It's your fault

Chapter fifteen: I'm so sorry

Ethan P.O.V

Long story short Taretto demands me to have sex with Alice as he sits and watches. Once he's done telling me what to do he says it's his turn. I want to object but I there will be consequences.

I feel like a piece of shit. I must be the worst boyfriend in the world, letting all of this shit happen to my girlfriend. I should have done more to protect her now I sit here cuffed to a chair, gagged, while my girlfriend lies cuffed to a bed about to be raped by a disgusting pervert.

I can no longer see her anymore because of the drapes covering the bed. I can only hear her cries, her cries that I can not prevent.

As I sit her tied to this chair I begin to feel extremely sick. My head pounding, my stomach upside down. I close my eyes to gather myself before I die from asphyxiation from my puke.

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I have my eyes closed and it's silent. What's going on in there? I don't hear him. What's even more scary I don't hear Alice.

I open my eyes to see the bed is also still. I know the tape won't help any but I call Alice's name, well more or a mumble. That's when the silence is broken by the screams of Alice.

Alice P.O.V

I hear Ethan mumble through the tape, it sounds like he's calling out my name. The silence must have him going crazy. Taretto does nothing, just laying beside me, gliding his fingers up and down my legs and belly.

He doesn't even look me in the eyes, he's staring at my body as he moves his hands all over. All of this bullshit and he's not even doing anything, not that I want him to.

When Ethan called out its like Taretto was yanked out of his trance. He jumped on top of me causing me to scream in surprise.

The look in his eyes is sharp and vicious. He leans down and kisses my neck making his way down my shoulder and onto my breast.

I let out and uncomfortable cry, very low. He scoops under my waist lifting me. In a swift motion he thrusts inside of me. He doesn't even take the time to start off slow he goes right into it.

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After a bit of missionary he turns me around props me so that I'm on my knees and gripping the headboard. That's when he takes me from behind, also causing me to cry out in pain.

Through my cries and Taretto's grunting I hear Ethan going ballistic. Even through the tape his shouting is loud, bursting through the tape.

Taretto wraps his hand around my hair and tugs pulling my head back as he kisses and nibbles on my neck. The pain is unbearable. The tears fill the wells of my eyes before they run down my face.

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This guy never seems to get tired. After he's done doing me from behind he lays on his back putting me on top of him. The cuffs are tight making it extremely difficult to maneuver.

His hands grip my waist lifting me the way he wants me to be lifted. He guides me to satisfy his very need. Because of the way my hands are cuffed it makes it really awkward for me, extremely uncomfortable.

Ethan's cries out still burning through the tape. I can even hear him thrashing in the chair, I hear the chair repeatedly hitting the floor.

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Finally he finished with me, he puts his boxer shorts back on and slides off of the bed. He pulled the drape back, the one that was on the right where Ethan wasn't before moving to the other side he picks up the shirt that I had on and throws it over me partially coving my naked and sweaty body.