Roped, Eliza Gayle [hardest books to read .txt] 📗

have eaten an orange. Did he realize even the way his hands peeled the skin from an orange could turn a woman inside out?

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Katie sucked in a slow breath, afraid to move. She worried he would kiss her as much as she worried that he wouldn’t. She was in a mood tonight, and watching the play stations hadn’t helped but instead stoked the flames inside her until, now pressed against one of the men of her nightly dreams, she wanted nothing more than to submit to his every whim. She ached with the desire to be touched, to be tied, and to be fucked by Quinn and Leo.

He edged a little closer, but instead of kissing her like she expected, he stroked her lips with his tongue. A gentle touch that was more like a taste than a kiss. He leaned into her until they were pressed together from hips to breast, and his erection was unmistakable pushed against her belly and pelvis. His hot tongue licked at the corner of her mouth and along the seam of her lips. She opened farther on a soft sigh but he only continued his exploration.

Her own arousal went off the charts as she rolled her hips against his. A low growl sounded in his throat and he pulled his head back from hers. “Careful, Katie. For a girl who professes to being happy alone, your body is quickly making a liar out of you.”

She clamped her mouth shut and tried to pull back, but there was nowhere to go. He had her against the railing and his arms still held her in place. “I think we should stop this, people are starting to stare.”

Quinn glanced to the side, looking at the crowd surrounding them. “Since when do crowds bother either of us? That’s common around here and no one really cares what we do. In fact, they probably wish we would do more. I think inside everyone here lies the heart of a voyeur.” She couldn’t argue with that. Even she got excited watching some of the activities going on in the private play area.

Especially the flogging. It had been so long since a flogger kissed her skin she might not remember the sensation, but every time she came to the club and watched, she got turned on as hell seeing the red streaks on bare flesh after a session in a booth.

She watched every flinch and emotion that crossed the faces of the submissives.

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She loved the crackling sound of leather slapping a bare back or bottom. Oh yeah, she had it bad tonight, and there was never a shortage of people willing to put on a show.

“I can admit I enjoy watching, but I’m not sure I want to be the one on display.”

The corner of his mouth turned up in a wry smile at her words. “We’ll see about that.” He pushed away from her and grasped her hand. “Come with me.” She looked down at his hand covering hers. The heat and desire enveloped her further from the simple movement. His rope roughened hands scraped against her wrist, igniting a flame deep inside her belly, the kind of thing that she hadn’t felt in a very long time.

“Where are we going?”

“I have to get back to work and I don’t want you far. I wasn’t kidding when I said it was time.” Not giving her a chance to answer, he turned and pulled her into the crowd. Warm and pulsing bodies rubbed against her as they made their way through the throng of people clustered around the play stations. When they passed by the last St.

Andrew’s cross, a glance to the left showed her a new girl getting flogged by Dan, a Dominant who more than knew what he was doing. She was bare from the waist up and there were a variety of red, criss-crossing welts on her naked back. Despite Quinn leading her, she slowed her pace enough to take a look at the girl’s face. Her black hair partially covered her features, but Katie managed to catch a glimpse of cobalt blue eyes glittering with tears. Despite the tears, or because of them, the naked emotion glowed from her face.

Katie’s breath hitched in her throat when their gazes locked, and she understood exactly the ecstasy the woman experienced.

With the dazed look in her eyes and the relaxed state of her body as she hung cuffed to the cross, it became obvious she was far beyond the simple pleasure of the leather striking her skin.

She’d made it to the happy place affectionately called sub space.

A surge of envy rushed through her as she tore her gaze from the girl and refocused on Quinn in front of her. His sandy brown hair just brushed his shoulders and curled at the ends, and she imagined it to have a silky texture that would glide through 8

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her fingers like water. The snug black t-shirt that he wore hugged his broad shoulders and back before tapering down to disappear into the dark jeans wrapped around a tight ass and legs. That picture alone was enough to make any girl drool. She’d had her eye on Quinn for a very long time.

As they approached the stairs that would take them down to Leo and the ropes, her belly fluttered with nerves and an obvious case of fear. She really wasn’t sure if she could do this, especially here in front of so many people who knew her as a regular.

When she first came to the club, she had wanted to learn more about the lifestyle and even dared to hope that she would find someone who might want to teach her. And learned she had, by watching and even sometimes suffering through her own arousal to all the stimuli in the room. But other than the staff, who had been warm and friendly to her, not a single man had approached her.

Looking at many of the beautiful, rail thin