"I'm gonna go get you a towel," Alex said softly to me, before giving me a quick kiss and walking away. Ari already presented me with a glass of water, which I carefully sipped with both hands, as I was shaking and exhausted from being brutalized by so many men. When Alex returned with a damp cloth, I expected him to just hand it to me, but he carefully wiped my face off until it was clear of cum. He even passed over my pussy, just once, as I'd already dripped out most of it onto him and my legs. The boys passed in and out of the living area to clean themselves off and grab snacks or drinks like this was a proper orgy and not an impromptu gang rape--well, impromptu to ME, they all seemed to know what was going to go down on some level. "We're gonna go take a quick shower, Matt," Alex called out to his friend, who just gave a thumbs up from the couch in his daze. He led me by my wrist to a very nice bathroom with white stone tiling, and started up a shower for us. "You doing okay, baby?" He inquired, sounding like he actually cared.
"Um... yeah, I guess..." I responded, too dumbed by all the fucking to really think much.
"I don't want to see Chris kiss you like that again," he muttered in frustration, "they can use you like that if I let them, but that kiss... I don't know. That was too far. You're still mine." He looked at me with such sincerity in his eyes.
I looked back like he was a lunatic, "You know, I still have a fiance, right? Of two years?" I responded, and stepped into the shower.
"Sure, but for as long as I'm here, you have an owner, too," he stepped into the shower behind me, and grabbed my waist, "and then when I'm not here, maybe I'll want to take you with me." I rolled my eyes and scrubbed myself down, Matt's fragranced soap building luscious bubbles on my body. "I'm serious, baby, I want you and I'll do what it takes to have you. You should leave him and stay with me," he argued, like he was saying something romantic.
"You have to be joking, Alex. Do you really think I'm going to leave the man I plan to marry, for a guy who raped me, kidnapped me, and pimped me out to FOUR of his friends? All within 24 hours of meeting me?"
He smiled proudly at that like it was an accomplishment, "I mean, I sure don't see you running right now," he boasted in a way that actually shut me up. I had no answer to it because... he kind of made a good point?
I finished rinsing myself off and stepped out, grabbing a plush white towel from Matt's nicely stocked shelves. My reflection in the large, backlit mirror was a different woman than it was just a day before, just one shower ago. As I toweled myself off, I thought, maybe Alex is right, despite being clearly insane--broken clocks. Everything just changed in me, I experienced several things I never thought I even wanted to--how could I just go back to my fiance, to my job, to my life after this? It wasn't my choice, but I... didn't really regret it. All this thinking left a pit in my stomach, and I had some big decisions to make--but for the most part, I already knew what my choice was.
After some time socializing at the gang rape after party, Alex and I headed out in another black car. "Can you drop me at my apartment before you go?" I asked him casually, as if any of this was normal.
"We can stop at your apartment, y'know, grab some things, but I want you with me tonight," he compromised. I sighed, pressed my thumb and middle finger to my temples, and shut my eyes. "Listen, I promise I'll let you go back tomorrow morning, I just..."
"Fine. That's fine," I cut him off, frustrated with the ridiculous situation I ended up in. When the car stopped in front of my building, I ran out and Alex followed behind me. "What are you doing? Just wait in the car for me," I said in the same frustrated tone, and he reached out to grab my wrist.
"How will I know you'll come back? Don't worry about it, I won't do anything," he protested and I knew I had little choice in the matter, anyways. I rushed ahead of him with my head lowered, trying not to be seen with a strange man by any neighbors, and unlocked my door. "Huh, your place is cute. I like it," he said, taking in the cozy place around him while I threw my coat on the beaten-up couch and rushed into my bedroom. He followed behind me like he was monitoring me closely and stood over me while I bent down, haphazardly throwing garments from my dresser into a tote bag. "What, nothing nice? Surely you have, I don't know, something short, see-through, like what you wore to the show. Maybe strappy, lacy..." he joked as he pulled out some drawers above me.
"Oh, what, the ensemble you got me from the sex shop wasn't slutty enough?" I snapped back, turning to look up at him.
"Well of course that's the perfect amount of slutty, I just like you like that," he laughed back, and gently ran his fingers through my hair.
In actuality, I snuck some of my own cheap, unworn lingerie into the bag, but if you asked me why, I wouldn't have been able to tell you. I zipped the bag and stood up, "Okay, Alex, let's get out of here," I said, turning away and about to leave the bedroom, when he grabbed my wrist like he loved to do.
"Why the rush? Your boyfriend won't be back here for a while, right?" He spun me and tossed me on my bed, slowly crawling on top of me and straddling my hips.
"No, I just- the car-" I responded incredulously, before he put his hand over my mouth and smiled. With his other hand, he undid his pants and fished his half-erection out, plopping it on top of my exposed midriff. He removed his hand from my mouth and grabbed my left hand, then placed it on his shaft.
"You look so pretty like that, holding it," he said affectionately, possibly evoking the first smile out of me he had since... since committing several violent crimes against me, I guess. I turned my head, trying to avoid eye contact, and he swiftly pulled out his phone and took a picture of me, just like that, in one smooth motion. I ripped my hand away and tried to push him off of me, disgusted by his little creep shot hobby.
