The true art highlighted to her the fact that all the acts were natural. Fresh and honest expressions of one of life’s greatest pleasures.
“Everything you see here is an option Downstairs.” Ryder erased some of the space between them.
“Even that?” She pointed to a crowd of the pretty people gathered around a woman on her hands and knees. A man took her from behind. It might have been a trick of the light, but it appeared he really did take her behind.
Ryder choked on his sarcasm. “I’d be willing to sacrifice for you, wildcat. Sure.”
Her eyes went wide. Embarrassed to admit she’d considered the possibility, she blushed because the thought didn’t completely repulse her. “Does it feel good?”
“If I do it right.” His shoulders broadened as his chest puffed up. “I’ve been told I’m not a slouch at pleasing my women. I can be smooth when it’s called for.”
A woman passing by stumbled then turned toward them. “Honey, you have no idea how good you’ve got it tonight. He’s being ridiculously modest.”
“Don’t rat me out, Eva.” Ryder cleared his throat.
“Trust me.” The woman pointed at Linley’s guy for the evening. “He’s never lonely around here. Enough said. Enjoy.”
“I will.” Linley nodded at the retreating guest.
He whistled innocently, as if he hadn’t overheard the entire exchange.
“Quite a reputation, sir.” She pinched his arm to get his attention.
“Careful, wildcat.” He growled against her neck from where he’d swallowed her in his embrace. “Power exchanges with a little sensual pain tossed in are one of my favorite ways to play.”
The solid erection he sported proved his promise. Steely and thick, he made her long to cut to the chase. “Show me the rest.”
“Greedy.” He stole another drugging kiss before smiling against her lips. “I approve.”
“Thanks,” she muttered.
“But you’re not quite ready—”
“I am!” The assertion escaped before she could stop it.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” His voice turned gravelly. “I was referring to your clothes, though. Once we pass the curtain, there’s a dress code. Or maybe an undress code is a better term.”
“Oh.” Again she’d flashed her naiveté.
“I get the sense you didn’t head out with this in mind. So you have some options. You can leave your dress and shoes at the coat check if you like your underwear well enough. Or you can strut around naked, which I highly recommend.” The selfish smirk reemerged. “If neither of those options appeal, there are some branded items you can take from the lockers in the corner over there. You would make a hell of an advertisement for anything sexy, this place especially.”
“I’ll stick with my own lingerie, thanks.” She refused to think about it as parading around in her underwear. Thank God she’d worn something hot. Just in case…
They continued until they were beside the storage area. An attendant nodded to Ryder, who didn’t hesitate to strip his fitted black T-shirt over his head. She was almost too entranced by the landscape of his pecs and defined abs to notice when he shucked his shoes and socks.
Leather whipped through the loops on his jeans when he removed his belt. With it curled over his knuckles, he made her knees weak. But it was when he unzipped the denim and revealed his bare hard-on that she nearly had a heart attack.
“Close your mouth or I’ll give you something to suck on.” His smile softened the command, though part of her imagined he wasn’t entirely joking.
“You’re…” She licked her lips. “Whoa.”
There went that laugh again. Rich and boisterous. It ensnared her heart a bit more every time she brought it out of him.
“Thanks.” He brushed the pad of his thumb across her dampened mouth. “Your turn.”
Linley’s fingers fumbled at her hem. Could she do this? No one else seemed particularly disturbed by the gorgeous, very naked man in their ranks. What would it matter if there was an almost-nude woman joining him?
Other than the fact that she’d never been so bold.
Sure, she’d had lovers. Not many, and none she’d stripped for outside the dim light of their bedroom. Plus, that had been years ago. In her college days. Before she’d gotten rusty and the stakes had climbed so high.
She needed to find that old sense of adventure and have some fun.
“Do I need to help you?” He clasped the edge of her dress in his strong hands and walked it up her thighs. He hummed when the tiny triangle of lace covering her waxed mound came into view. “Very pretty, Linley. I can see your wetness decorating them from here.”
