellow glow of flickering light, he extinguished the overhead lamp and returned to their nest.

  “Need some dim lighting to hide the imperfections?” The bit of disappointment winging through her didn’t improve her mood. How could he have the ability to hurt her after just a few hours? Why did his opinion matter? She couldn’t say, but it did.

  Chase blinked at her. Then understanding dawned across his face with a grimace. “Are you kidding me, love?”

  She reached for him but he’d already abandoned the bed, and her, once more.

  “Does this look like I’m struggling to get in the game?” He shoved his thumbs beneath the waistband of his briefs then maneuvered the elastic over his bulging cock.

  “Um.” Something more coherent refused to come to mind. “Nope.”

  “Damn straight.” His nostrils flared as he gave the long, thick erection a few strokes from root to tip. “More like I needed a time-out to collect myself. Pouncing on you and ravaging you like a Neanderthal isn’t exactly my style. That’s more Ryder’s thing, if that’s what you were hoping for.”

  “No, no. Sorry.” She snorted when he rolled his eyes. “My mistake.”

  “I’m not opposed to convincing you of how much I like what I see.” Lowering himself onto the bed again, he tucked himself into her open arms and descended until they were pressed together from head to toe—skin on skin.

  Linley gasped.

  He took the opportunity to kiss her, this time with more hunger than he’d allowed free rein before. The heavy shaft of his cock rested on her belly. If only he were inside her instead, she might be able to work off some of the pressure driving her mad.

  “I think I need to teach you a lesson, love.” He speared his fingers into her hair, fisting a handful of waves that he used to angle her head as he pleased. “About just how lovely I think you are.”

  “Does it involve you fucking me?” Her wistful tone had them sharing a laugh again. “I’m a quick learner if it does.”

  “Eventually.” Chase delighted in her needy fidgeting beneath him. About the time she figured out how to position herself to rub against his corded thigh and grant herself a measure of release, he shifted. “No cheating. Bad girl.”

  Before she could object, he’d retreated. His hands spanned her waist as he flipped her over. Lying on her stomach, her face turned so that her cheek rested on the high-quality linens, she wriggled, knowing her ass was prominently displayed for him.

  Still, she didn’t expect the crack of his palm meeting her rounded flesh. The sound more than the corresponding sting made her flinch. And when the brief spark of pain fizzled into something warm and very pleasant, she sighed.

  “You like that?” He had to be able to tell when she spread her legs for him, hoping to gain some relief for herself.

  The rubbing of his finger over her slit from behind proved he hadn’t missed the glistening arousal there. “Mmm.”

  “Say it.” This time his directive didn’t brook any argument.

  Except that her overwhelming horniness made it hard to think. “What?”

  “Tell me you know how gorgeous you are. That you can see how desperately I need you. That the slap of my palm on your ass makes you hotter than you could have imagined before tonight.” Without pausing, he tortured her until she complied.

  “Yes, yes, yes.” She rocked her body back and forth as she uttered the word he teased from her. “Now, please, fuck me.”

  “Not sure you understand quite yet.” Chase tsked at her. His grasp on her waist returned. But this time he didn’t rotate her as she imagined he would. Instead he lifted, forcing her to bury her knees in the mattress to stay upright.

  Again he treated her ass to several strong spanks that had to set his hand on fire as much as they did her ass. The shock of the answering desire that curled through her gut didn’t lessen any. And neither did the sweet pleasure humming between her legs.

  In fact, when he licked a path from her pussy damn near to her ass, she would have rocketed forward. Good thing his arm had banded around her waist to ensure she stayed immobile, directly in line with his talented tongue.

  Linley dipped her head so that she could watch him from beneath her body. She spied him flip so that he reclined on his back with her pussy positioned over his open mouth.

  “Come on, love.” He guided her lower as he encouraged her. “Feed me the taste of you.”

  She squealed when her engorged tissue alighted on his mouth. Empowered, she drew on her experience as a leader in the business realm to inform her less-used inner vixen.

  The power of his incredible finesse tempted her to shift until his attention maximized her pleasure. Before long, she rode his face with unabashed abandon.

  His grunts and enthusiastic licking communicated his approval loud and clear.

