The Start Of Their Night

Fifteen minutes later, he pulled up in front of a large, fancy building that obviously housed the city’s elite. I eyed him nervously as I tried to swallow down my nervousness. A valet approached his door with a huge smile on his face, and I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped from me or the trembling of my bottom lip. The white rabbit turned toward me as he held up a finger, silently telling the valet to wait.

“Little Bunny, are you alright?” he asked softly.

I shook my head as my heart threatened to beat out of my chest, causing me to grow dizzy. I blindly reached for the door handle, struggling to suck in enough air to survive. When it was suddenly pulled open, I almost tumbled out, only avoiding hitting the ground by his strong arms wrapping around me. I wrapped my hand around his forearm, clinging to it as I gasped for air. He shifted so that he was sitting on the ground with me in his lap. His hand came up to smooth my hair back while he murmured softly to me, trying to ease my panic.

“Shh, Little Bunny. It’s okay. Just breathe. I have you. You’re okay,” he whispered.

When I was finally able to calm down a few minutes later, I lowered my head in embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”

His hand moved over my hair again. “It’s okay, Little Bunny. Come on, I’ll take you home.”

My head snapped up as his words registered. “Wh-what?”

“I’m going to take you home,” he repeated as he stood up, easily lifting me as he did so.

I remained silent as he gently deposited me back in the passenger seat, buckling my seatbelt around me before shutting my door and walking back around the car to the driver’s side.

“What’s your address?” he asked softly.

“You can take me to 711 West Road,” I told him almost silently.

I shifted so that I was looking out of the window, sniffling quietly as he drove across town. I knew that he was taking me home because I had a panic attack, but I still couldn’t help but feel rejected. It was like Carl all over again, except worse, because the white rabbit didn’t know me. Only 30 minutes in my presence, and he was already ready to run away. No wonder Carl cheated on me. I wasn’t like Lauren. I wasn’t sure of myself or confident in who I was. I thought I was ready to move on, but obviously I wasn’t. When I tried to discreetly wipe a tear off my face, Mr. White Rabbit turned into a parking lot.

“Little bunny?” he called softly.

I stiffened a little as I lowered my head. “Yes?”

“What are you thinking about?” he asked softly.

“Nothing,” I told him, hating the way my voice trembled.

He reached across the car to take my hand. “Do you want to talk about why you had a panic attack?”

I remained silent as I tried to work through my emotions.

“I’ve never done anything like this,” I admitted. “And I needed it more than you know, but I messed it up. I’m sorry I ruined your party. Have a good night.”

I reached for the door handle, immediately opening it so I could get out. I took note of where I was before shifting my path toward my apartment. I barely made it to the sidewalk when someone fell into step next to me, startling me. I took a step to the side, pressing my hand against my heart as I looked up at the white rabbit.

“You scared me!” I blurted.

“I’m sorry. Look, if you want to continue with our night, I’m more than happy to oblige, but I don’t want you to panic again. So if you think you can do it, we can try again,” he told me softly.

I hesitated for a moment before nodding. “If you promise to be patient with me.”

He nodded as he held his hand out to me. “I promise.” When I went to take his hand, he closed it. “Look at me, Little Bunny.” He waited until I met his eyes. “Don’t take my hand unless you’re sure that you want to go home with me. We could also go back to your place. Or if you would be more comfortable, I can get us a hotel room. Either location is fine with me. But just keep in mind this isn’t about being together long term. It’s one night of sex. That’s all. It’s about being free in a stranger’s arms and not worrying about life for a few hours.”

I swallowed hard as he slowly opened his hand again, finger by finger. He waited patiently for me to decide, not pressuring me to take his hand in any way as I looked to my right to the path that would take me home. I wanted to run home and hide under my covers. At least I could tell Lauren that I tried, but it just didn’t work. I could tell myself that I made progress and it was a good step, even though I knew that would be a lie. I took a deep breath before taking his hand.

“Take me back to your place.”

“Okay, Little Bunny.”

He led me back to his car, which he had parked a few feet away from where we were. He drove us back to the intimidating building, putting the car in park before turning toward me.

“Do you still want to go upstairs?” he asked.

“Yes.”

I opened the door so I could get out before I changed my mind. I waited on the sidewalk for him to give his car keys to the valet before he approached me.

“Are you ready?”

I drew in a deep breath as I nodded. “Yes.”

“Come on.”

He took me inside to the elevator, sliding a card through the slot to call the elevator. After we stepped into the car, I turned toward him, nervously shifting my weight.

“How do we start?” I asked anxiously.

He chuckled as he raised an eyebrow at me. “However you want to. I will take your lead for the moment, Little Bunny.”

I glanced at the numbers above the doors, watching as the dial slowly went up.

“How far up are we going?”

“All the way to the top,” he answered.

“Oh.” I shifted my weight nervously. “So, I just do something to initiate, and then we have sex?”

“Yeah. That’s how this goes,” he responded, his lips twitching a little as if he was trying to avoid smiling.

I hesitated before moving in front of him. When I put my hands on his shoulders, he stiffened slightly but didn’t pull away. I stood up on my tiptoes so I could press my lips timidly against his. I licked at his lips nervously, pulling back when he didn’t open his mouth.

“I—was that the wrong thing to do?” I asked, feeling my face heat up.

“I don’t kiss women. It’s intimate,” he told me.

“Oh,” I said, recoiling away from him more. “I’m sorry. I’m not very good at this.”

He studied my face for a moment before grabbing my chin and planting his lips against mine. I swayed against him as my hands flew up to his shoulders, gripping them tightly. When I softly moaned into his mouth, he grunted before picking me up to press me back against the wall of the elevator, our kiss immediately turning more wild. His tongue entered my mouth, caressing mine. I wrapped my arm around his neck as I tangled my tongue with his, loving the way he seemed to be as into me as I was into him. Feeling emboldened by his passion for me, I slid my hands under his suit jacket, tugging at his shirt so I could slide my hands under it, lightly scratching my nails over his skin. He lifted me higher, and I instinctually wrapped my legs around his waist.

The bell dinged, alerting us to the arrival at his floor. When I went to lower my legs from his waist, he put his hands under my thighs, keeping them in place as he carried me out of the elevator and into his kitchen, where he placed me on the counter. He reached for the belt on my trench coat, pausing when my breath hitched.

“Little Bunny?” he murmured softly. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” I whispered.

He pulled out a condom, quickly putting it on before pulling my bodysuit to the side to slide into me, making my head fall back as he throbbed inside of me.

“Look at me,” he ordered gruffly.

I lifted my head up, meeting his eyes as he pulled his hips back before thrusting back into me a few times. I wanted to look away. I wanted to bury my face into something to hide how embarrassed I was. Carl had never held my gaze when he fucked me, which led to me not knowing how to feel now. He leaned forward to kiss me softly before reaching up to my mask. I grabbed his wrist, stopping him from removing it as panic set in again.

“No! Leave it on!” I cried.

He narrowed his eyes on me as his thrusts stopped. “Fine. Have it your way.”

He picked me up, causing me to cry out as I wrapped myself around him to keep myself from falling. After depositing me on the bed, he grabbed my ankle to roll me over before pulling my hips back, making me have to push up with my hands.

“If I can’t see your face, then I’d rather look at the back of your head.”