She whipped her gaze to the attendant, who feigned disinterest as he stared across the lobby.
“Show me your tits.” Ryder took her hand in his and lifted it to where he’d gotten her started. The stroke of his fingers over his erect shaft emboldened her. He certainly liked what he saw so far. There was no lying about that.
Like ripping off a hangnail, she opted for quick. No way to take it back when she whipped her dress over her head and thrust it at the suddenly ready attendant. Bored her ass.
“Damn, you’re gorgeous.” The scorching laser of Ryder’s gaze swept her from head to toe then made a return journey.
“No, I’m horny.” She practically panted. “Don’t make me wait much longer. Please.”
She might have imagined the attendant’s muttered, “Jesus.” She didn’t think so, though.
“Come.” Ryder snagged her hand and led her toward the curtain. “You’re killing me.”
“Me?” She concentrated on evening her respiration. “You’re the one strutting around like a sex god.”
The smile that spread slowly across his face rewarded her plenty for her honesty.
“Thank you, Linley. Let’s make this tour fast so you can pick your pleasure.”
“I’m fairly sure that as long as I’m with you, tonight is going to be unforgettable.” She lifted their joined hands and kissed his knuckles.
“Ditto, wildcat.” They burst through the curtain to Downstairs perfectly in synch.
All around them, sensuality abounded. Couples clung on furniture of all varieties. They clustered around pairs actively engaged in intercourse of all shapes and sizes. Plenty of men or women treated their counterparts to oral pleasure as they observed others or were the focus of attention.
Ryder didn’t hesitate. He led her toward the back of the room, past a row of doorways. They were marked with various fantasies. The Toy Chest. Peeping Toms, Vanilla, The Grotto, Costumes ‘R Us, and Ties That Bind
Each had a vacant or occupied light illuminated on the front. They went on for as far as she could see until the portals turned a corner. She didn’t doubt as many or more lurked around the bend.
Naked waitresses and equally buff waiters served the clientele when they needed refreshments. All around her the sounds of sex reverberated.
Imagining herself in place of the woman draped over a sofa while her partner devoured her caused her to stumble. Ryder had her wrapped in his arms in no time. Instead of letting her go, he lifted her and carried her effortlessly across the room.
A dark spiral staircase made of something that looked like ebony caught her eye…and her imagination.
“You’ve gotten a glimpse at what you can expect Downstairs.” Ryder cupped her sex as he spoke, distracting her with the promise of what he’d show her next. “But the Basement is a whole new level of fun.”
More than this?
She craved knowing what that might be like but couldn’t imagine something better.
“You can have multiple partners. I have friends. I’d give you that.” He whispered to her between nibbles on her ears and neck. “Or bondage. Have you ever wanted to be tied up, Linley?”
Her knees wobbled but he steadied her, impaling her on several of his fingers at once. “Maybe. But… Didn’t we pass a room for that here?”
“Yes.
Ties That Bind is a lighter version of the cuffs, shackles, spreader bars, and bondage equipment you’ll find in the Basement.” Ryder smiled. “I like it all. If you want to test-drive the place first, I’m fine with that. I know you’ll be back for more.”
“Like what?” Linley could hardly breathe past the anticipation strangling her.
“There are rooms for all sorts of fetishes.” He promised her the world and everything below it. “I’ll take you wherever you’d like to go. What’s between us won’t change. This heat. Damn it, I like you Linley. Tell me what will make you happy.”
She blinked back unexpected tears at his generosity and his ferocity. The same washed over her. Intending to please him in return, she considered.
“Pick quickly. I can’t wait much longer.” He growled. “Do you want me to play with you here? Or should I take you to the Basement?”
If Linley picked Play Downstairs click here or search for 3C - Play Downstairs.
If Linley picked The Basement click here or search for 3D - Take Me To The Basement.