"Okay that's enough, get the fuck off of me!" I shouted at him, and he pinned my wrists down with ease--his signature move, I guess. "You're a real piece of shit, Alex, you know that?" I seethed through tears and gritted teeth, struggling under his grip.
Without hesitation, he moved one hand and slapped me hard across my face, then leaned in so painfully close, hovering right above me, "You don't talk to me like that, bitch," he commanded with that darkness in his eyes. I grunted and cringed, deliberately not responding to such a nasty order. While I squirmed beneath him, he raised his eyebrows and lifted his glasses, "Now, what do you say to that?" he asked, now more tame--but the evil in his eyes still looked down at me.
"Fine!" I burst out, still fuming, and he pulled a small pocket knife out of his pants, unfolding it and pressing the tip just under my jaw; immediately, I felt his cock swell against my stomach and truthfully, a warmth grew from fear between my own legs too. He raised his eyebrows expectantly, and I snapped, "Yes, Daddy," scowling and looking up at him for approval.
He stroked my cheek and smiled before he stood up and fixed himself, offering his hand to me. I took it, and he pulled me into a tight, intimate kiss, parting our lips only for a second to speak, "Good girl," he whispered, smirking devilishly.
I rushed us both out and finally felt able to breathe once we hit the street. I saw my reflection in the car door, half-pink from his hand, and slunk down in the seat, defeated. He leaned over with his phone and showed me the picture he just snuck of me, "You really do look so gorgeous in this," he whispered with an audible smile. My ring was on my hand, on his cock, on the bed I shared with someone for years. This man... this monster? He had already done wildly fucked up things to me, and now he defiled something that felt off-limits. It's not like I have no part in it, I mean how could I end up so trapped by a stranger, seriously contemplating destroying the most basic facets of my life, without my own involvement? I looked down at my hand and the ring on it--a marquise-cut pink diamond, just under a carat, with two tiny pear-cut white sapphire side stones, in a platinum setting. God, it was so close, but every aspect of it was just... not quite right, not fully realized. I leaned against the car window, slipped the ring off, and chucked it in my bag unceremoniously. Alex pushed his fingers through his hair, it falling sloppily on both sides of his face, and gave me a diabolical serving of side eye--the kind of look that burns your skin. I could tell he felt something about me taking off my ring for the first time, and I could not give a fuck what it was.
We arrived back at his hotel and ran quickly to the elevator--some buzz had begun to pick up about where he was staying, and I needed to ruin my life on my own terms. I couldn't let some chronically online fan leak my business, not that they could find me if they wanted to. I kept a very incognito presence in the world--shit, I even got paid under the table. I wasn't on the run exactly, at worst slightly paranoid, but if I needed to run I could do it in a heartbeat and I found some comfort in that. I entered the hotel room in silence with him and plopped myself on the couch, putting on some trash TV -- think Secret Lives of Mormon Wives or something like that. After the day I'd had? It was barely 6PM at that point, I needed to numb out for a bit. Alex followed suit and sunk down next to me, pulling me in to lay on his chest. Without a word, he kissed my head, and I dozed off quickly in his arms.
I woke up to the chatter of the TV and a small, cold puddle of drool I left on his chest. "Hey, I have to run to the pharmacy and grab some stuff to stay over, but I'll be right back, okay?" I whispered to him with sleep still in my voice.
"No, no, let me come with you," he argued, but I couldn't let that happen; I had to think of something quickly.
"I'll come right back, I promise. You have all of those pictures of me for... leverage, okay? Consider it insurance," I pleaded with him while I threw on a hoodie--his hoodie--and my favorite sunglasses.
"Okay, alright, I'll find somewhere for us to go out tonight then," he receded, and I thanked god I got away with that.
In my "celebrity in public" costume, I speed walked directly to the pharmacy counter, with a travel toothbrush in hand--I thought about bringing my electric one from home earlier, but that would seem... far too planned. I lifted my sunglasses out of courtesy, "Hi, um, may I please get a Plan B, and the O Pill? Uh- yeah, just that and this toothbrush..." I ordered with the pharmacy tech sheepishly, and they rang me up like it was the thousandth time someone got the McSlut combo meal that day. I rushed out of the store and ripped open the emergency contraceptive package, forcing the pill down my throat dry and chucking the ripped box in the nearest street trash can. I did the same for my first dose of birth control, and shoved the inconspicuous blister pack into my pocket. I had a feeling that, if Alex was more than happy to kidnap me for the first date, he probably would be happy to baby trap me in order to keep me, so I had to stay low key about this. I arrived back at the hotel room, no more than ten minutes after I left, and slipped the pill pack into a small inside pocket of my bag.
"Good news, babe! My manager was able to get us a table at La Clase tonight in half an hour, can you be ready by then?" Alex wasn't from here, but surely he must have known that La Clase had been actually impossible to get into for the past two years or so since it opened. It was a newer star spotting epicenter in the West Village, not that there's a shortage of those.
"Oh wow," I responded with a furrowed brow, "yeah, of course I can be ready by then," I was sincerely shocked by the pull this guy had, I didn't know he was that kind of famous.
