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

Leo leaned over the girl attached to the rope swing between them and spoke to Quinn. Whatever he said made him look over at her, and she fought not to squirm under his gaze. Quinn laughed and left the platform and headed directly for her.

Uh oh.

He dismissed the other women at the table and seated himself next to Katie.

“Having fun?” He took a swig of water from the bottle he’d left on the table earlier.

“Not really. Your groupies are the most boring women I have ever met. Although just calling them women is a stretch.” He couldn’t hold back a smile on that one. She’d hit the nail on the head and not even he could deny it. Not many women who came to Purgatory and lined up for the rope swing were really all that affected by the touch of the rope, at least not that she could see. Instead they were just looking for a cheap thrill.

“Leo and I have learned to tune them out. You do get used to it after a while.” He leaned in closer, enough to whisper in her ear. “You’re fidgeting, Katie. Why?”

“I thought you brought me down here to be tied into the swing.”

“You thought we were going to do that here?” Leo’s voice sounded from over Quinn’s shoulder.

“Well—uhm—yeah, I guess so.” Feeling embarrassed, she hoped her face wasn’t as red as she thought.

“I might not have been completely clear as to when…”

“What do you mean?” She whispered the question, anger filling her as she spoke. She uncrossed her legs and moved to stand—it was time to go. She’d thought to offer them her submission, but for some reason they simply wanted to humiliate her.

Leo placed his hands on her shoulder and took the seat behind her. “Your first time shouldn’t be in public, but it should 12

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be now and with us. Do you really want to deny it? You should probably think about that before answering me. I expect you to be honest with yourself as well as with us. Anything else will be met with punishment.”

Katie’s cheeks flushed hot at Leo’s words as she stumbled with a response. “I—I—would never be dishonest.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it, sweetheart. You have a good heart, but you hide behind your wall. You want to submit but you won’t open yourself up to it.” Leo’s fingers tapped along her shoulders, rubbing the bare flesh. “But that’s what we’re here for. We are both going to ask a lot of you tonight, are you prepared for that? Do you want it?” Her gaze lifted and met Quinn’s directly as she struggled with the irritation and fear. His laughter had been replaced with an intensity that took her breath away and made it difficult to look at him.

Katie looked again at Quinn but focused on Leo touching her. She’d waited so long to hear the words, she wasn’t sure she could believe them. Yes, she wanted them, but would she ever be the same again afterwards?

Leo was right, though, her own issues prevented her from giving in and really she just needed to relax and live a little.

“I’m scared.”

“If you weren’t I don’t think either of us would be talking to you. We both take your submission very seriously.” Leo continued to massage and stroke her shoulders and she damn near melted into him, it felt so good. They’d kept her on edge for hours and she’d soaked her panties in anticipation of their touch.

Now here they were, and they were giving her one last chance to back out. She wasn’t going to take it.

“I’m sure.” Her quiet, simple statement brought out a wicked grin on Quinn’s face, and Leo pressed his lips to the back of her neck while his hands continued to roam her arms and torso.

“I can’t wait to get you out of this corset and tie you up for myself.” His words sent a quick pulse straight to her already tight nipples and renewed heat pooled between her thighs.

When Quinn leaned forward and placed his hands on her knees, she nearly shot out of the chair. His touch electrified her.

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“Spread your legs for me, Katie,” he demanded.

Surprised by the sudden changes of the two men, she hesitated before letting her legs fall slightly apart, giving Quinn the access he sought. Grateful she’d taken the time to pamper her body before she came to the club, she held her breath as his fingers slid up her thighs and underneath the hem of her skirt.

“Are you wet, sweetheart?” She shivered at the kiss of Leo’s warm breath on her skin as he spoke to her again, trying to distract her from the fact that Quinn was scant inches away from her pussy.

“Yes.” Her husky answer gave away just how aroused she was, but did little to relieve the tension building or the wanting for them to hurry up and get on with it. In fact, she was beginning to care less and less about being in public, which gave her a better understanding as to why so many submissives in the club went so far in their play with others watching. At some point during the play there comes a time, she knew, when you don’t care about anything but feeling. Something that no amount of research or observation could make someone understand.

She closed her eyes and held her breath when Quinn grazed the soft fabric between her legs. She bucked her hips in his hand and a small groan escaped her lips.

“Oh yeah, Leo, she’s ready. So fucking wet and hot.” His fingers pushed aside her panties and slid through her slick folds, glancing across her swollen clit. She whimpered in pleasure as Leo grabbed her chin and twisted her head to the side so he could capture her lips in a hungry and demanding kiss. Pleasure arrowed through her as one man teased her clit and the other