Pick Your Pleasure

by Jayne Rylon

  He broke contact, setting her adrift in blackness, for just long enough to encourage her. “You’re so damn tight. Slick. More every second. You’re close, aren’t you?”

  Linley cried out her agreement.

  “Then why are you holding back?” He nipped her thigh, startling a yelp from her.

  And when she relaxed, the pleasure his hand delivered by working within her was more obvious than it had been before. Sensations bombarded her. All of them focused between her legs, where he touched her.

  She had to be honest. “I want to come with you inside me.”

  “You will.” He granted her wish. “But after you show me exactly how good it’s going to be. Hug my hand. Come around me, love. I’ll bring you with me again in a minute. Hurry, please. I need to bury myself in this soft heat soon.”

  His words contributed as equally to her destruction as his persuasive suckling did when his mouth latched on to her once more. His generosity mixed with the wicked things his tongue did to her clit. The circles he rubbed on her from the inside pushed her over the edge.

  The pressure of her bindings as she contracted all over added to the swell of rapture in her. And suddenly it was all too much. She exploded, committing herself to enjoying every ounce of pleasure resulting from the epic orgasm he inspired.

  Before she’d finished quaking, the rustle of foil ripping traveled to her overly alert ears.

  An aftershock rocked her as she considered what was to come.

  The spasm made it impossible for Chase to penetrate when he lined up the blunt head of his cock with her opening in the same instant. “I can’t wait to feel you milking me like that.”

  His voice had changed. Gravelly, a little harsh, she knew he was on the edge. She regretted that she wouldn’t be able to recover quick enough to have her wish after all. But the beautiful release still singing through her veins made it impossible to be sad after the gift he’d given her.

  He deserved to take.

  “Fuck me, Chase.” The dirty words slipped right out of her mouth. The blindfold might have helped. She felt free to say and do whatever she wanted, emancipated by the tools he’d used on her to their greatest advantage.

  “Yes.” He advanced with a powerful thrust that lodged him an inch or two deep in her still pulsing tissue. “There’s the girl I was looking for. No more façade, Linley. I want the real woman. The one hiding inside.”

  He had no idea the mischief he’d unlocked.

  “Give me your cock.” She grunted when he retreated a bit then did as she demanded. Though she clearly had no authority, she felt as if he’d given her the power. To do as she’d dreamed forever without fear or self-doubt.

  “More,” she yelled.

  He obeyed. A few more thrusts and they locked together as tightly as two people could get. The heat and pressure of his chest covered hers, relieving the aches in her breasts with the contact. His mouth covered hers and they kissed ferociously as he began to ride her.

  The thick, long length of his cock filled her to capacity. Maybe a bit beyond. The burn only added to her desire. She’d never been stretched like this before. Not physically, or emotionally.

  To her surprise, the killer climax she’d relished began to rejuvenate with the measured strokes he continued to supply between her legs. As they made out, he lost a little of his finesse and gained a bit of rawness that she savored.

  “You’re going to come with me, love.” It wasn’t a question. It was a command. The urgency with which he made it implied haste.

  When she feared she might disappoint him, he added a swing of his pelvis to each lunge, grinding their bodies where they joined. The stimulation on her clit combined with his penetration, the weight of his body, which she supported gladly, and the sweetness of his kiss, invigorating every sensitive place inside her.

  Tendrils of pure bliss rose within her. She focused on them, growing them until she shouted. “Now, Chase. I’m there. Coming.”

  “I know. Damn, love. I know.” He grunted the last as her body began to squeeze him, making him work to tunnel as deep as he had been.

  Chase didn’t seem to mind. He fucked harder, faster, obeying the draw of her pussy. She screamed his name and was surprised to hear her own flying from his lips. In the midst of it all, he yanked the blindfold from her head. The sight of his handsome face, contorted in ecstasy, flung her even higher.

  He pumped into her, making her wish she could feel each warm blast of his come, which she echoed with a wring of her pussy.

  It went on and on until neither of them had the strength to move, or even moan.

  Long, luxurious minutes passed where they absorbed the pleasure they’d created together until she kept her promise. “Chase.”

  “Yes, love?” He kissed her cheek with tenderness that threatened to bring tears to her eyes.

  “My left hand is getting tingly.” She wished they never had to move. “Sorry.”

  “Thank you for saying something. It’s important for me to trust you if we’re going to play like this…or more.” He smiled at her as he released her then massaged her offended palm. “Go ahead, put your arms around me.”

  She didn’t have to be told twice.

  Linley snuggled up to his chest, laid her head on his shoulder, and hugged him tight.

  To find out what happened next, click here or search for 5A - Chase Epilogue.

  5B - Ryder Epilogue

  When the storm had passed, they lay wrecked on the bed. Silk sheets tangled around them, partially caught between their bodies, which pressed together everywhere else.

