Out Foxed by Fox novel Chapter 3

Oh god... Ella's head whirled with Fox's choice - which was no choice at all. Have sex with him or have sex with Ander.

"Toy. I mean, Ander," she said, using Fox's new name for Ander and then realizing what she'd done.

"Ella no!" Ander yelled, straining against Fox's hand on his hair, the men who were holding him on his knees. "You don't have to do this!" He glared up at the man whose fingers were entangled in his hair. "Let her go."

"You're getting repetitive. Boring," Fox said, his green eyes glinting in a way that belied his words and he reached into his pocket, ignoring Ella's sudden yells to leave Ander alone, that she'd made her choice. Pulling out an object, he popped it into Ander's mouth and then wrapped the straps around his head. A gag.

Panting from the fear that had coursed through her, Ella almost dropped to her knees. Just because Fox was known for letting people go unharmed, that didn't mean that he wouldn't start now. One of the most common things his former victims had stressed was how unpredictable he was.

"So, Pet," Fox said, dropping Ander's head now that the younger man was hushed, and walking back towards Ella. "You'd rather fuck Toy than me? He doesn't seem very willing. I certainly am."

His hand reached down to grope his cock through his pants and Ella gasped as she saw the sizable bulge there.

"No," she whispered. This time she did fall to her knees, nearly making the man holding the ropes behind her stumble. "Ander..." her voice grew in strength as she looked across the short distance between them. "Ander, you have to fuck me. Please."

Fox sighed. "I suppose I should feel insulted... but after all, it's not like we know each other, yet, so I'll let it slide this time, Pet." His voice became crueler as he spoke and he reached out and tweaked her nipple before caressing her head, the way he might pet a dog. Then he snapped his fingers at the man behind her. "Release her ropes. I'm going to let you beg Toy, Pet. And if he doesn't agree to fuck you in the next two minutes... then I will."

The restraints around her wrists were cut, as was the hobble around her legs. She forced herself to her feet, stumbling over the few steps it took to get to Ander. Ignoring the men behind him, ignoring the chuckling and the snide remarks she could hear around her, she reached out and took his face in her hands.

"Ander please, you have to do this... he's going to rape me, you know he will. He's not bluffing. Just nod your head, nod your head and say you'll fuck me."

God, what had she come to... this morning she was incensed that her boyfriend and Ander's girlfriend had cheated on them. Now she was having to beg Ander to fuck her. And he was looking at her with the most tormented expression on his face, his eyes begging her to do something - anything - than ask him to do this.

"It's not rape, Ander, I'm choosing you," she pleaded. Except that they both know that given a real choice, she wouldn't be having sex with anyone. Her voice dropped down to a husky whisper again. "Please... Ander... you have to save me."

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Ander wanted to scream with frustration. Didn't Ella see it? By giving in, by playing this sick game, they were already losing to Fox. And at the same time... he didn't doubt that Fox meant every word he said. If Ander didn't have sex with Ella, he would rape her.

But what was to stop him from doing so anyway, afterward?