A_Taste_of_Decadence_ARE

by Blake_Harte_Quinn_Ryan_Rylon

  What would happen after tonight?

  Linley swore she’d enjoy every second until they parted ways. This could be her only chance to burn so bright.

  “We are,” he whispered before giving her puffy lower lip one last nibble. “Now let’s get that fine ass to the Basement so I can show it off. The sooner you march down those stairs, the sooner we can apply for a room. You do want my cock buried in you in the near future, don’t you, wildcat?”

  Grateful for his arm, which snaked around her waist, Linley nodded. She adored how easily he turned her knees to jelly. Everything in her strained to get closer to him. “Yes, sir.”

  “You have no idea what it does to me when you call me that.” Ryder growled.

  “I think I have a clue.” She glanced at the erection he sported. Thick, dark, and damp at the tip, there was no mistaking his arousal.

  “Probably true.” The genuine amusement in his laugh hit her again. His similar sense of humor turned her on more than his not-quite-perfect good looks. The man ticked all her boxes and then some. “Careful. The treads are windy and it gets darker. Let your eyes adjust. I’ve got you.”

  He ushered her down the spiral staircase into the Basement.

  “Oh, wow.” She gasped as the night became a little more interesting, if such a thing was possible. Midnight paint graced ornate wood. Red accents became the highlight. Instead of seeming creepy, the ambiance lent itself to tucking closer to Ryder.

  He braced her as they leveled out onto the dark boards of the flooring, covered in area rugs plush enough to curl her toes in. Instead of the refined sexuality of the area above, the Basement didn’t seek to sugarcoat anything. Leather seats directly faced black-painted equipment on a stone wall that would have put a medieval dungeon to shame.

  Cries of torture were absent. But those of pure delight ran rampant.

  Transfixed, she watched a woman writhe on a giant X leaned against the wall. Two men alternated delivering light blows with a tool sporting wide strips of some soft-looking material. “What’s that?”

  Ryder stroked her hair. Patiently he explained, “The men are flogging her. It’s an introductory lesson. The Master on the right has been training her husband. Eventually he’ll graduate to a more intense implement.”

  “That looks pretty extreme to me.” She wondered why it also turned her on. Moisture began to spill from her pussy onto the tops of her thighs, making her slightly self-conscious. Could Ryder tell?

  From his flared nostrils when he glanced down at her, she guessed he could.

  “Don’t tell me you dislike the idea. Does it look as if she’s enjoying herself?” Ryder gripped her chin and refused to allow her to glance away from the pure delight on the woman’s face as she stared longingly at her husband and the man he was willing to learn how to delight her from.

  “Hell yes.” She sputtered.

  “All right then.” Ryder nudged her forward with his knuckles between her shoulder blades. “Now wait until they watch you take your first spanking. You’re going to distract them all with your sweet submission. You’re a natural, Linley.”

  She balked. In a lame attempt to delay, she objected. “Aren’t you going to show me the rooms first? My options?”

  “You’ve trusted fate—and me—an awful lot tonight.” Ryder teased her earlobe with his teeth as he coaxed her into making a crazy decision, one she craved but would never have had the guts to opt for. “Why not see it through? I can’t wait much longer to have you. Let’s take the next available. We’ll make it ours, whatever we’re dealt. Remember, I won’t let you fall.”

  Without debating, she zeroed in on the tone of his voice and the protective hold he had on her. She believed. When a server wearing a crisscross of black leather, and nothing else, passed nearby, she called out, “Excuse me. I’d like to put us on the waiting list.”

  The man paused. Though subtle in his expression, his appreciation couldn’t be missed or faked as his cock hardened before her eyes. “Master Ryder has a new toy? This should be fun.”

  “Less commentary. More tendering of the lady’s request.” Ryder spoke in a firm tone the man responded to instantly.

  “Yes sir.” He bowed and spun away.

  “Thank you, Jay.” Ryder made sure to soften the point of his impatience.

  “You’re welcome.” The man smiled over his shoulder. “I’m glad my break is due in a minute. A woman who riles you. This I have to see.”

  Linley raised a brow as she met Ryder’s stare.

  He shrugged. “There’s no use denying it. I’ve been pretty frank about your impact on me, haven’t I, wildcat?”

  “It’s nice to know it’s not only me in a whole new world.” She nibbled her bottom lip, loving the dilation of his pupils.

  “Something special is happening tonight.” He kissed her hard, then scooped her into his arms. “I plan to take full advantage.”

  Ryder strode to the corner of the Basement. He plunked her down on her knees on two miniature platforms, which perched on top of black stilts. One supported each of her legs from mid-shin to knee. Her feet dangled off the ends. A little confused, she waited for Ryder to bend her over a rounded support, also elevated, at waist level. Next he placed each of her hands through a leather tube farther forward. At the end of each, a handle made a convenient place for her to grip and balance the weight of her upper body.