  Please, please don’t let real life ruin this.

  Linley cleared her throat.

  “Ryder, there’s something I need to tell you.” She bit her lip. Pressure built in her stomach as she considered the ramifications of coming clean. But this night had meant something to her. She couldn’t ignore that. Linley refused to jeopardize their future by not being straight with him upfront. Mostly upfront.

  “What’s wrong?” He leaned on his elbow, brushing the hair from her face.

  “I’m sort of…rich.”

  He laughed. “That’s it? Wildcat, you’re well off I’m sure, but so am I.”

  Linley didn’t mean to crush his pride. “Actually, I’m the founder and owner of Lane Technology.”

  “I know, Linley. It’s a beautiful and unique name. Like you. There can’t be many of those around. Especially not women Henry would vouch for.” He held her in place when she would have bolted. Betrayed, her stomach fell through the floor.

  “You knew who I was?” She tried to block the tears of frustration welling in her eyes. It had been too good to be true. “The whole night?”

  “Of course. I’m not a moron.” He tried to subdue her with a kiss. For a few seconds it worked. And then he shocked her into total stillness. “But I am a prince. Go ahead, make your frog jokes here.”

  She gaped at him. “You mean like…royalty?”

  “I know. No one else in my family can believe they had an heir as unsavory as me either.” Ryder flopped an arm over his eyes. And that’s when she noticed the family crest tattooed on the underside of his biceps. “Don’t worry, I’ll only make you kneel for me in the bedroom.”

  Bad boy sovereign. Of course!

  She’d heard plenty of stories about him.

  “Wow. It really is you, Prince Haider Naim.”

  “Yeah. If you say it fast, it almost sounds like Ryder, huh?” He grimaced. “At first it was an easy cover. Eventually it stuck.”

  “Are you sure sleeping with me won’t ruin your image?” Linley wrung the edge of the sheet where it draped across her chest. “I’ve never been very scandalous before tonight.”

  “Look, if you wanted another squeaky clean captain of industry like yourself, you should have picked Chase. You know, Chase Worthington.” Count on Ryder to throw rules out the window. The breach also exposed his vulnerability.

  Too many newsflashes bombarded her logic.


  “Holy shit.” She wondered if she’d heard right. “The venture capitalist?”

  “Mmm hmm.” Ryder patted her ass. “You didn’t think Henry would throw you to the dogs, did you?”

  “Well, no.” Linley hadn’t assumed anything at all. With such short notice, how had her friend uncovered two prime specimens for her to pick from?

  “Underground is an escape for the ultra-elite, wildcat.” He seemed wary, as if she would hit on the million dollar question any instant. And then she did.

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

  “That’s a question you’re going to have to ask Henry yourself.” Ryder clammed up for once. “He’s already going to try to kick my ass for bringing you to the dark side here. At least until I tell him it’s not what he thinks.”

  “And what will he assume?” She bit her lip to keep from revealing too much of her own emotion.

  “That I was just fucking around like I usually do.” Her fallen prince looked like he needed a hug, so she obliged. He squeezed her tight in return. “Damn, you’re sweet and honest and so fucking sexy you nearly melted parts of me. Actually, maybe you did.”

  Ryder rubbed his chest as if it ached.

  She kissed him until some of his tension vanished.

  “Thanks. But I’m dying to know…” He closed his eyes then asked, “Was this just some erotic adventure for you, or would you consider dating a guy like me despite all the bullshit drama that it will entail? Will you give us a chance? Yes or no?”

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

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  4E - Ryder Loves The Toy Chest

  “I requested a romp in the Toy Chest.” 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 smoking-hot 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. Burnished silver accents offset the deep purple of the walls. A gorgeous oval mirror reflected her stunned expression and Ryder’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. They ringed a low, tufted bench, which stretched across the foot of an enormous four-poster bed complete with a draped silk canopy.

  Silver and purple sheets were perfectly tucked and a whole host of pillows called to her, inviting her to crash into their fluffiness. Naked. With this exotic, sexy, roguish 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.

  “That’s the spirit, wildcat.” Ryder smacked her ass lightly as he drew her toward some of the dressers and began to undo several intricate latches. 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.

  “If it’s too much, we can stick to the entry-level stuff. Over here.” He waved to several rows in one of the chests that held standard items even she could identify. Vibrators, dildos, and a pair of fuzzy red handcuffs were visible.

  Linley refused his offer of the easy way out. She shook her head and crossed to one of the more elaborate stashes of naughty paraphernalia in sealed, original packaging.

  Remote controlled clitoral stimulators, electrophilia kits, and fetish equipment in every permutation were available for trial.

