A_Taste_of_Decadence_ARE

by Blake_Harte_Quinn_Ryan_Rylon

  “What?” She sniffled and redoubled her scrutiny of his handsome face. “You’re a businessman too?”

  “Kind of stings my ego that you didn’t recognize me, love.” He rubbed at his heart as if wounded. “I’m Chase Worthington.”

  This time he couldn’t restrain her when she bolted upright.

  “The venture capitalist?” Holy shit, he wasn’t kidding. He was rich. The filthy, stinking, wealthy kind.

  “At your service.” He smiled. “Though you’ve never given me a chance to offer a partnership as you self-funded your acquisitions entirely with cash reserves. Smart. Conservative. It makes me want you again to think of your strategies in the boardroom, love.”

  Linley put her face in her hands and cried a tear or two of pure relief. He would understand her. Her lifestyle. Together they might be damn near unstoppable. The odds of finding him among the crowds. Impossible.

  “Captains of industry... Heads of state… If Underground is that exclusive, how is my head of security a member?” Linley squinted at Chase.

  “That’s a question you’re going to have to ask Henry. He and I have been friends long enough to know he’s probably already raring to kick my ass over our liaison. At least until I confess to him how serious it’s gotten tonight, love.”

  “Don’t you love me.” She propped her hands on her hips.

  “Linley…I know this is crazy. And I’m not even daring to think the L word after just one night but… I think you’re someone I could. You know. In time. I’m wondering…” He closed his eyes then asked. “Will you see me again? Yes or no?”

  For Linley, there was only one option. “Yes.”

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  4F - Ryder Loves Ties That Bind

  “I requested a romp in Ties That Bind.” Linley beamed when he grinned. A shiver ran through her.

  “Fuck, yes.” Ryder caught her off guard when he threw her over his shoulder and marched toward the fantasy chamber. He drew up short in front of the elaborately carved hardwood. When she peeked around his trim waist, she saw he 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 inside. I hope there’s a bed, or a thick rug at least, because I need you to get me horizontal fast.”

  “What do you have against being fucked standing up? It can be plenty enjoyable.” He grunted when she smacked his sexy ass. “Fine, feisty. I’m going.”

  Ryder ducked inside, closing them in darkness together. He lowered her to the ground and spun her so she faced the interior with him at her back. When he slid the dimmer up gradually, she gasped.

  The room was the stuff of erotic daydreams. Gold accents offset the forest green walls. Enormous gilded mirrors reflected her stunned expression and Ryder’s undivided focus on her reaction.

  He smiled as she discovered the nuances of the space.

  Silk scarves in every hue draped along one of the walls. The waterfall of colors and softness took her breath away. Linley wandered to the display. A board with infinite hooks, like an extended horizontal coat rack, ran along the full length of the room above the height of her head. Extravagant material hung from each.

  A rainbow of dirty intentions shimmered beneath her fingers as she dragged them through the luxurious fabric. It rippled in the wake of the air she disturbed as she passed.

  “They’re beautiful. It’s like a painting. Or a tapestry, I guess.” Entranced, she allowed one to run through her fingers.

  “Is that what you’re looking for?” Ryder approached behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Something soft and romantic?”

  She bit her lip and turned to him. “I’m not saying that sounds like a bad idea. I’d like that sometime. But…”

  “Not tonight.” He nodded. “I didn’t think so.”

  His innate understanding of her needs riled her more than the thick cock that jerked between his legs when she leaned forward to kiss his chest lightly. “Thanks.”

  “Come here.” He took her hand and led her to a long, flat case she hadn’t noticed at first. The dark, lacquered surface had hid its presence as her eyes adjusted to the space, then were distracted by the gorgeous sampling of silks.

  “What is it?” She trailed a finger along the ornate inlay on top. Clearly someone prized the possessions inside.

  “One of my favorite sets of gear.” He might have shuddered a bit at the thought of the contents only inches below her lingering caress.

  “Show me.” A nod accompanied her request. If it turned him on this much, she’d like to give it a shot. As long as it wasn’t something that freaked her out. The odds of that were slim given how well their desires had complemented each other all evening.

  “You’re a good sport, wildcat.” Ryder leaned forward and kissed her deep and hard. The play of his mouth over hers rejuvenated the lingering spasms of the climax he’d gifted her with in the Downstairs common area.

  “Easy when you’re giving me everything I want.” She brushed his smile with her thumb.

  “If this is too much, you tell me.” Ryder didn’t move from where his hands hovered over the latch.

  “I will,” she promised.

  The lid didn’t make the barest squeak when he lifted it. Though it seemed solid, heavy, it glided on well-oiled hinges. Inside the case, dark-red velvet made a bed for a variety of leather accessories. An array of them were lined up from shortest—at five or six inches—to longest—around four feet or so in length—in neat, parallel lines. There appeared to be pairs of each size.

