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Published by Phaze Books

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Pentacles of Magick: The Burning

Pentacles of Magick: The Healing

Pentacles of Magick: The Revealing

Pentacles of Magick (print) This is an explicit and erotic novel intended for the enjoyment

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Rope Dreams

An erotic short by

ELIZA GAYLE

Rope Dreams copyright 2009 by Eliza Gayle

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eBook ISBN-13: 978-1-60659-129-1

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Katie watched Leo’s hands stroke the woman’s inner thigh with the rope as he tied it around her leg. She imagined the course texture scraping against her own sensitive skin, sending a shiver snaking along her spine. She continued to observe the twists and turns of the rope as they wrapped it around both her legs and waist. The girl giggled through the process but the lines etched in Leo’s face showed just how serious he took his job.

The loud beat of industrial music playing in the club pounded with her own heartbeat, pulsating through her body. Bodies crushed around her as the night’s play got into full swing, but her attention remained solely on the rope.

She tuned it all out to focus on the station below. Soon both Leo and Quinn would hook the woman up to the swing and fling her across the club, but first he tied her. Wetness pooled between her thighs with the familiar longing to be the girl in Leo’s hands, slowly tied from limb to limb until her freedom was stripped and her trust tested.

“Isn’t it about time you quit watching and started feeling, Katie?” The familiar timber of Quinn’s voice whispered in her ear as his arms grabbed the railing on either side of her, trapping her in his embrace. Her pulse skipped as she sucked in a shallow breath of surprise. “That could be you down there, feeling the rope across your belly, wrapped around your wrists and totally at his mercy.” Her nipples peaked against her shirt at the mere image his words brought to mind. She screwed her eyes closed tight, as she tried to stop the effect he was having on her.

“Shouldn’t you be down there helping out your partner?” She tried to concentrate on her breathing but the man pressed against her back made her heart race and her body burn with renewed need. The heat alone was enough to make her weak in the knees.

“Come with me, Katie. Let me tie you.” She shook her head as fear gripped her body. She wasn’t ready. She wasn’t sure she could recover from either Leo or Quinn teasing her body like that.

ELIZA GAYLE

Quinn grasped her wrist and flipped her around to face him.

His amber eyes pierced through her with a heated intensity as he watched her reactions. “You come here week after week and stand here looking down at us as we work. Do you think we don’t notice the longing on your face? The way your body squirms as we wrap more and more rope around the girls who ask us to? Why are you torturing yourself? Or should I say…what are you waiting for?”

She closed her eyes to his questions, searching for an adequate answer when she knew there was none. How could she deny the truth? “I admire your work. What’s wrong with that?” His fingers gently grasped her chin and raised her head back up, forcing her to look at him. “We see you, Katie, we know what you need. Why do you hide here?” She bristled against his words, shame heating her face.

“I’m not hiding, Quinn, I’m just observing. I’m here and I’m alone, yet no one ever approaches or speaks to me. Which is fine, but don’t tell me that I’m hiding. What am I supposed to do? Throw myself at someone?”

A grin split Quinn’s handsome face, revealing the beautiful smile she loved so much. She always noticed how happy his job made him and she envied him that feeling. Some ties were more intense than others as evidenced by the hard lines of his face when he concentrated or the occasional bulge in his pants when a willing female turned him on. It was those moments when she had fleeting thoughts of both him and Leo taking her for their own. The popular riggers were frequently gossiped about around Purgatory, and word was they had a great time playing the scene together but hadn’t taken a submissive of their own for a very long time.

“You don’t have to get defensive with me, babe. I’m not sure what’s wrong with the men in this club, letting you spend all your time alone. Their loss is my gain, though.” He leaned closer, his lips a breath away from her own. The sharp tang of citrus filled her nostrils and she imagined he’d just come from a break where he would