ROPED

ROPED

An erotic short

by
ELIZA GAYLE

ROPED

Copyright © 2011 by Eliza
Gayle

Cover art by: Mina
Carter

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Edition

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Welcome to Purgatory! A
club for every fetish…

Katie has a fetish for
rope and she’s had her eye on riggers Leo and Quinn for quite some
time. Week after week she goes to the club and watches them tie up
women from afar, while she imagines their rough rope against her
own skin.

Now the two hunky men have
decided to make their move. But is plus-sized Katie ready to turn
her fantasies into reality?

K
atie 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.

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 tilted her head back, 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?

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 enjoyed every flinch and emotion that
crossed the faces of the submissives.

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 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.