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  Also by Eliza Gayle

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  Pentacles of Magick: The Bonding

  Pentacles of Magick: The Burning

  Pentacles of Magick: The Healing

  Pentacles of Magick: The Revealing

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  Rope Dreams

  An erotic short by

  ELIZA GAYLE

  Rope Dreams copyright 2009 by Eliza Gayle

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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.

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  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 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 women of the club, she’d been forced to admit that her plus-size figure might not measure up for most of the men here. But she had no intention of letting that deter her from enjoying the atmosphere of the club and spending a few hours a week with like-minded people who at least wouldn’t consider her thoughts and desires perverse or disgusting like her ex did.

  “Katie, are you okay?”

  She jerked her head up, surprised to find herself standing next to Quinn and Leo’s private table and Quinn’s gaze boring into hers with concern.

  “Yeah—uhm—I’m fine.” She tamped down her nervousness as best she could and gave him a small smile.

  “Good, then you can sit here and watch while you wait, if you would like.”

  She looked at the table of women all waiting for their turn at the ropes and her stomach fluttered all over again. She didn’t want to be one of their groupies, she just wanted to watch. This up close and personal, she didn’t think she could hide just how turned on she would get. Nor did she want to be compared to the bevy of women who hovered here, hoping they would get picked next.

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  “Quinn—I’m not so sure—”

  He pressed his fingers to her lips to quiet her words. “I am sure and Leo is sure. You have to start trusting sometime, Katie.” With that he turned and walked over to the platform to join Leo in tying up their latest volunteer for the swing. Leo glanced over to her and smiled at Quinn with the wickedest looking grin she had ever seen. The kind of oh, shit look that made her realize how serious they were about this.

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  Two hours later, Katie still waited at the table but had begun fidgeting in the chair. Her fingers tapped out the rhythm of the song against the edge of the table, and her gaze darted everywhere in an attempt to not look at the ropes. Quinn and Leo had tied girl after girl without another word to her and her patience had run out. She wanted to either scream in frustration about being left waiting so long or stomp from the club like a child. She’d told Quinn that she wasn’t ready for this yet, but he and Leo had apparently been discussing her at length. She’d watched and waited for weeks and couldn’t be more surprised that they’d done the same. But this waiting was killing her.

  She wanted to let her guard down and give them a chance, but the longer she sat there thinking about it the more she wanted to bolt. Doubts continued to plague her as she watched each new girl approach them. Why would they want to be the ones to teach her? It had been far easier to stay on the sidelines at a good distance and just watch. She glanced down at her cell phone for the umpteenth time to check the clock. Things would be winding down before long, so maybe they wouldn’t put her on display. She could hope.

  Earlier in the evening when she walked through the VIP

  doors, the first person she’d noticed was Leo leaning against a barstool dressed in a navy blue tee and looking through the crowd with a watchful eye. She couldn’t resist staring at him.

  She’d heard many women in the club say that his bald head and tribal tattoo around his neck made him look scary. She couldn’t disagree more. The man was sexy as sin from top to bottom.

  Given half the chance, she’d rub all over him like a cat in heat.

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  When he caught her watching him she had immediately become self-conscious. Maybe wearing her new slim skirt and a simple black corset hadn’t been such a great idea. She had decided to leave her hair down tonight, thinking the red of it against the pale color of her skin and the dark as night corset would look good. She brushed her hands down the fabric covering her torso—she loved the new corset she’d bought. It made her feel feminine, not to mention it took several inches off her waist. If she hadn’t known better she could have sworn the look in Leo’s eyes said she looked good enough to eat.

  “You look really nervous sitting there. Have you never done this before?”

  Katie looked at the woman sitting across the table. “No, this is my first time.”

  “You don’t have anything to worry about. Quinn and Leo there know just how to handle a woman.” The way the words rolled from the woman’s mouth sounded like experience, and sexy as hell. The dreamy look in her eyes as she watched the two men grated on Katie’s nerves. She so didn’t belong here.

  She glanced again at the time, then at the tiny blonde woman with enormous silicone tits that were completely bare exce
pt for two X’s of tape covering her generous nipples. The club would be closing soon, making the blonde the last customer of the night.

  So much for it being her time.

  She shook her head and turned back to the woman at the table. “Yes, I just bet they do.” The woman must have caught the sarcasm in her response because she swung her head to look at Katie with a sharp, laughing look in her eyes.

  “They have been eyeing you for a long time, sweetie, just waiting for you to be ready.”

  “Uh huh.”

  She flashed a quick smile. “You have no idea what you’re in for, do you? Well, I guess it doesn’t really matter. They’ll be sure to let you know when they are good and ready. The question you have to ask yourself is, are you ready?” She stood and walked away from the table and up to Leo and Quinn. She 11

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  kissed them both soundly on the mouth and told them good luck.

  She stopped again at the table on her way to the door. “Tonight you are the envy of every woman in the club.” She walked through the exit, leaving Katie in a state of shock.

  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?”