Free ROPED by Eliza Gayle

 
     
     
     
    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,