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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.

He hopped up on the bar and let out a loud whistle that quieted the crowd. “Listen up, everyone,” he said, turning in a small circle. “I want to draw your attention to center stage.” All eyes moved in my direction like a bunch of zombies in a horror movie. Sweat trickled down the back of my neck, and I wiggled and then gasped. “I hold two very powerful things in my hands, and both are for a great cause.” Greyson looked at me and smiled, and I knew I was doomed. He loved to watch, he loved when others watched, and he’d just found a way to up the ante.

“The first is this jar. It has been brought to my attention that our local VA is struggling. The medical equipment is old, and they can’t afford more doctors, nurses, or even supplies. Many of our veterans can’t afford the treatments or are waiting so long for what they need that they never make it home.” Greyson’s words had pulled on not just my heartstrings. Everywhere I looked, people’s eyes shimmered. “So this jar is going to be used as a fundraising tool. Not only is my goal to fill it multiple times tonight, but I will match any amount donated, dollar for dollar.” There was a loud cheer, and Greyson waved his hands to quiet everyone down. “Now to the entertainment for this event.” Standing, Greyson pointed at me, and just like that, the attention of the crowd turned again. Shit. I had no idea how those who craved the spotlight of a stage got used to so many eyes on them, but I wanted nothing to do with it. Crawling in a hole and staying there sounded very appealing.

“Our rider this evening is sitting a very unique seat, and in my other hand, I hold the remote to turn the horse on…pun intended. Every time you fill this jar, I turn on the horse and make our beautiful rider scream in pleasure.”

The air charged with a sexual edge, and I was all too aware of the looks the guys were giving me. Jesus, I was going to get mobbed and gang raped.

“Alright, let’s get this party started,” Greyson yelled, and the music started up again. The only saving grace was that the jar would take a long time to fill, or so I thought. As soon as the first bill was dropped in, it became a stampede to get to it.

I watched the money fall into the jar, and I didn’t think I could feel more anxiety than I had with the X, but I was so very wrong. As soon as Greyson took the jar and dumped it, he held up the remote. As if the crowd had practiced for this moment, they all began to chant.

“Make her come, make her come, make her come.”

It was so loud it drowned out the music. It even drowned out the thoughts in my mind, and I found myself following along with the perverse words. Greyson smirked as he exaggerated his thumb, going closer to the button on the small devil device in his hand. He told me never to feel humiliated, but nothing could stop the embarrassment from rising. The knots in my stomach and the sheer panic that was making my muscles twitch added to it. I pleaded with my eyes, but I knew it was far too late for begging. The wheel had been set in motion, and just like my heart was already wrapped up in him, there was no stopping this.

I bit my lip to keep from screaming as he turned it on. Nothing could have prepared me for something like this. I’d assumed the toy built inside the horse would travel up and down, but once more, I had that wrong. The entire horse moved, and as it did, the thick cocks pumped in and out of my pussy and my ass while a spot below my clit vibrated. I hadn’t even paid attention to the padded leather and what it meant.

There was no holding back the scream and wails of pleasure as it turned in a circle and rose and fell like I was on the most erotic ride in the world. The climax built rapidly, and I arched my back, gripping the golden pole as my legs tightened on the horse.

“Fuck,” I yelled and came so hard from the extreme stimulation that I squirted all over the seat. This was worse than humiliating, and yet when I looked up and stared into the lust-filled eyes of not just the men but the women as they watched, a deep and dark desire stirred in my soul.

Greyson shut off the horse and set the jar down on the bar for it to start all over again. I locked eyes with the man who I realized wasn’t just using these moments for his own perverse pleasure. He was using them to train me. Greyson was molding me like clay into what he wanted and what I never knew I wanted to become. It wasn’t fair that he saw me in ways that I couldn’t.

The second round was faster and more intense. I wailed at the top of my lungs and jerked hard on the horse, which only added to the overall sensation. Exhausted, my eyes fluttered open, and I sucked in a ragged breath as I found a woman in the crowd that I’d dreamed of seeing again. The one person I wondered about and then tried to figure out why she never visited me in prison.

