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.
Christopher’s POV "Chris!" Ivyrose bolted upright from our bed. It was still seven in the morning and the sun’s rays peaked through our floor-to-ceiling windows. She was breathing raggedly as she laid back down on her pillow. "Hey. Good morning babe. You had a nightmare didn't you?" I asked her calmly as I got on the bed beside her and put her head on my chest. From the looks of her, I wasn't sure the pills I mixed with the brandy last night worked. Seb had given it to me as a consolation the night I agreed to the deal; telling me it was a new drug product that would cause a few hours of memory gaps and confusion from the time it was consumed. "Oh my god. Did we really go through with it? It was crazy." Ivyrose said, scratching her head. "What was?" I asked, my heart pounding in my ears. Does she remember? "The… you know, the thresome. I’m not sure if it was a dream or not, but I feel so embarrassed." Tears started falling down her face and I rushed to wipe them. "Well, you s
Ivyrose’s POV It seemed so real. The way I orgasmed seemed so real. His touch, the way he trailed kisses on my body, it all felt like it really happened. But then when I thought about the events of last night, I couldn’t remember a single thing. Only at the start when we arrived in the hotel and we went to the bar and had a few drinks before going up to the penthouse suite. I remember the old bartender who was really nice to me before and I smiled remembering his jokes. The ring on my cell phone startled me, cutting off my thoughts. I looked at the caller and it was my father, Rex Lucas Foxworth IV. He was a business tycoon who owned almost all the buildings in New York City aside from his other businesses. “Hey, daddy.” “Princess. How are you? I called your apartment, but your maid said you didn’t come home. Are you with Christopher?” he said, his tone disappointed. “Dad, please don’t start. It’s too early.” I begged him and then changed the subject about the party I was plann
Christopher’s POV I put the empty bottle of wine on the dining table. The effects of its content, already making me a little light headed. I was alone in our house because Ivyrose was waiting for me at Foxworth mansion, taking care of last minute details for her father’s 60th birthday party. The party of the year, the magazines and newspapers called it. I looked at myself in my full length mirror and almost didn’t recognize the man I’ve become. I used to be so simple and poor, yet the man in front of me was wearing a black armani suit. I looked great although it was a little tight around my biceps considering everytime my mind stressed over that night, I went to my gym and punished myself —Forcing extreme pain to push the morbid thoughts out of my head, and forgeting my conscience with too much exhaustion. I also went to see a shrink once or twice a week and it helped a bit to vaguely talk about my secrets. For the past two months, I found a way to say it, disguising it as troubles
Ivyrose's POV The moment my car entered the gates of Foxworth mansion, memories of my heart breaking past all came flooding back. I sighed as I thought of the first memory I had of him. It was my 5th birthday and Gareth was crying. His dad, Mr. Cole, our gardener, had he scolded Gareth for opening one of my presents, a rocking horse. "He can have it." I said to his dad. "You can have that so stop crying now. We can be friends and I'll share all my toys with you." Gareth listened to me and wiped his tears. He kept sniffing and blowing his nose until a huge snot bubble formed and it burst on his face. That was the first time he made me laugh so hard. I shook my head as I parked my car in the driveway. Stop thinking about him and just focus on the party. "Ivy darling." My mother greeted me, wearing her big gardening hat and loose plain brown clothes. Gardening in the early mornings was the only time she looked unfabulous, she used to tell my dad. "Hi. Mom. You're up early. How's
Christopher’s POV I could see him staring and smiling at her. What are they talking about? I'm going to kill him. This can't be happening. I wanted to shout for her, but my voice wouldn't come out, and running through the crowd was not an option either as my legs wouldn't dare move; I was paralized in a mixture of panic and rage. Our eyes met, and for a split second his lips formed a sinister smile exactly the way it did that night after he fucked her, and my mind became flooded with morbid thoughts. I imagined him naked kissing Ivy on the neck, taunting me. His hands all over my woman. Closing my eyes, I shook my head to get rid of the gut wrenching thoughts flooding my brain. That night didn’t happen! Stop this! Open your eyes and see that you’re just imagining it. I opened my eyes and cursed out loud when I saw the fucker touched her hand, kissing it before letting go. And as if the heavens were truly punishing me, a group of guests suddenly blocked my view of them. “Fuck my lif
Ivyrose's POV I heard my mother call out to me when I left her mid sentence. My parents didn't recognise him, but in my heart I knew it was him. He may have changed so much physically, but I could still tell from the way he looked at me while I was up on that stage. I saw longing in his eyes although when we were talking earlier it all disappeared as if he really was a different person. Maybe I'm going crazy. First I saw a teenage version of him and now a current one. I walked mindlessly as I thought about the possibilities that it could be Gareth and what would happen if ever it was him, when I found myself beneath the old oak tree. This place was our holy ground. It was our hiding spot when we were kids and we didn't want to eat our vegetables and Mrs. Lolita, my nanny, chased us around. She would always lose us when we got to mother's greenhouse and turned the corner, then climb up the old oak tree with its massive branches and so many leaves to cover us. I sat on one of th
Christopher’s POV “Hey, Rose.” I held her as she swayed to the music with her eyes closed. I took her hand and noticed all the dirt in her fingernails and on the hem of her gown. “Rose!” I said louder, thinking she might not have heard me through the loud music the band was playing. “Are you okay, babe? Where have you been?” I asked her, a knot formed in my gut as she continued to dance. Softly, I shook her shoulders and Ivyrose stopped dancing, and opened her eyes. “What happened? Why have you been crying and why are your hands so dirty?” Her eyes were red and her nose puffy. I sighed as I looked around us. Nobody was paying us any attention. “Come with me, Chris.” she said suddenly, pulling me through the crowd as fast as she could. “Rose, stop! Where are we going?” She made her way toward the greenhouse, her hand still pulling mine. “I wanna show you something special to me.” “Okay, but slow down. Are you okay? You want me to carry you?” I said when I realized she was barefoo
Ivyrose’s POVAfter having sex in my mother’s greenhouse, Christopher and I took the back stairs leading to the west side of the mansion where my room was. We took a shower together and once clean, Christopher made us transfer to the bubble bath in the tub. I got in and sat with my back to him. Christopher started lathering the bubbles on my breasts and I closed my eyes, surrendering to ecstasy. I rubbed his thighs, squeezing it from time to time as he continued to play with my breasts, his fingers circling my nipples. The hardness of his cock grew and pressed on my back. I felt myself getting so aroused again. “I want you to try something.” Christopher whispered, the warmth of his breath and the way his lips brushed my skin sent tingles down my spine. “What?”“Have you ever heard of letting fast running water hit your clit?”“Like the shower? Yeah. From magazines, but I don’t think that’s true though. Wait. Have you tried that with a girl?”“That’s a trick question and that’s not