Bisexual Beach Reads by Giselle Renarde

Author:Giselle Renarde
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: beach reads, bisexual men, lgbt fiction, bisexual women, queer fiction, canadian fiction, summer books, bisexual books, lgbt box set, pansexual polyamory
Publisher: Giselle Renarde

Chapter 11

Had she been drugged again, or had life simply devolved into such a hellish existence that her mind refused to operate at full capacity?

Madame had gone away. Gabrielle didn’t know where and didn’t know why. She rested one shoulder against a hay bale. She couldn’t feel the straw jabbing into her skin anymore, though she was sure she’d have marks from that too, if she survived the night.

Wait… what was that light shining through the cracks between wooden slats? Had the sun come up? Disappointment weighed heavy on Gabrielle’s heart. At night, she could hide her shame under cover of darkness. Now, when the daylight illuminated the many sins committed against her flesh, she couldn’t deny what kind of woman she’d become.

A willing victim. A captive whore.

Her asshole ached. She had to pee, so she did, all down the smooth skin of her calf. What difference did it make? She was dirty on the inside. Might as well be dirty on the outside, too.

When her nose itched, she reached up to scratch it before remembering her wrists were bound behind her back. She tried rubbing her nose against her shoulder, but she just couldn’t reach. The itch would drive her crazy.

A latch clicked and she thought, “Here I go, over the edge…”

She expected Madame’s heels to click-clack against the concrete. She was ready for anything, at that point. If the woman rode in naked like Lady Godiva, she wouldn’t have been surprised in the least. But when a dark-haired man peeked over the stall door, her shoulders shook.

“Who are you?” she asked. Her jaw hung loose and she had trouble closing her mouth.

When he unlatched the stall door, Gabrielle’s feet started moving of their own accord, sliding in loose hay. She pressed her shoulders back against one bale and then another, urging her body to stand. Alone, she’d nearly forgotten she was naked. As soon as that man’s blazing eyes found her flesh, she felt not only naked but inside-out. He could see everything about her. She was sure of it.

He stepped inside and stood by the door, which he didn’t latch. His skin was golden. His hair was slick. She tried not to think of him as handsome because she wasn’t sure what he might do to her.

“Don’t you know me?” he asked.

“Should I?” She gazed down at his dusty jeans, his leather shoes. He had on a threadbare T-shirt and held a pile of folded clothing against his chest. Wait… that was her clothing! The outfit she’d been wearing when she committed herself to this place. “Who are you? How did you get my stuff?”

“After everything that’s happened you really don’t know me? Look into my eyes.”

She couldn’t look away from her bundle of clothes. “That’s mine. I want it. Leave it here. Leave me alone.”

“You don’t know me?” he asked again. “You would if you looked deeper.”

Wait, she couldn’t put her clothes on if she was bound up. She wanted him to undo the leather straps that held her hands behind her back, but she also didn’t want to turn her back on him.

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