Sadie was leaning against the bar with a smile on her face. Her hair was blonder than the last time I saw her, but the rest of her looked the same. It was like staring into my past and one of the very reasons why I’d been in such a horrible headspace when Evie called me. I’d fought with the nurses and her mother to let me see her, but they all refused and said that Sadie didn’t want any visitors. I traced her features with my eyes, the wedding band on her finger, and the drink in her hand. Tears pricked my eyes, but not for the reason I thought they would. I was saddened by one more thing in my life that was gone forever. Another piece of my past was truly buried. Sadie might not have died, but our friendship had the night of her attack. I’d thought that she would always be in my life, but in reality, she’d been in my life for a reason. I just didn’t understand that reason until now.

Terrible things happened in this world every single day, but it kept turning. The resilience of the human spirit found a way to pick itself up and step forward again and again. Sadie looked away from the woman she was talking to and locked eyes with me. She blinked like there was a moment of recognition before she shook her head and turned away, but I felt it. Whether she realized it or not, we’d just said goodbye.

I watched her walk away and lost her in the crowd like she’d been a figment of my imagination. Just another apparition to join the others in my mind. Greyson caught my attention, and he looked between me and Sadie. I mouthed, “Later,” and he nodded.

He held up the jar and cheered while I groaned and placed my forehead against the pole as I prepared for what was coming next. Every body part ached, especially my ass and pussy, which were still stretched wide.

As he turned on the horse, I gave in to the madness. The dual cocks pounded into me at a blinding pace as the front of the seat vibrated and had me moaning. I handed myself over to whatever happened and enjoyed and appreciated this moment of being on display, sought after, admired, and envied by all those watching. I’d never chosen to be the center of attention, and even if I had, this wouldn’t have been on the list. But this was the first time in my life that I understood how special Greyson made me feel, how he’d somehow found a way to help me dig out from under the trauma that had been so deeply rooted that I could no longer see the sky.

“Fuck yes,” I yelled as I came in a rush. The seat was a mess, my legs were wet, and I was sure the floor was shiny with the evidence of my pleasure. I didn’t give a fuck about any of it anymore.

I could almost hear Greyson’s words like they were whispered in my ear. “Let them stare, Doll. Let them see what they will never have.”

My body was numb, limbs tingling as I leaned against the pole, unable to sit up without help anymore. After the fourth whole body and earth-shattering climax, I hadn’t been able to lift my arms. After the sixth, the slightest of muscle twinges brought me to tears as I cried with delirium, hardly remembering where I even was. Greyson didn’t come to get me off the insane ride until the last person was out of the bar. At this point, he could leave me or take me. I was too exhausted and sore to care.

“Come on, Doll, let’s get you off of there,” Greyson said as he reached for me. I whimpered as he gripped me and slowly eased me off the carousel horse. I slumped into his arms, too weak to help at all, but I rolled my eyes up to his.

“I’m never doing that again,” I said.

“But….” Greyson started, and I cut him off.

“No...never, no,” I said firmly, pushing through the rawness of my throat. “I’m never fucking doing that again.” I coughed and buried my head in his chest until it eased. Hitting him with a glare, I made sure he knew I was serious. “Not the X or anything else you think of. I’ll work by your side. Hell, you can chain me to you if you want. But I no longer want to be the doll on display for the world, only you,” I demanded as firmly as my voice would allow.

Greyson kissed my forehead as he carried me up the stairs to his apartment. “Okay, Doll. No more unless you choose to do it. I’ll give you a job as a bartender instead.”

“Thank you,” I mumbled and let myself relax as the fight I thought was going to be longer ended. “Greyson?”

“Yes, Doll?”

“Are you really giving the money to the VA?”

“I am. I keep my promises, Doll. I’ll match every cent and cut them a check.”

My lower lip trembled as the wildly complex emotions that were always overwhelming took control. My eyes stung as Greyson smashed through the damaged walls around my heart.

“I love you,” I blurted out, tears slipping free.

“I crave you like my last breath,” he said, placing a sweet kiss on my lips, and yet I felt his love through the light touch. My heart was officially his.