Bunny watched him impatiently undo his trousers. He broke the kiss. She knew what he wanted. His words from downstairs rang in her mind now. She did not want this.
If she had sex with this stranger she was essentially betraying Baxter. Baxter didn't deserve that.
"Hey! M-My towel! I-" She could see herself in the mirror along with him.
He was a few inches taller than her. He wanted her. She could see that in his eyes as well. He grabbed a hand full of her hair and pulled it. Her head tilted back, giving him access to her soft neck and lips.
"I'll give it back to you. If you look me in my eyes and tell me you want me." He told her, looking in her eyes with a smirk on his lips.
Bunny felt overly vulnerable. This was her life now. She was his hostage and had to do what he said. She started shivering from the cold.
He looked down at her wet body. "Time's a wastin'. You could be dry by now. What's it gonna be? Three simple words."
She was annoyed at this game he was playing with her. She tried to cover her breasts. He laughed loudly at her paltry attempt. She shivered more. Now her teeth were chattering.
"Oh, for God's sake! Say it!"
"No!" She finally said, wrapping her arms around herself.
"You don't want me? Is that it?" He yelled.
She jumped at his booming voice.
"Say it!"
She looked surprised. "I-I don't want yo-"
She couldn't finish. The stranger pinned her body up against the bathroom sink. Her naked, wet body exposed to him. His expression was anger, but his eyes said something else. She felt his free hand gently slide down her body until he reached her womanhood.
He found her treasure and applied pressure and began stroking in slow circular motions. Bunny's breath got caught in her throat. He seemed so rough but his touch was...gentle. She felt her body ready to climax when suddenly he pulled away. She opened her eyes, not realizing that she had let the pleasure of his touch overtake her and she had closed them. She was embarrassed now.
"Told you, whore. You want me."
He gave her a look of disgust, then let her go and exited out of the bathroom.
Bunny was left dazed, frightened, and confused. What was that? She wondered to herself. A wave if shame washed over her. Had she just betrayed Baxter? Had she almost betrayed herself? She wondered.
He had almost made her orgasm and she didn't even know his first name! He had been right. Only a whore would do something like that, she silently berated herself. She noticed she was holding on tightly to the bathroom sink countertop. She let go.
She looked down and noticed her towel was on the marble floor. She bent down, picked up her towel and dried herself off quickly. After that intense encounter with the stranger she didn't notice if she was cold. She saw a white terry cloth robe hanging on a chrome hook on the back of the glass door. She reached for it and put it on, wrapping it around her naked frame and securing the belt.
She didn't know what she was supposed to do. Would anyone care about what the down on her luck heiress being forced to stay with a sexy, rich man? The answer was 'No.' No one would care and most would think it was what she deserved after her father had been so sinister to everyone in and out of business. She picked her clothing up off of the floor and exited through the bathroom door.
Not expecting to see him in the bedroom, Bunny jumped when she did see him and a much larger, muscular man standing beside him watching her walk out of the bathroom. She instantly became nervous. Bunny immediately thought the worst. Would she have to sleep with both of these men tonight? She hoped not. She said a silent prayer. Her legs were a little wobbly from what just happened between them moments ago.
Bunny stood there in silence, waiting for him to speak to her. He had watched her exit the foggy bathroom and was now looking her up and down like he wanted to do something to her. He didn't. He stayed where he was and spoke to her then.
"This is Riles." He introduced the large man, who refused to smile. "Riles will be standing outside of those doors at all times." He pointed to the large mahogany double doors of his bedroom. "If you try to escape Riles, here has my permission to do as he pleases with you."
She swallowed hard at his admission.
"If you need anything let him know. If you need to see me for any reason tonight let him know. Goodnight, Bunny."
They both exited the room, leaving her in the large room all alone wondering if she really had known Baxter after all.
***********
The next day Bunny awoke to someone knocking loudly on the large doors. She sat up in the bed almost forgetting where she was until it all flooded back to her. The double doors opened. Their was a maid entering into the Suite. She wheeled in a cart filled with breakfast food. It reminded Bunny of her old life. Their maid Judy would bring her breakfast in bed almost every day.
Her father insisted they share at least two meals a week together. She had missed that when she had went off to school. The stranger's maid smiled warmly at her and greeted her, which put Bunny at ease.
"Good morning, Miss. Mr. Ginasta has requested that your breakfast be brought up to you. We didn't know what you like so we had Chef make one of everything."
"Mr. Ginasta?" Bunny repeated the name, not having a clue who that was.
"The man you arrived with last night, Miss. This is his home."
Him. The handsome, dark stranger. More of last night flooded her mind like a bad storm. The party. Weak ass Baxter. The bathroom. Bunny had wanted this to be a dream very badly, but alas it wasn't.
She really was trapped at some stranger's house. Baxter had gotten her into this. She had been slightly tipsy last night. It was all fuzzy until his goon had molested her. She remembered hating every second of that.
The maid gently sat the breakfast tray atop Bunny's lap.
Bunny sat quietly. She was still groggy and confused.
The maid was still standing there. Bunny looked at her. She spoke, "We have laundered your clothes. They are folded and ready for you. After breakfast, Mr. Ginasta would like you to meet him in the lobby."
"Alright. Thank you." Was all she could say.
The maid smiled, then exited the room. Bunny devoured the fresh fruit and yogurt cup. She had been starving. She couldn't recall when she had eaten breakfast. When she was done she located her clothing, and slipped back into her party dress and pumps. She left the master bedroom and was greeted with another one of his goons.
"Mr. Ginasta is waiting for you. Follow me." He informed her.
She walked behind him. They walked down a corridor that opened up into a large staircase. She followed the goon down the staircase into the lobby. There she saw him pacing and yelling at someone on the phone. When he saw her out of the corner of her eye, he hung up the phone and looked at her.
"Much better." Rome complimented her.
Bunny said nothing. She wasn't doing this for his approval. He had forced her into whatever sick game this was. No matter how rich and handsome he was to her, Bunny had to keep reminding herself that he was a bad guy. She was still being held against her will, more or less.
Bunny had questioned her dealings with Baxter, now she was kicking herself. This made no sense. She wondered what her mother would think. Why? Was her number one question. She was so out of it lately it wouldn't matter. She would probably encourage Bunny to stay with him. She wondered if her mother had ever been put in this kind of situation with her father. The thought of him manipulating her mom sickened her.
Twenty minutes later, the car pulled up to the Claza hotel. The hotel Valet immediately opened the door to the elegant Hotel Lobby Once they got out of the luxury vehicle the Valet warmly greeted them as they walked to the glass doors, that automatically opened for them.
"What are we doing here?" She asked him, just above a whisper. She was feeling anxious about not knowing the finer details of their errands today.
"Relax. We are meeting someone here for lunch. So keep your legs and your mouth shut."
The hotel was buzzing with traffic. Bellboys, patrons and the noon day flow all made the hustle and bustle of this glitzy hotel the hotspot epicenter. They walked into the Lobby, past the front desk and straight to the hotel bar, which was a large, all glass room minimally decorated with a touch of elite sophistication. It had been over a year since the last time she had been to the Claza. A hostess smiled, greeted them and seated them at a table close to a window...