  “Can I touch them?” she whispered, though she couldn’t have said why.

  “Of course.” Ryder smiled. “Do you know what they are?”

  Linley’s curiosity got the better of her. She selected a medium length and raised it to eye level for inspection. Heavy, stitched leather with reinforced metal rings ensured their durability, but the fur-lined insides made allowances for comfort. Butterflies launched themselves in her stomach. They flew around as she considered the possibilities. “I’m guessing it’s a cuff of some sort. Right?”

  The curved material fit around her forearm fairly well. Softness stroked her skin as the weight of the leather on her arm thrilled her.

  Ryder smiled as he reached over. “It looks beautiful against your pale skin, wildcat. You’ve got it right. There is a variety of sizes to fit anyone, anywhere. Wrists, ankles, thighs, torso, hips…”

  “Why would you need—?” She cut off as understanding began to dawn. “The rings… What do they attach to?”

  Ryder shrugged. “It could be anything really. There are a number of hooks fastened into the structure of this room. On the walls over there. The ceiling in the center over this area rug here. And nearly infinite places on the bed. I could truss you up any way I like.”

  “Seriously?” Linley squeaked.

  “Yes.” He approached, placing another one of the cuffs around her wrist. This one fit perfectly. He latched the buckle and allowed her to wear it like a luxurious bracelet. The heft of the materials wouldn’t permit her to mistake it for a frivolous bauble, though.

  “What aren’t you telling me, Ryder?”

  For the first time that night, he hesitated. “This is your time, wildcat. It’s not about me.”

  “It can be for us both. I thought it was.” Didn’t he enjoy what they’d done so far, the next level they were about to take things to?

  “It has been.” He was quick to reassure her. “Okay… You asked for it. These are extra chunky because they’re designed to be used in suspension.”

  “Oh.” Linley processed his admission. “You mean like—”

  “Cuffing you then hanging you from the ceiling or the top of the bedframe. There’s something…extra special…about seeing a woman dangling there like a ripe piece of fruit. Completely at my mercy. Trusting. Freed. Entirely helpless.” Ryder swallowed hard. “Would you try that with me? It’s not something I would ask o
f a new acquaintance except I swear this isn’t like any other night I’ve spent with a woman I just met.”

  Linley nodded. “Glad to know I’m not the only one feeling that way. What the hell? I’ve come this far. Let’s do it. If it affects you this much, I can only imagine what it’ll do to me.”

  “I’ll make sure you never forget me, wildcat.” He selected the twin to the cuff on her wrist then two more, presumably for her ankles. Another seven had her canting her head, about to ask.

  Ryder shook his head. “You’ll see soon enough. No more talking. Get your fine ass over to that bed and get your underwear off before I’ve got this all set or you’ll find out what it’s like to be tied up and spanked.”

  “Is that supposed to be a deterrent?” She’d have rushed if he threatened to take away the rest of their time, not enhance the experience.

  “You’re going to kill me tonight.” He grunted as he rummaged in the case once more.

  Unwilling to defer the pleasure they practically guaranteed each other, she raced to the side of the bed, unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor. Her panties followed close behind. She’d just kicked off the scrap of Parisian lace when Ryder plowed her over, landing on the mattress on top of her.

  “Bending over in front of me like that is a dangerous maneuver, wildcat.” He nuzzled her neck. “Makes me get all kinds of dirty thoughts.”

  “How about we save that one for some other time.” She blushed when she wondered if there would be another night like this.

  “Deal.” He practically growled against her skin. The press of his erection in the small of her back had her wriggling beneath him until a smack of his hand stilled her. “Good girl.”

  Ryder rotated her, and she went willingly where he placed her. She stared up at his dark good looks, the span of his chest, and the powerful thighs bracketing her as he concentrated on securing cuffs to her various limbs. He put two sets on her arms and legs, some down low at her wrists and ankles, and a second pair at her thighs and upper arms. Then he lifted her ass to slide one beneath her and cinch it around her waist.

  Two more followed, one just beneath her breasts, which he stopped to admire. Kisses and nibbles on the distended flesh of her nipples had her writhing again.

  “Soon you won’t have a choice but to stay where I put you.” He fisted his hand in her hair and held her face still while he descended. The kiss he placed on her lips was sensual and yet steamy. She risked a love bite and was rewarded with an uttered curse.

  The last attachment was a plain leather strap. He connected it to her upper arm cuffs so it ran between the two and provided a rest for her head, complete with a tiny leather pillow.

  “Wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable, after all.” He petted her belly, stoking the embers beginning to flame back to life.

  Just when she prepared to beg him to forget all the extras and fuck her, he lunged for a nightstand marked Supplies. He withdrew a narrow black box along with a condom and returned to his spot between her legs in a flash.

  While she licked her lips, he ripped open the foil packet and rolled the thin latex over his length with practiced ease. She wished the precaution weren’t necessary, but there were only so many insane things she’d try on a first date with a guy.