  Though she never would have believed it, the minimalist contraption was actually quite comfortable, even after Ryder yanked on a cord that constricted the tubes around her arms, trapping her effectively.

  Momentary panic had her testing the bonds. They were immovable.

  “Shh.” Ryder was beside her in an instant. “It’s a natural response. Animal instinct. Use your mind, wildcat. Trust your body. You want this.”

  One hand rubbed her back as the other slipped between her legs. Given the fluid glide of his fingers, she couldn’t deny the arousal coating her thicker by the instant.

  She slowed her breathing and allowed herself to consider the reassuring pressure on her wrists and forearms.

  “There you go.” Ryder kissed her cheek before wandering toward her feet. “Now you’ve got it. Here come two more. For your safety, Linley. Wouldn’t want you to fall. You’ve already proved staying still is a challenge. And I’m going to spank you harder than I did earlier. Where all my friends can see your ass turning pink for me.”

  “Will it hurt?” She swallowed hard, gripping the handles fractionally tighter.

  “Only a bit. I’ll rub it and kiss it better.” Something pinched her ass. If she wasn’t mistaken, he might have taken a bite. “I need a distraction until our room is ready. You’d better hope it’s not long.”

  She moaned at his bantering.

  As if the cry unchained something in him, his palm met her bottom with a slap that sounded a hell of a lot worse than it felt. Still she yelped. Surprised. And ruthlessly excited.

  “Oh, come on. Wildcat, you can take more than that.” He chuckled at her response. Still, he soothed the sting as he’d promised, with gentle circles from his fingers. They wandered from her ass, between her legs. His simple reward had her begging for more.

  “That’s better.” He obliged her with three or four more smacks.

  She lost track around the time she realized there was a display on the wall in front of her, not four feet away, that noted the names of the rooms and their statuses.

  “Ah, found the scoreboard, did you?” Ryder talked low and steady as he massaged the tingles from her ass. Except as she read she only found herself wanting more of his blunt contact.

  Whips and Chains. Fuck Machines Rule. Wax Museum. Pins and Needles. More the Merrier. She’s The Boss. The list went on, but her eyes had glazed over by the time she got that far.

  Ryder made a circuit of her splayed and pinned body, taking his time and touching every exposed surface. She praised his foresight when she couldn’t stay put. Had she not been strapped down, she would have busted
her ass very ungracefully in front of the men and women who had gathered nearby to observe him putting her through her paces.

  “That’s right, Linley,” he cooed in her ear before kissing her with a tenderness at odds—or was it?—with the rougher treatment he lavished on her. “I know what you need. I’m going to give it to you.”

  This time when he came even with her ass, which was raised high in the air, he delivered a barrage of spanks that had her first crying out, then groaning, and finally moaning, attempting to rub herself on the contraption cradling her. The burn had percolated into her skin. She absorbed it as it morphed from mild discomfort to something so much more potent.

  “Ryder.” She called for him and he came, though he continued the constant contact of his stroking hands.

  “Yes, wildcat?” She caught sight of his hard-on in her peripheral vision and knew he suffered as much as she did.

  “I need you.” If that meant they fucked for the first time in front of the spectators murmuring their praise, fine.

  “Right here? Right now?” Ryder paced toward her feet. Would he step between her legs and slide his cock deep?

  Staring straight ahead, waiting for the pressure his blunt cap would put on the entrance to her pussy, she noticed immediately when the switchboard lights flipped. She blinked, focusing on the vacancy directory on the wall in front of her to determine their destiny.

  Except there wasn’t one new green light.

  There were two.

  “Ryder!” She didn’t care that her shout was less than dignified.

  He must have caught her urgency because he bent over her in a flash. “That was a close one, wildcat. Lucky again. So what do we have here?”

  He hummed as her gaze flickered wildly between the options. Both were delicious, but one held more appeal to her at the moment. Would Ryder feel the same? What would he select?

  “It’s your night, Linley. And you’ve been such a good girl for me.” He continued to rub the sting from her prominently displayed ass. Other men in the crowd supplied their assent with his obvious intentions. “Which will it be? Fuck Machines Rule or More the Merrier?”

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  “I’d love to try More the Merrier. If you’re up for it,” Linley amended.

  A rush of murmurs went through the crowd. Several men volunteered as quickly as if they’d been on the Family Feud faceoff, their hands hovering over the buzzer.

  The admission to Ryder—never mind publicly declaring her debauchery—would have mortified her earlier in the evening. Any discomfort she’d felt about sharing her desires seemed to have vanished somewhere around the time she’d begged her usher 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.

  Her escort singled out a couple of the men who’d been watching her closely.

  “Grant, help me get her loose and you can join us. Todd, I’m going to need you too. You’re both available tonight, correct?” Her seemingly easygoing guide flashed his inner core of steel. Authority sat naturally on him, even if he chose not to don the mantle 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 fairly major omissions she’d had to make to follow the rules.

