It's your fault

Chapter fourteen: Cuffs and more cuffs

Ethan P.O.V

"Okay then let's get to it!"
This guy is going to force me to have sex with Alice then he gets a turn. I know I need to do this, the right thing.

I know if I don't go through with it then that fucking Tommy and Paul will have their way with her. They already made her go through hell
. At least in this instance she will have me.

He gets up from his chair and walks to the dresser. He pulls something out of the drawer.

He turns and I see shiny handcuffs dangling from his left hand. What the fuck is wrong with this guy?

"What are those for?" I ask. He lifts his left hand looking down at the cuffs. He smiles.

"Alice!" He looks over at her. She's griping onto my arm. "Why?" I ask.

"Makes it more intense and sexy!"

This guy is crazy.

Alice P.O.V

He has handcuffs.

"Makes it more intense and sexy!" This guy must have crazy sex fantasies. His into really kinky stuff, he likes to watch another guy fucking a woman that's a bit odd.

"I will tell you what to do understand?" Taretto speaks firm. He holds the cuffs tightly in his hand.

"Yeah." Ethan answers for me. "You, stand up!" He lifts his hand with the cuffs towards Ethan. He hesitates at first.

He gets to his feet after a second.
"Stand in front of her!" He demands. Ethan doing so. He's standing facing me. "Make your shirt off." Taretto commands again.

Ethan following his orders, he removes his shirt letting it fall to the floor.

"Now you lay up on the pillows." He's now talking to me. I look back and forth from him and Ethan before doing so. I'm now laying up on the pillows. My hands down by my side and my legs closed.

"Here, put these cuffs on her." He holds the cuffs up towards Ethan. He steps over taking the cuffs from Taretto.

"Put your hands up above your head." I do so. Ethan climbs up and cuffs my hands above my head to the head post on the bed.

I look to see Taretto going into his pocket. He removed his hand out of his pocket along with a pocket knife. I immediately get scared.

"Here cut her shirt off!" Why couldn't he just remove it before I was cuffed to the bed? Ethan takes the knife, flicking it open. He comes over to me and cuts from the bottom to the top.

I feel extremely uncomfortable laying here cuffed with no clothes shielding my naked body. My chest responding to the cool air as it runs across my entire body.

I turn my head to the right trying to avoid eye contact. Ethan now stands at the side of the bed again.

"Take your pants off." Taretto says to Ethan. He does so now only standing in his boxers. "Climb on the bed." His breathing hitched as he gives directions.

"Kiss her!"

Ethan does so.

"Now her neck." He does so. "Her breast." Taretto's voice deep and wanting. Ethan follows his directions.

"Stop." Says Taretto out of the blue. Ethan sits up now resting on his knees. "Spread her legs!" His breathing now slowed. Ethan looks in my eyes. I try not to break down.

He goes to do it. My legs now wide, open for both of them.

"Kiss her inner thighs."

He does so. "Higher." Taretto let's out a breath. "Higher." He speaks again. Ethan goes higher until his mouth his to my private area.

"Put... your tongue... in." Taretto's breath seems to be lost. Falling into my deep seas that lie between my legs. Ethan listening to his every word. He seems to be in a trance.

I wrap my hands around the cuffs. My back arched and head thrown back. The moans slip from my mouth.

"That's enough of that!"

Ethan pulls away licking his lips. I lay breathing deeply.

"Boxers off now!"