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.
“ 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.
“ 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.
****
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 playing through the club
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
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.
“ 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.
“ 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.
****
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 playing through the club
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
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