Page 53 of Bloody Quarter

“You are my errand, at least the only one that matters. Come on, before I change my mind and lay you out on the hood of the car in front of Miss Harper just to freak you out.”

“Okay, time to go,” I said, pulling him toward the car as he chuckled.

There was no telling what tomorrow was going to bring with Greyson. For all I knew, he would get bored and kill me. If that was the case, then…that was a risk I was willing to take. Being with him was living. I’d forgotten what that felt like. Maybe I never actually knew. One thing was for certain. I was going to hang on to this and him until death—however that came—knocked on my door.

Alora

“What the hell is that,” I asked as we stepped into the bar. I froze as I stared at the stage, my pulse rising. Greyson didn’t have to say the words. I knew it was for me, and I was already cringing. It had only been three days since we were last here, and one of the Xs had been removed. At the center of the stage was a massive, colorful carousel horse, complete with a golden pole through the middle of its back. It was up high enough that it looked innocent, other than the fact it was royally creepy to see it in the middle of a bar, but this was Greyson. There was nothing innocent about it.

“That is for you to ride as part of the entertainment,” he said, his mouth pulling up into a lopsided grin that worried me further.

“Ride it? Like just go up there and sit on it?”

“Yeah.”

“Why don’t I believe you?”

He wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “Let’s go get you prepared. You’re going to love the outfit.” I highly doubted it. This felt like a whole-ass upgrade from the X.

Why the fuck did I think of anything to do with ass? An hour later, my face was painted, and I stood in a colorful spandex suit that matched the carousel horse. The outfit had two holes cut into the crotch, and I had an awful sinking feeling that I knew why, but I was really holding out hope that I was wrong. That hope died when Greyson led me up onto the stage with a bottle of lube in hand.

I swallowed hard as I stood beside the horse. The manic look in its eyes matched the man beside me. There was nothing that I could see at first glance, and a bit of the trepidation eased, but the moment he lifted me to sit on the seat, all of that changed.

“Greyson, you’ve got to be kidding me,” I hissed as he used a leather strap attached to the horse’s side to tie my leg in place. He didn’t say a word as he walked around the horse with me glaring at him the entire time. The line was already growing outside, and at any moment, they would open the doors, and this place would be flooded with people.

“Trust me, Doll. You’re going to have fun.” He smirked. “I know I will.” He tightened the second strap. “Lift your ass.”

“Greyson….”

“Now, Doll,” he said, not raising his voice, yet it felt like he’d bellowed in my ear.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I said, putting weight in the foot holders and pushing myself up. Greyson pulled out a remote from his pocket, and I swallowed hard.

There was a part of me that wanted to do this, that wanted the debauchery of it, but not in front of hundreds of people. Gaining my will to live back had come with a few pesky side effects. Giving a shit about orgasming in front of others happened to be one of them. Having it happen over and over while guys jerked off thinking about me was…it felt like asking for trouble, even if they couldn’t see my face. The horse lowered slightly, and as it did, Greyson squeezed out a bunch of the lube. The sucking sound of the bottle made me shiver. Was I really going to do this?

“Slowly sit down.” My hands gripped the golden pole as I did what I was told. I sucked in a ragged breath when something that felt like a dildo poked at my pussy lips before slipping inside.

“Jesus,” I hissed at the girth of it, stretching me open. “Fuck. Holy shit,” I said as a second one poked at my ass. I hovered over it, terrified to sit all the way down.

“Doll….”

Who knew one word could be so threatening? Closing my eyes, I sat down slowly until both phalluses, protruding from the perverse horse’s back, were buried inside of me. I was never going to be able to look at a carousel the same way again.

“You look fucking stunning, Doll.” I glared, and he smiled. “That look is sexy. Remind me to have angry sex with you,” he said, and the thought of it was far too appealing.

“Oh, trust me, you’re going to get your wish by the time this night is through. If I don’t beat you to death with something first.”

Greyson laughed as he hooked four velvet ropes into place to make a perimeter around me. “So violent, Doll. If you can walk after this, I’ll make sure you can’t by the time I’m done.”

I swore under my breath as he hopped off the stage. Lennox wandered in and stared at me for a blink before shaking his head like even he didn’t understand what the fuck was happening and didn’t want to know. As Greyson opened the door, my body tightened, and I was suddenly all too aware of just how full of fake cock I was. People flooded in as music began to play, and in the blink of an eye, the quiet bar turned into a loud, packed house.

The bar was so busy that Greyson kept running from one person to the next, and I held still as a statue, praying that he forgot about me altogether. But when he finished pouring a shot and then glanced up at me, I knew hoping had been futile. My heart hammered, and I wiped my sweaty hands on my legs.

Greyson reached under the bar and pulled out the biggest jar I’d ever seen. It was brightly decorated in Mardi Gras colors and beads. He held it up in the air and signaled for the DJ to cut the music.

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Please don’t make a scene.

I glanced around for a way to escape, but even if I could get my legs unlatched from this thing, Greyson would find a way to make the next show worse.