  “Special bonus…this room comes complete with souvenirs. Three per couple. Choose wisely and you’ll have toys to play with another time, or you can bronze them for posterity if I make this a night to remember.” Ryder wiggled his eyebrows as he selected an enormous dildo made of sparkly blue gel. The monster had more in common with his forearm than the generous yet realistic proportions of his natural equipment.

  She laughed. “Uh…no thanks.”

  Then something caught her eye. When the sight of the toy alone had the remnants of her climax rejuvenating, she knew it was a safe choice. Something she’d always assumed would be a great combination. Without a guy she felt comfortable enough with to ask to wear one, she’d never found out for sure.

  Linley fished a small oval vibrator attached to a ring of jellied material from the top shelf. “How do you feel about this?”

  “I think it’s a damn good idea. The original hands-free device. Cock rings aren’t necessarily my thing, but this one’s practical. It’ll keep the bullet in place, exactly where it counts the most while I fuck you. More orgasms for you means more of the best kind of massages for me.” While he described what he intended to do, he rubbed his hand over his chest almost unconsciously, thumbing his hard nipple before following the trail of dark hair down his abdomen.

  “Okay then, done.” She gulped then handed him the device.

  Wondering if he had any limits, Linley couldn’t help herself. She plucked a leather harness complete with a hard rubber front plate and several generous penis-shaped attachments from a separate chest. When she held it up toward Ryder, he blanched a bit. A trooper, he didn’t object. His shrug was slightly stiff yet he nodded. “I hadn’t pegged you for a pegger. If you want to try a strap-on, I’ll play along. I’m a good sport, as long as you don’t spare the lube.”

  She grinned then set the contraption back inside the case. “I was only teasing.”

  “Oh, wildcat. You’re going to pay for that. When you’re begging to come, just remember you started it.” A harsh stream of air rushed from between his parted lips followed by genuine laughter. “I like your style. Sassy. So…what else are you going to pick?”

  Linley took a few strides to her right. She paused in front of a case she thought she understood. “Are these what I think they are?”

  “If you think they’re toys for anal stimulation, yes.” Ryder joined her, rubbing her back in slow, calming circles. “Do you have any back door experience?”

  “No.” She blushed. “But I’ve wondered about it. We don’t need toys for that though, do we?”

  He rubbed against her, his thick cock riding the furrow of her ass. “Technically, no. But it’s wise to start small there. Maybe take a test-drive of something modest before going for the real thing.”

  “Okay.” She nodded. “Then how about this one? It’s not too big, and it’s kind of pretty.”

  His infectious laughter rang out again. “Only a woman would pick a sex toy on aesthetics.”

  “Does that mean you don’t approve?” Her hand hovered over the slender stack of beads in increasing diameters that were affixed to a pliable yet stiff rubber stick.

  “In no way do I object.” Ryder snatched the toy from the velvet and added it to the cock ring in his hand. “And your final pick for tonight?”

  “Do you have any suggestions?” She waved her hand over the row of open chests. “Something I might not have considered?”

  “I know it’s from the entry-level box, but some things are staples. How about one of these?” Ryder considered the row of rabbit vibrators be
fore selecting a decent-sized model. The pale-pink shaft was filled at the base with pearls that would dance when the rotating shaft engaged.

  “I had one pretty similar to it, but it sort of got worn out.” She ducked her face.

  “Why a woman like you has to rely on mechanics is beyond me.” The pressure of his fingers on her chin nudged her face up. “But not tonight. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

  “It’s good. And with you at the controls, I’m sure it’ll be a whole new experience.” The truth spilled from her easily in his presence. “It’s nice to have something familiar too.”

  “All right then.” He nodded and took their selections to the enormous bed. “Get rid of your underwear. Strip for me. Show me what I’ve been dying for all night.”

  Linley might have been self-conscious with another man. He made it easy to forget all of her typical insecurities and flaunt her strengths. Queuing up a mental replay of the club music they’d rushed past on the main level of Underground, she gyrated her hips and began to work her panties off.

  When they got past her hips, she shimmied them to the floor and stepped out of the scrap of lace.

  “Brava.” He clapped for her, staring at the flesh he’d tasted but hadn’t had the opportunity to study. “And the bra, wildcat. Lose it.”

  Flicking open the clasp over her spine made her breasts thrust outward. She allowed the straps to slide from her shoulders then held the material in place, enjoying teasing Ryder. He looked as though he might start drooling any second.

  When she caught sight of the heat in his stare, she put them both out of their misery.

  His cock jerked when he saw her fully naked for the first time. “Spectacular.”

  “Thanks.” Linley approached him, soaking in the heat from his gaze as it scanned her from head to toe. “Same goes, by the way.”

  She rested her palms on his shoulders for a second then dragged them down his chest, over his washboard abs, finally cupping his cock and balls in her palm. At least as much of him as she could hold, anyway. “Are you sure this is going to fit?”