Page 34 of Bloody Quarter

“Do as you’re told, Doll, or I’m going to start bringing home pieces of your friends. There are many things I can cut off before they die.” Reaching up, she lifted her hair, and I placed the ball gag in her mouth. Alora dropped her hair over the strap, and I rubbed my cock to help keep it in check before she turned around. “Good girl,” I praised her, grabbing the strap dangling from the leather cuffs now adorning her wrists.

It had taken some work to get my hands on two of these, but the black Xs with cage frame back were now installed and bolted securely to the floor. They were a perfect addition to the darker parts of the bar and would add a depraved sex appeal without taking it so far that we would be classified as a strip club. I’d placed one at the front and back of the stage, and they were now the focal point of the entertainment. The girl hired for the VIP section was going to act captured and sexy, and I told her to really lay it on thick. To scream for help, thrash around, and cry if she could.

Whether Alora tried to summon help tonight to get away was inconsequential. What did matter was that she blended with everything else. Walking her over to the X, I felt hesitation as she tugged on her restraints. I pointed to my little display.

“Back up against the X.” She looked at me and then the rack. “I’m getting tired of repeating myself, Doll.” I tugged her wrist cuffs, and a soft whimper came out around the gag.

Alora closed her eyes for a second but stepped forward and turned to put her back into position. I quickly locked her wrists and then did the same to her ankles just as Lennox came down from upstairs.

“The new girl is here,” he said as he headed to the back but didn’t give Alora a second glance. And that right there was why he was my best friend.

Locked into place, I grabbed the grate on either side of her head and leaned in. “Dance for me like a good girl, Doll.” Alora glared at me, and my cock throbbed inside my jeans.

When she finally broke, it would be so fucking sweet. “You don't want me to punish you. I promise you’ll scream,” I whispered, laughing as the muffled ‘Fuck you’ vibrated through the ball. Smirking, I stepped back and stretched the velvet rope from one side of the stage to the other to keep people from getting too close and touching her. “You will be saying fuck by the end of the night, but you’re going to be begging for it instead, Doll.”

Taking one last look to appreciate my doll, I gave her a wink and walked away to help get our new dancer hooked up to her X.

“This is insane, man,” Lennox commented. “Do you even know what you’re going to do with her long-term?”

“I’m playing it by ear, but you should know by now that I was never sane,” I said as we began to go through opening arrangements.

“That’s the fuckin’ truth.”

Alora

“Ahhh,” I screamed, but no one could hear me, or if they could, they didn’t pay attention. Other than sexual looks and the dick rubs the guys were giving themselves as they stared at me, no one cared what was happening. I moaned and closed my eyes, my body pressed as far back as I could get. He’d been torturing me all night. Hours had ticked by, but he never turned the vibrator on longer than a few seconds to a minute. It was just enough stimulation to have my body craving a release, and then bam, it was shut off, and I was left panting and yearning for more.

It was a sweet madness that had taken control, and I finally understood his words. All I could picture was having him fuck me. My nipples ached, and my clit was so sensitive that even a few seconds of the vibrations had me a writhing mess as I yanked uselessly on the bindings. I was well past the point of caring about being tied up or wet or even if anyone noticed it dripping down my leg. I glanced at the massive clock on the wall and whimpered. It was only midnight. There were at least two more hours to go of this, and I wasn’t sure I could take another minute, let alone hours.

I sucked in a ragged breath, my chest heaving from the last round. I looked up to see Greyson with his shrewd and perceptive stare boring holes into me. His lip twitched as he held up the little remote, and I silently begged him not to do it again.

This place and the entire situation were like being thrown into a pool of overexposure. Alcohol ran like rivers, people left drinks forgotten nearby, and I desperately needed a drop. I kept praying that someone’s drink would splash me in the face. The closest I came was when a guy tripped and spilled his beer. Now, all I could smell was the rich barley scent that made my mouth water.

“You want to come,” he mouthed, and I’d never wanted to scream Yes and Fuck you at the same time so badly in my life.

Greyson leaned on the bar, his muscled arms flexing, and my mouth watered. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, and as he had hoped, I was completely transfixed by every little movement he made.

I could fight this. I just needed to be strong. I clamped down on the toy and looked away from Greyson. It would piss him off, and I wasn’t surprised when the vibrating started up once more, but this time he left it on far longer than he had before. Holding the scream back as long as I could, I bit down on the ball gag, but it was no use. My body bucked uncontrollably as the orgasm built, and just like all the other times, he shut the fucking little torture device off. I wanted to cry.

The gentle breeze of someone walking by was enough to make my skin feel like a million little knives were stabbing me. I flicked my gaze up to Greyson, and every curse word I could think of spewed from my mouth and around the ball. I hoped he heard and understood every word as he swung the remote from the little cord around on his finger.

A genuine cry, like a child throwing a tantrum, left my mouth as he did it again and again. The climax was so close I could feel the sweet bliss just out of my reach and bucked my ass hard, trying to find some traction or extra sensation as my body begged to come. During the first hour, I cared that people could see me like an animal on display at the zoo. Not anymore, now I didn’t give a fuck. One person, a hundred people, it didn’t matter if it meant I could come and ease this torture. Sex was so far down the list of my priorities that I’d forgotten just how good it could feel. Mind you, my time with Sam had been short-lived, but I still remembered, and now…hell, I was ready to sell my soul to Greyson if he laid me out on the bar and fucked me right now.

I was lost to the world when suddenly someone was standing right in front of me, and it wasn’t Greyson. Looking up, I locked eyes with a drunk man I’d never seen. Sheer panic replaced everything else as Greyson’s words rang like a bell.

“Well, hello there, gorgeous,” the guy slurred and grabbed my breast. I bit the rubber hard to keep from enjoying the contact, but I was beyond pent up and trying to tame it was like trying to harness the wind. “Fuck girl, you are sexy. Name’s Jon.”

“Don’t fucking touch me,” I tried to say, but it was nothing more than an angry moan. Jon cupped my boob again, this time pulling on the strap of fabric covering my nipple. I tried to jerk away from him. He was going to get us both killed.

I didn’t need to see Greyson to know that he was coming. It was like being in tune with danger. Fear filled me and choked off my air supply as Greyson loomed up behind drunken Jon. His eyes were those of a killer. He’d become the man who would happily swim laps in Jon’s blood. Like a caterpillar coming out of its cocoon, so did the side of Greyson that lived hidden under the skin of the sexy playboy. I saw death dancing in his blue eyes.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I didn’t know what I was begging for anymore. Fuck me, kill me, keep me. I’d turned into a clichéd game.

“If you know what’s good for you, then you’ll let go of the dancer and get the fuck out of my bar.” Greyson’s voice was far calmer than the violent look written in his expression.

“Man, I will pay you any amount of money for thirty minutes in the VIP with this one,” Jon said as he reached for the edge of the X like he was going to pull it away, but Greyson grabbed his wrist.

“You wouldn’t last thirty minutes, and you couldn’t afford this girl, even if she agreed to have you.” Greyson’s hard stare found me. “Do you want him?” I frantically shook my head no. He didn’t give anything away, and I had no idea if he believed me. “There you have it. She disagrees. So leave now before I make you.”