Free Pick Your Pleasure by Jayne Rylon Page B

The
catch in her sassy retort highlighted her false ennui.
    The clear ring of his laugh
echoed off the vaulted ceiling of the way Downstairs. “Of course not. I’ve
spent a hell of a lot of time practicing my technique. I promise satisfaction
is guaranteed. Both of ours.”
    As they proceeded, scenes
flashed before her eyes. Delights she’d never imagined along with some she’d
dreamed of plenty. Sex in every position imaginable. Play with toys. Sex as a
spectator sport. Even a sketch of a woman taking her partner in her ass.
    “Not that.” She pointed. “Not
tonight. Or maybe ever.”
    “Your call, love.” Chase kissed
her cheek. “I could make you like it, but I respect your boundaries.”
    The closer they came to the
curtain looming before them, the more daring the depictions got. Several made
her uncomfortable. For sure, she was a lightweight. At least to start. What
would the Basement have been like?
    Too much for her. She was sure
she’d made the right choice.
    Maybe that’s what Henry had
meant earlier. Just…pick your pleasures
wisely , he’d cautioned.
    With Chase studying her while
she deliberated, she knew the time had come to decide again. What did she want
this night to be like?
    “You know, I meant what I said
earlier.” Her date paused, becoming serious. The chivalrous side of him turned
her on even more than some of the drawings. “I’m not the kind of man who
insists on limiting my relationships to the confines of the club. It’s just
that this environment is more expedient most of the time. Real life
circumstances can make it difficult to find what you need on the outside.
Skipping this is still an option. If you’d prefer something more
traditional—private—I’d be glad to escort you home. I hope you’ll invite me in,
but you don’t even have to go that far. If you’re not ready, we can try this
some other time. I can already tell you’re worth waiting for, love.”
    Linley couldn’t stop her gaze
from ping-ponging between Chase’s sincere smile and the fragments of
silhouettes that peeped from between the crack in the rich velvet curtain
before her. Soft moans and deep male grunts of pleasure drifted from the other
side of the barrier.
    It might as well have been a
different world from the one she’d lived in her whole life.
    Was that good? Or bad?
    “Which would you prefer,
Linley?” Chase tucked an errant curl behind her ear. “Do you want to stay here?
Or shall I take you home?”

 
    If Linley said Home click here or search for 3A - Happiest At Home.
    If Linley said Downstairs click here or search for 3B - Stay Downstairs.

 
 
 

4B - A Pinch Of Spic e

 
 
    “That combo is one of my
specialties, love.” Chase smirked. He tugged the knot of his tie, loosening it
until he could slip the silk free. He dragged the end of the material across
the tops of her breasts, teasing and tempting her all at the same time.
    She wriggled a little beneath
both the barest brush of softness and the intensity of his regard. “How about
hurrying? Is that one of your strengths?”
    He laughed as she’d intended.
“Not so much. I like to savor my pleasures.”
    “Damn it.” She giggled. The
sense of humor they shared acted as insulation against the intensity they also
generated.
    “Let’s get that dress off you.”
He lifted the hem an inch or two. “How’s that for a start?”
    “The right direction.” Linley
would have torn it off in a second flat if he’d allowed it. Instead he held her
down with a palm on her sternum. The sides of her breasts hugged his hand.
    “I’ve got this.” He kissed her,
but didn’t linger. They both knew they’d fall into endless explorations if he
let them. While part of her wouldn’t have objected to an epic make-out session,
the majority of her mind and body called out for more.
    She planted her feet on the
mattress and lifted her ass, unconcerned about the peep show she gave him
between her spread thighs.
    “So pretty.” He