  In any case, she didn’t have long to dwell on the possibilities as Ryder’s two recruits freed her in no time flat. Having three strong men surrounding her tilted her world on its axis. Funny enough, she had no trouble telling which person was Ryder. Already they’d formed a bond.

  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. Unwise, she’d come to care during the evening they’d shared.

  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 and the matching trail that lead down his body to his cock.

  All along the way, men and women alike congratulated the two men now flanking Ryder and her as they made their way to a private chamber. Some people cursed them or joked about volunteering to pinch hit.

  Ryder brushed them aside, taking his dream team into the shadows near the row of rooms. He stepped aside, using his allies as an extension of himself. Grant depressed the latch-style handle. He held the door for Ryder.

  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 mind sharing. Giving my playmate that extra level of pleasure is an honor. And later, I’ll stake my claim on you privately. I’m not going to lie. Something about you has me possessive.”

  “You sure you want us to stay, Ryder?” Smooth and sexy, Todd’s low key question put her a little more at ease. She didn’t know these men. But Ryder did. And if he trusted them, that was good enough for her.

  “We can go out the side door so no one sees if you’re worried about appearances,” Grant offered.

  Ryder looked to her and her alone. “It’s your call, wildcat. I’m up for whatever you desire.”

  “I didn’t come this far to back out now. Let’s do it.” She smiled over his shoulder at his friends and tossed them a timid finger wave.

  They were good-looking guys, that’s for sure. Grant had a suave air about him. All his motions were fluid and graceful. Though he wasn’t as tall or as broad as Ryder, he had a lean, lithe body that tempted her to touch. And that was even before her gaze wandered over his long erection. “Hello to you too, sweetheart. Ryder sure did hit the newbie jackpot tonight.”

  Todd grinned. “And us too.”

  Linley switched her focus to the rough-and-tumble man. His enormous shoulders and powerful thighs made her fairly sure he had to be a professional athlete, or a trainer, or a body builder. His blond hair and rich green eyes helped keep him from looking too sinister. Despite his size, he was gentle when he stroked her hair. “You’re very pretty, Linley. And brave to wander down here your first time out.”

  “Hell, it took Todd two years at Underground before he made it to the Basement.” Grant poked fun at his friend.

  When they looked as though they might deteriorate into roughhousing, which Grant stood no chance at winning in brute strength—though maybe in swiftness or agility—Ryder took charge.

  “Focus guys, or I’ll find a new set of sidekicks. I’m not messing around with Linley’s experience. Tonight should be special for her. Perfect.” He leaned down and kissed her lightly. “I want her to remember this for the rest of her life.”

  “Pretty sure you’ve already achieved that goal.” She turned her cheek into his palm when he cupped her face.

  “When did you become such a bleeding-heart romantic?” Todd wiggled his eyebrows at Ryder. Grant had the good sense to step in.

  “Don’t worry about me. Concentrate on bringing your A game.” Ryder threw Linley over his shoul
der, as if to prove he still had his swagger. She didn’t mind. It got her to the bed that much faster. She laughed as she bounced when he tossed her into the center then climbed on.

  Ryder sat beside her, propping her up on no less than thirty silk-cased pillows. He held her hand as he curled his fingers toward his outstretched palm, inviting his friends to join them. “Todd, you can make up for that smart mouth by getting over here and putting it to better use.”

  The bed dipped as the two large men added their weight to the mattress. They stalked closer to her. Their heated stares on her splayed, naked body had her shivering in Ryder’s protective hold. “Nothing to worry about, wildcat. They’re actually decent lovers. Not as good as me, but…close enough.”

  Grant shared a conspiratorial grin with Todd. “That sounded like a challenge.”

  “It sure did.” He crawled toward her like a predator on the prowl. Ryder and Grant did the friendly thing and each wrapped a broad hand around one of her knees. They spread her wide for their buddy.

  Linley squeaked, then turned her face into Ryder’s chest.

  He was quick to correct her. “No. Don’t hide from what they make you feel. It’s okay to enjoy what they give you. Remember, it’s all a gift from me to you. Think of them like my extra sets of hands. Or tongues.”

  Grant cracked his civilized veneer when he snorted. Todd took his cue. He dove between her legs, parting her thighs and spreading them wider to accommodate his bulk. The first swipe of his hot mouth over her mound had her arching off the bed.

  The other two men ensured she stayed in place for their friend. Ryder claimed her mouth and reached across her chest, pinning her to the mattress while Grant secured her leg and petted her belly. The overwhelming presence of the three men incited a riot of mini-tremors in the general region of her womb.

  Todd paused his oral explorations long enough to lift his head and say, “Damn, she’s delicious. And I can feel the little kisses of her pussy as it flexes. She’s already so wet. Can I put my fingers in her, Ry?”