I woke up groggy and sweaty to the sun shining onto the pristine king size bed. The events of the night before played through my head like a highlight reel and I checked my surroundings for any evidence of my captor. "Alex?" I asked to nothing, my voice hoarse from screaming. I tried the door--still locked. The clock on the nightstand read 11:34AM, shit, my fiance must have been freaking out not hearing from me, and I still didn't have my phone to call for help. I decided to go through Alex's belongings to try and get some leverage in the situation, and honestly, to keep myself entertained. Unfortunately, there was nothing too juicy; some cologne that cost several hundred dollars, prescription medications (the boring kind), and some high end streetwear. I finally got to something interesting, what looked to be a stash of niche sex paraphernalia, when I heard the door to the suite open. I quickly hid the evidence of my snooping, and got back into bed. Alex walked into the bedroom, and I looked up to see him holding two unmarked bags. He smiled at me, "Good morning sunshine," he said condescendingly, while he placed a bag on the bed. "I know your clothes last night took a bit of a beating, so I went out and got you something to wear. Put it on, I'm taking you to lunch."
I nodded and brought the bag into the en-suite bathroom, as though that privacy would do anything for me. I pulled out two shreds of fabric from the bag and held them up to inspect--what the fuck? These weren't clothes, they would make a stripper blush. I tried on the tank top, it was white, sheer, skin tight and cropped right below my nipples. The skirt was pink, skin-tight, and maybe six inches long in total. I turned around and looked at my reflection -- my ass cheeks were only covered half way. I stepped out of the bathroom to Alex sitting on the bed patiently with a ridiculous grin on his face. "You can't be serious, right? I can't wear this, Alex," I said with anger, incredulity.
"What are you talking about, babe? I think you look great," he replied with a laugh.
"I don't even have underwear on, my pussy is completely exposed!"
He stood up and grabbed me by my waist, making me squirm. "I have something for that, don't you worry," he said in his sinister tone while he spun me around and pinned me on the bed, face down. He straddled my thighs, grabbed something from the other bag he brought back, and lifted my skirt.
"What are you doing?!" I yelled to him, just before feeling his strong hands spread my ass cheeks aggressively. He prodded my tight ass hole and hummed with pleasure, then spit on it crudely. He didn't say a word to me before he rubbed his "lube" in and started forcing something cold into me. "Alex, stop! What is that?" I shouted and shuddered as I felt it settle snugly inside me.
"Relax, it's just a little accessory for your outfit. Real modest," he said, standing up and giving my ass a hard slap.
I reached my hand down to investigate -- it was a fucking bejeweled butt plug! If I leaned over 45 degrees in that skirt, the whole world would see it. I stood up and glared at him, as he laughed and handed me a light brown shoe box. I opened it and stared in surprise at the brand new pair of white Louboutin platform stilettos before me. "Do you like them?" He asked me, beaming. I had wanted a pair like this forever, and my rapist just gifted me thousand dollar shoes like it's nothing.
"Actually? Yeah, these are beautiful..." I replied, clearly softened by the gesture. He leaned down and slipped them on me like I was a doll and had me stand up, now towering over him. He took my hand and led me to the door, I didn't even protest anymore, I just stewed in my humiliation.
As we walked to the restaurant, I got stares from everyone we passed. It was only a few blocks away, but I got cat called at least five times and groped twice. He kept his hand on my lower back like my handler and smirked at the attention I got. "See? It's not too bad." He whispered to me, and i rolled my eyes.
"We have a reservation for two at noon," he said to the young hostess who gawked at me, like she had never seen anyone so naked before. She led us to our table and we sat down across from each other. Alex was not the kind of famous where he would be chased down the street. You'd know his most popular songs if you heard them, but his recognition was limited to his cult following, so I was hopeful that we could lay as low as possible given the circumstances. Other patrons stared, naturally, but what could I have done, except try my best to avoid any slips.
He ordered for me and we ate through a snarky conversation. "You know, now that my tour is over, I'm gonna be staying in the city for a few months..." he trailed off, with heavy implications.
"Good for you, it's a great place," I responded, sipping my bellini and ignoring his subtext. He paid our tab in hundred dollar bills and pulled my chair out for me, taking my hand to lead me back out to the street. We walked back to the hotel with his hand on my ass and he finally returned my phone, keys, and wallet to me.
"I have to get to a business meeting in a second, but let me call you a car home. What's your address?" I stupidly told him, and he ordered a ride service for me that was already almost outside the building.
Before I left, he grabbed my hips close to him and kissed me forcefully, pinning my tongue down with his own. "Here's my number, call me when you're home," he instructed while slipping a card into my hand.
"Sure," I answered before nearly bolting out of the hotel. I checked my phone in the car and furrowed my brow when I didn't see 200 missed calls from my fiance. Thankfully, he was at work, so I could stay home and hide my shame in peace without any questions about my new look. I opened our text thread and saw one sent from my phone, at 1:47AM the night before.
"Hey babe the trains home are super delayed so I'm staying over at Malia's tonight. Love you 🥰"
