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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