  So she gave him more of herself. Grinding onto his jaw, she felt the nudge of his nose on her clit along with the slide of his tongue across the folds of her pussy.

  When he probed her opening, ringing the clenching portal with the tip of one long, thick finger, she rocked backward. The attempt to embed him failed when he withdrew temporarily.

  Chase proved how generous he was being by permitting her the illusion of control. He lifted her several inches with a firm clasp on her hips.

  “Tell me what you need.” He nipped her thigh. She wondered how slick the skin there was given his recent foray. “I want to hear you beg, then scream as you come on my face.”

  She shivered in his hold.

  He kept whispering naughty things to her, planting ideas in her lust-soaked mind. “And when you think you can’t take any more, that’s when I’ll fuck you, love.”

  Then he dangled her just out of his reach. She squirmed, attempting to reconnect with the wet velvet heat of his mouth.

  “Tell me.” He shook her just enough to get her attention.

  “Let me down. Please, I’d like more of your mouth on me.” A flush burst over her chest, neck, and cheeks.

  Chase’s chuckle was strained with desire. “So polite, love. I’d like that too.”

  “Then quit teasing me, damn it. Lick me. Suck me. Bury your fingers inside me.” Dirty talk burst from her with surprising ease when she was properly motivated.

  “That’s more like it.” On a groan, he smothered himself with her passion.

  Happy sighs floated from between her parted lips when they reconnected. Quickly, they morphed into needy moans.

  Linley reached behind her, grabbing his hand, which splayed on her ass cheek. She squeezed, desperate to be filled in conjunction with the havoc his lips, tongue, and even teeth wreaked on her body.

  Rapture built, tightening everything inside her until she feared she might fracture if he didn’t relieve some of the mounting tension.

  Chase didn’t disappoint. At her nonverbal plea, he scooted his hand lower and began to seek out her moist center. When the tip of one finger sank inside an inch or two, she knew she wouldn’t have long to enjoy the pleasure he imparted.

  Soon she would implode.

  “Please. Hurry, please.” Linley dismissed the desperation in her entreaty. She didn’t think her current vulnerability was a well-kept secret from either of them at this point.

  His answering grunts as he invaded the tight sheath of her constrictive muscle gave her some reassurance she wasn’t alone in the storm of passion whipping around them, tossing her body and emotions as if they were as insubstantial as a puff of cotton candy.

  God knew this pleasure was sweet enough.

  Chase suckled on her clit while another finger joined the first. This time he burrowed deeper, preparing her for the eventual invasion o
f his cock.

  That thought alone instigated a clench. It rippled through her channel, hugging his embedded digits.

  His hum of approval guaranteed he realized the impact of his manipulation.

  Linley writhed, rubbing the aching peaks of her breasts on the smooth, heated surface of the silk sheets below her. The potent mix of sounds, sensations, and the surreal victory of her escapade, had her drunk on the man between her thighs and what they’d managed to forge together.

  Suddenly, the extent of her selfishness shamed her. The desire to impart even a fraction of that bliss in him spurred her to move. Or at least she attempted to dismount his busy mouth to return the favor.

  The resounding smack he blessed her derrière with forced her closer instead of permitting her escape. Testing him, she squirmed again with the same result. Only his spank came harder this time.

  Never could she have imagined the ecstasy the rougher-than-she-was-used-to contact could deliver. The impact of his strong palm infused her with additional heat that caused a meltdown in her core.

  “Chase!” An attempt to warn him cut short when her entire being paused for several heartbeats as she hung suspended. And then she crashed. Or flew.

  Linley lost track of her surroundings as she convulsed endlessly. Her fingers clenched in the sheets, rending the material for all she knew—or cared—at the moment.

  The relief overpowered her until she collapsed bonelessly. Effortless laughter spilled from her lightened soul.

  Chase wormed beside her so that their eyes were even. He gathered her to his chest and brushed stray locks from her face. “Well, that’s a reaction I’ve never gotten before.”

  His adorable frown inspired her to pepper his face with kisses. When she covered his mouth and sampled their mingled flavor, she moaned.

  Because, just like that, her libido shifted into overdrive like this had been a decadent pit stop. Unused for a while, parts of her begged for another go around on the Chase ride.

  “Yeah?” He smiled as he toyed with her fingers. “Again? So soon?”