4C - Toy Chest With Chase
“The Toy Chest is open,” Linley whispered. A shiver ran through her.
“Hell, yes.” The pressure of his fingers on her cheek tipped her face toward him. Chase stole a deep kiss. He ended the sweet yet dirty meeting of their mouths prematurely. “Come on, before someone beats us to it.”
They practically hurdled the couch in their haste to abscond to the fantasy chamber. When they drew up short in front of the elaborately carved hardwood, Chase paused with his hand on the knob.
“No second guessing here.” She answered before he could ask. “Let’s do this. Show me what’s behind that door.”
“You got it.” He laughed at her eagerness. Not in a mean way, but with an indulgent partner-in-crime sort of flavor.
They held hands as he pushed the panel open and drew her inside, closing them in darkness together. When he slid the dimmer up gradually, she gasped.
The room was the stuff of erotic daydreams. Burnished silver accents offset the deep purple of the walls. A gorgeous oval mirror reflected her stunned expression and Chase’s undivided focus on her reaction.
He smiled as she discovered the nuances of the chamber.
Armoires and dressers lined each available space on the perimeter other than an extra-wide armchair. A low, tufted bench stretched across the foot of an enormous four-poster bed, complete with a draped, silk canopy.
Silver and purple sheets were perfectly made and a whole host of pillows called to her, inviting her to crash into their fluffiness. Naked. With this amazing, sexy, sophisticated guy who seemed to be as enthralled by her as she was with him.
What more could she want?
Oh, right. Toys.
An enormous smile spread across her face.
“I love that look. Angelic and devilish all at once.” Chase bent to kiss her grin. He started off slow and gentle, but before she knew it, he had her balanced in his arms. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, allowing her to feel every inch of him against her mound and belly. The habitual sway of her torso rubbed her breasts on his chest.
Just when she might have said the hell with it all and begged him to make love to her—the plain vanilla variety—he set her on the cool polished surface of one of the armoires. She yelped then squirmed. He ensured she didn’t tumble off with a sure grip on her waist.
“Stop distracting me, love.” He brushed his thumb over her swollen mouth. “Let me show you the possibilities before you dissolve my concentration.”
“I wasn’t complaining,” she reminded him.
“True. But when you leave here tonight, I want you to have everything you came for.” His eyes went soft, and she wished she could hug him.
“I’ve already found more than I expected,” she promised.
“But what about all you wished?” He refused to fall short. “That’s the least I’ll permit.”
Linley ducked her head, using the cascade of her hair to camouflage the mist that caused a sheen over her eyes. How could she have gotten so lucky?
If Chase wasn’t fooled, he remained a gentleman, giving her time to recover by angling away and busying himself with intricate latches on the set of dressers beside her. He flipped up lids, opened cabinets, and drew out drawers to reveal their contents.
To call the collection in the Toy Chest extensive wouldn’t have done it justice. Some of the items were complete mysteries to her. She blinked. Several times.
“What’re you thinking, love?” He prodded gently.
“I guess I’m a lot more naive than I thought.” A blush stole over her cheeks. “I was imagining vibrators and maybe some handcuffs.”
“There are plenty of those in here.” He crossed to the largest of all the storage units and parted the doors on the front. Row after row of naughty paraphernalia in sealed, original packaging had her shifting on her fancy perch.
Vibrators, dildos, remote controlled clitoral stimulators—all the basics in every permutation were available for trial.
“The best part of this room is that is comes with souvenirs. You can pick three things. Anything we use is yours to keep, of course.” Chase wiggled his eyebrows as he selected an enormous dildo in sparkly blue gel. The monster had more in common with his forearm than the generous yet realistic proportions of his natural equipment.
A laugh tumbled from Linley. She adored his ability to erase her awkwardness and trepidation. “Something tells me that’s not on the recommended agenda for beginners like me.”
“Love, I’m not sure a hundred years of practice could work you up to that thing.” He tossed it back into place.