  “What’re you laughing at, wildcat?” Ryder paused. It surprised her to catch a hint of something like vulnerability in him. Was he afraid of rejection? Judgment by friends and family? It didn’t seem possible.

  “Only myself.” She reached for his hand and squeezed. “You’re handsome. So sexy. I can’t wait to feel you inside me. I was regretting that safety is necessary. Not like my usual self, I assure you.”

  “Ah.” His devilish smirk returned. “Good to know. And thanks.”

  He squeezed her fingers before returning his focus to the job at hand. Now sheathed, he picked up the black box and punched a combination of buttons. Panels in the bed’s canopy opened and the soft whir of motors accompanied several metal rings, which descended on the end of thin wires.

  “They’re mountain climbing carabineers, wildcat.” He explained as he took the first and clipped it onto the metal D-ring stitched into the cuff on her ankle. “You’re not going anywhere. I promise. This time we’ll keep it simple. Nothing fancy to distract you. I just want you to feel what it’s like to swing free while I fuck you. The rhythm of it, the weightless arc of your body crashing into mine, over and over…”

  He trailed off with a groan.

  By then he’d affixed a line to each of her connectors. He leaned forward to kiss her one last time then smiled. “Ready?”

  “Hurry.” She couldn’t stand this pressure much longer. She needed him to fill her, to stretch the cramping muscles inside that drew tighter with each movement of the man who tripped every one of her crazy cravings.

  Ryder clicked and held the largest button on the remote. The lines began to recede, drawing taut. Pressure built on her lower back and ribs and on her arms and legs as they began to lift from the plush bed. The instant her weight transferred entirely to the rig, she swung back and forth a bit.

  She gasped, the feeling instantaneously causing a trickle of moisture to spill from her over-ready pussy.

  Ryder dipped a finger into the well of her body. He embedded the digit then used his position to push her toward the headboard. It didn’t take much to set her in motion. And once she swung in that gentle arc, she began to automatically fuck herself on his finger.

  Though the force felt better than nothing, it only made her crave all of him.

  “How’s that?” He monitored her closely as if searching for any signs of panic. He could stare for another hour and never find any. Somehow, although she couldn’t move or object, she finally felt completely unfettered to do absolutely nothing but enjoy the rapture he administered.

  “Amazing. But not enough.” She lifted her head from the rest to stare straight into his rich chocolate eyes. “Fuck me, Ryder.”

  “Who am I to deny a lady?” He growled as he fisted the two wires at her hip in his grip. Her legs floated beside him as he aligned their bodies. He’d kept her just off the surface of the bed so that as he kneeled, she hovered at cock height. “You look gorgeous, wildcat.”

  She smiled at him then attempted to lift her hips toward him and the heavy length of his cock.

  “Is this what you want?” He fisted himself then guided his hard-on to her opening. The blunt head applied significant pressure as he attempted to breach the clamping muscles of her pussy.

  When he penetrated—sinking a few inches deep into her body—she first tensed then went completely limp, allowing him to possess her however he saw fit. The leather straps supporting her cradled her pliant form.

  “Shit, yes.” He roared as he invaded her fully.

  The cords in his neck stood out, making him appear even more powerful and in control than he had before. She reeled, adoring the way he parted the tissues of her pussy and massaged her from the inside out. He impaled her on his erection then began to fuck until his balls slapped her ass and the impact of his pelvis shoved her backward.

  Just like when he’d demonstrated the concept with his finger, he rocked her away then back, allowing her to fuck herself on his cock.

  Linley swung like a pendulum, enjoying every glide to and fro that worked him within her from the brink of slipping free until he pressed against her cervix. After a while, she couldn’t hold her head up any longer. It dropped back, and she relied entirely on the guttural sounds they both made to paint the picture of their escalating desire.

  “Ryder!” She tried to warn him, but with no way to stop the intimate contact, she couldn’t regulate her response. Within seconds, she rushed toward orgasm.

  “I’m there. With you. Go ahead.” His hand slid from the wire and rested on her convulsing belly. A rotation of his wrist ensured his thumb rubbed her clit in irresistible circles as she rode the wave they created together away then back, over and over.

  Linley�
�s eyes flew open. She peeked up at him as she tensed then shattered.

  At the same instant, Ryder shouted her name. He curled his fingers into the waistband she wore and yanked her to him tight as he pulsed within her. They ground together as they each wrung every drop of pure rapture from the experience.

  Overwhelmed, Linley didn’t attempt to move when he abandoned the heated mess of her pussy and carefully returned her to earth from where they’d flown together. She allowed him to work over her, admiring his sweat-sheened body as she drifted in bliss.

  Once he’d sent the wires to their hiding places and removed the bands of leather from her body, he folded the covers down, tucked her inside then crashed beside her. He drew her to his chest where she listened to the pounding of his heart, which beat in sync with her own.

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