Pick Your Pleasure (4 page)

“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?”

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The Toy Chest
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Ryder Loves Ties That
Bind.

“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.”