Pick Your Pleasure (21 page)

“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 of 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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Jayne Rylon is a New York Times
and USA Today bestselling author. She received the 2011 Romantic Times Reviewer
Choice Award for Best Indie Erotic Romance. Her stories usually begin as a
daydream in an endless business meeting. Writing acts as a creative
counterpoint to her straight-laced corporate existence. She lives in Ohio with
two cats and her husband, who both inspires her fantasies and supports her
careers. When she can escape her office, she loves to travel the world, avoid
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