“Would you mind if we stuck to the stuff in the middle there?” She prayed he wouldn’t be disappointed when she pointed to the tamer toys.
“What’s that sour face for?” He crossed to her, standing between her legs while he surveyed the concern in her eyes.
“Am I boring to a guy like you?” She canted her head. “How can tonight be as exciting for you as it is for me when I’m hardly out of training wheels when it comes to sex?”
“Linley, corrupting you might be the most fun I’ve had in my entire life.” His wicked grin reappeared. “Stop worrying. Don’t think. Rely on your gut. Pick three items from that chest, right now.”
“What will you do then?” She nibbled her cheek as she tested her ability to rile him. Surprisingly, it seemed to be true. She could affect him.
Chase dropped his head back. A groan burst from his throat.
“I’m going to demonstrate their effective use on your hot little body. Don’t expect me to go easy on you since you’re teasing me like a pro. You can ask me any questions you have, love.” He surrounded her with his arms, drawing her to his chest and kissing her shoulder lightly beside the strap of her expensive French bra. “I want you to make an informed decision.”
Linley shivered. Chase eased her from the armoire and set her on the floor near the beginner chest she’d indicated. She ran her fingers over several packages. Her first choice was a no-brainer. She’d always wanted to try this. After all, she’d heard women rave about using them on TV and in movies for years.
“These seem interesting. Which one do you recommend?” She appraised the selection of rabbit vibrators.
Chase hummed. “Very good taste. I mean you did pick me so we already knew that, but you’re confirming my suspicions.”
She elbowed him lightly in the ribs.
“Okay.” He laughed. “Sorry. So when it comes to rabbits, there are a few standard features. Mostly they’re your run-of-the-mill vibrator with some serious upgrades integrated into the design.”
Linley leaned in for a closer view as he pointed to one in particular.
The pink shaft had a translucent section. A bulge in the shaft was filled with tiny marbles.
“When you turn it on, that part rotates. It’ll tease you inside with the shifting motion of the plastic pearls, right on your G-Spot. Plus, the sw
irling shaft will simulate intercourse since you’ll probably trap it deep within you to maximize the contact of the actual rabbit with your clit.” He pointed to a protrusion from the base of the tool.
She hadn’t realized the silly character actually served a purpose. Well, that made a lot more sense and relieved her guilt over getting nasty with something so cute.
“I hear the magic is all in the ears. They’re light and fluttery enough to feel like a tongue when they get slick,” Chase murmured in her ear.
“All right. Yes. That.” She could hardly catch her breath. “Unless I’m stealing some of your fun.”
Another blush heated her cheeks. This had to be a record for a single evening.
“Watching you unravel will be plenty reward. Plus, I’m man enough to admit you can take a hell of a lot more in one night than I can give you. Unless I start popping some recreational Viagra.” He didn’t have to elaborate for her to be sure cheating wasn’t his style.
“If you’re sure…” She glanced at him over her shoulder, meeting his smoldering stare.
“Love, does it seem like I disapprove?” He pressed his pelvis tighter to her lower back. Mistaking his excitement would have been impossible.
“You’ve been so kind to me tonight.” She couldn’t wait to kiss him again. “You pick one, please?”
“I’m a nice guy, but who could turn down an offer like that?” He looked like a kid in a candy shop. It didn’t take more than a few seconds before he plucked a thin device from the chest.
It wasn’t longer than her thumb and probably just about as thick. Stacked beads decreased in dimension along its length.
Linley tried to disguise her disappointment. After the rabbit, this toy would be insubstantial. It didn’t seem to move or anything either, though it had a U-shaped hook at one end that looked like it would prevent it from slipping completely inside her.
“It’s not what you think, love.” Chase laughed softly. So much for her poker face. He saw right through it—through her anxiety to her anticipation. “It’s for your ass. Has anyone ever played with it?”
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