Chapter 2

Ivyrose's POV

As I nervously waited in darkness for Christopher, who said he was going to call the stranger, I recalled our conversation a week ago in my appartment in Upper West side New York. It was the first time he touched me after two weeks of making so many excuses. 

********1 week ago***********

“I'm sorry about last night. I love you more than life itself, Rose.” he said before sipping his morning coffee. We were on the balcony of my appartment overlooking central park. The night before, we had a fight because he came home with a lot of bruises on his face, arms and the rest of his body, but he wouldn’t tell me what was wrong.

“I love you the same way, Chris. Now please tell me what’s wrong. Tell me what happened to you last night. Better yet, tell me what’s been happening to you since you proposed two weeks ago.” 

“I got mugged. It’s embarrassing because they were a bunch of women thugs. I really don’t want to talk about it, okay? And about the previous days, it’s just trouble at the company. Nothing I want to bother you with. Trust me, it will all soon be perfect.”

“Aww honey, girls did that to you?” I laughed. He acted to be mad at me taunting him, but then eventually laughed along. 

Christopher stood up and extended his hands for me to take. “May I have this dance?” 

We danced without music under the bright blue sky, and I leaned my head on his chest. Being only 5’4’’ and him 6’2’’, I had to tiptoe and he had to bend his head just so we could kiss. 

“Rose? You love me, right?”

“Duh. Of course I do.”

“But you still don’t completely trust me, right?”

“Chris. You know my past…”

“I know. That’s why I think what I’m about to ask you to do for me will be the best for us. For our future.”

“What is it?” I said as I stopped dancing and looked at him. 

“I want us to have a threesome. With some random guy who I will investigate thoroughly and have checked out medically.”

I laughed so loudly. My stomach hurt from laughing so hard and I only stopped when I saw how serious he was.

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"This crazy moaning music is too loud, Chris!"  I tried to say through the gag he put in my mouth. The memory gave me goosebumps, knowing the stranger was coming. "Chris?" Can he even hear and understand me with this gag on? What is going on in that man's mind? 

I tried to move my hands to remove my blindfold but the handcuffs made it impossible.

“Christopher Standford! Where are you? I can’t hear anything.” I tried to shout hoping it didn't sound gibberish. When nobody responded through touch, I started to panic that something might have happened to him. Oh God. It could be like in that Gerald’s Game movie I watched on N*****x where the husband died and the woman was left alone and handcuffed. I shivered at the thought of having to break the bones of my wrist just to get out of the cuffs. Wait. The other guy will surely have called 911 if something happened to Chris. Duh. But then again, what if he was the one who killed Chris, huh?

I chuckled nervously to myself for thinking of such morbid thoughts. Then I wondered again why I agreed to this. Maybe Chris was right when he said I was still a prisoner of my past. Maybe this is why I said yes to such a crazy idea; A stranger was going to fuck me. After all this, Chris and I will see if we really could trust one another and be together forever. I love him so much, but still deep inside I don’t trust him. I feel like one day he will just wake up and say he’s leaving. 

The moaning sounds from the earpods were definitely not helping me. Lying there, my mind was too anxious about what would happen. I gasped in shock as a hand suddenly went under my head and took the gag off my mouth. I was about to open my mouth to ask what was going on, but immediately stopped when I felt a finger on my lips indicating me to be quiet. Panic suddenly flooded me and I imagined Christopher's handsome face to relax myself. His deep set blue eyes, his perfectly chiseled face and his messy wavy hair which he often tied back on the top of his head. I have to relax. I promise Chris I'd try this for us. You can do this Rose. You can do this. I kept repeating those words to myself. But then in the darkness around me, I was shocked to realized that my mindn also tried to imagine what the stranger looked like. 

The way Chris or the stranger traced my lips and how his other hand touched my chest, aroused my entire body. I started moaning as my heartbeat raced. Being tied up, deaf, and blindfolded, all my senses were heightened. It all made me excited at what pleasurable things the three of us would discover. Instinctively, I sucked on his finger and felt him react by squeezing my breast. The bed foam suddenly dropped and I felt him on top of me. Was this Chris? Or was it the random guy? The rough cloth that was against my thighs made it seem like he was wearing jeans. Could this be Chris or is the stranger also wearing jeans? Ugh. This blindfold is driving me nuts. I wanted to touch him, but the pain in my wrists reminded me of the handcuffs. I was his prisoner. Correction. I was their prisoner.

He pulled out his finger from my mouth and began caressing my body. Everywhere his hands touched left tingles and made me want to beg him to be inside me already. I lifted my hips to tell him, but then he rubbed the spot in between my legs and scattered the wetness all over. I tried my best to move my head from side to side to somehow make the blindfold loose, but then it wouldn’t budge.  Frustrated, I decided to stop trying and give in to the total helplessness. I felt his head go down on me, trailing kisses all over its way. Waves of pleasure errupted when his tongue found my clit and he kept flicking over it. I moaned until I found my release. 

"Fuck. That was good. Chris was that you?" I asked, but then remembered how stupid it was to ask questions when I couldn't hear a damn thing because of the earpods and lound moaning music. Panting, I  pulled on my cuffs as a way to tell them to free me.  Instead of freedom though, I felt the round head of a hard cock playing with my folds and entrance, making me all excited again.

“Ahhhh..please. Put it in already. Chris, babe. If that's you, please don’t make me beg. I can’t stand this.” I said, but still I had no idea if they answered me or were just laughing. The pleasure and the unknowingness drove me insane.

He didn’t stop what he was doing and so I moaned over and over again. It was all I could do until I found another release. 

Whoever it was, he continued to play with me until he suddenly thrusted it inside. He was moving so slow, making me crazy with ecstasy. I was ashamed and surprised to realize I had no idea who was fucking me. In my mind I just imagined it was my fiance and so I kept shouting his name. 

"Oh my god. Chris!" Another round of spasms hit me all over my body and I was breathless. 

I was clearly panting but he continued on thrusting it in and out. Slowly at first and then he went fast as if he was coming along too. It was so hard not to hold him because I wanted to dig my nails on his back the way I always do when I knew he was close to cumming. 

I felt his lips on mine and I could not believe it. It clearly wasn’t Christopher. I could taste the cigarette in his mouth and smell a different perfume from his neck. He stopped kissing me and thrusted faster, his weight heavier than Chris'. At that moment, reality caught up with me. If there was one thing I was sure of, I was in love with my Christopher and I never wanted anybody else's touch.  

But despite the objections of how wrong it felt, my body reacted to the pleasure it was receiving. It was pure lust. One of the earpods came off when I shook my head so much and I heard the man grunt as he spilled inside me. I cried in the darkness as he pulled out. It was disgusting that I felt so good, yet so scared and confused at the same time. The touch of his lips on  my forehead made me shiver as only his ragged breaths and my sobs disturbed the silence in the room. A few minutes later, I noticed him leave the bed. 

"Chris! Where are you?" I cried out but no one answered. I heard the door open then closed with a bang and as if on cue, a headache the size of Texas made me wince.  The sudden pain made me so dizzy, but I managed to keep shouting. "Christopher! Chris! What the fuck is this?! Where are you?!" 

I tried to stop crying but couldn't, until sleep eventually rescued me from my hysteria.