Alone

Nikki woke just once in the night. It must have been 3 am, the room was pitch black. She had the strange sensation of not knowing where she was. She felt the wonderful luxuriousness of the bed, felt arms around her, felt her nakedness, felt the slippery softness of silk pajamas next to her, but it took her a moment to put it all back together. She was with Charles Tilton at the Four Seasons. He had taken her to dinner, probed her consciousness, looked at her motivations and her desires. Then he had brought her back to the room, pleasured her, tested her, and fucked her. Oh, how he had fucked her. It all came rushing back. She shifted in the bed, pushing herself closer to this man.

Charles was old, yes. Much older than anybody she had ever even thought about before, let alone fucked. But she felt so close to him. Felt that what they had shared in the last few hours had been more intimate, more intense, more connected than anything she had experienced before in her life, with the possible exception of her relationship with Mark. But what could compare to that? Mark would always be her trainer, her first, her most special, dominator.

Charles Tilton was special. She understood now why everybody spoke about him in such reverent tones. He had a power about him, a command, that was natural and oh so strong. He was a born Master, he took control of any situation. And he had reached down into Nikki and touched a special place. She was amazed. Nikki settled back into his arms, closed her eyes again, and let herself experience the warmth of his embrace, let herself drift off, feeling enveloped, cared for, contained, and desired. Wonderful.

When Nikki woke again, sunlight was pouring into the room. Charles was up and moving around, she heard him before she even opened her eyes. She stretched and sighed, her arms and legs gliding over the linens that must have been 1000 thread count, cotton so soft it felt like silk.

“My sleeping beauty awakens.” Charles approached the bed, and sat next to her. He was fully dressed, shaven, hair still wet from the shower. His silk tie was from Hermes, his suit impeccable. He looked wonderful. Powerful, manly, businesslike. She thought of his face when he was about to ejaculate, and smiled.

“Ahh, and she’s happy to see me, too. Lovely.” Charles smiled back at her, reaching out a hand and stroking her hair away from her face.

Nikki moaned softly at his touch. Her body responding immediately, even though she was still partially awake.

“Yes, that’s right. Feel me. Feel me reach for you.” Charles voice was soft, as caressing as his hand. He was now rubbing down her shoulder, pushing the covers down off her, exposing her breasts. Her nipples hardened in the cool air.

“Lovely.” Charles bent down and took her left nipple in his mouth. The heat of it! Warm, wet mouth, tongue firm and slightly rough. Nikki felt the jolt, arousal flowing from her nipple down to her vagina. She felt a surge of moisture and groaned.

Charles moved over to the right nipple, now taking the left firmly between his thumb and forefinger. Rolling it, pulling it, twisting it slightly. Nikki moved her hips, pushing up into the covers in a most unsatisfying way. Wanting. Wanting his hand, his leg, his knee, his cock, anything to push into. Moaning with each breath now, feeling his mouth on one breast his hand on the other. Wanting. Wanting. Wanting.

Charles pulled away.

“I have to go to my meeting.” His voice was firm. “But I love leaving you this way. Hot. Desiring. Wanting.” He paused. “Feel it, experience it. Know that it is for me, give it to me, your desire.” He reached over and patted her on the head. Peering into her face, seeing her frustration, her desire for sexual fulfillment at war with her desire to obey.

“Good girl. I like very much what you are going through right now. You are being so beautifully submissive. I appreciate your gifts.” He cupped her breasts with both hands, warm, firm, commanding.

“I’m going to attach your cuffs behind your back. Sit up, my dear.” Charles stood.

Nikki pulled herself together enough to swing her legs over the side of the bed. Charles reached over and captured her hands in his. Bending forward, he reached around behind her and hooked the two cuffs together the way Mark had shown her they could be connected. Easy enough for anybody else to unhook, but impossible for the wearer. She Could feel her arms held behind her, her shoulders extended, stretching her back and holding her up straighter.

“I’ve ordered some breakfast. I put straws in the drinks so you can drink them with no hands. You’ll figure out most of the food, I think.” Charles laughed softly. “I’m sure you’re clever with no hands.”

“I also have alerted Tony, the head of security, and let him know that you are here alone. Even if you decided to venture out with no clothes and your hands bound, you wouldn’t get far. They monitor the hallways. But I know you don’t want to run, now do you, my girl?”

“No Sir.” Nikki realized that these were the first words she had spoken all morning. Her voice felt kind of scratchy, unfamiliar.

“Good girl.” Charles reached back over to Nikki. Stroked her hair. Let his hand trail down her body. She felt the warmth of it spread through her. She felt herself undulate.

“Breathe into it. I’m not going to satisfy you. I want you to feel that. I’m going to leave you this way… so you’ll be ready for me when I get back.” Charles took her face in his hands and kissed her tenderly, softly, but deeply. She moaned into it, wanting it, wanting more.

He let go of her, picked up his briefcase, and she heard the door click behind him. She was alone.

Wow. Alone.

She hadn’t been alone for weeks and weeks. She sat on the edge of the bed feeling it. Listening to the silence. Relaxing into it. Realizing that nobody was watching. What an amazing feeling of freedom. Nobody was going to say “sit up straighter” or “be neater” – she was like a child the first time they are left alone at home. She felt like she should be lip syncing “Old Time Rock & Roll” in her underwear, except she was naked with her hands bound behind her back.

Nikki got up, slightly tentatively, testing what it was like to walk with her arms bound behind her, still feeling slightly out of it because of the arousal, her nipples tingling, her skin feeling tight, her cunt feeling moist and open.

The sun was streaming through the window, warming the carpet, but the air was nice and cool in the bedroom. Nikki wandered out into the living room. Sure enough there was a breakfast cart by the desk, with a basket of pastries, a dish of mixed berries, a bowl of oatmeal, and various drinks – fresh squeezed orange juice, ice water, and cappuccino, all of which with straws (the cappuccino had a little stirrer in it, that would work as a straw). It was going to be challenging to eat.

Nikki took a sip of water, but kept walking, checking out the whole suite. She went into the bathroom. It was gorgeous. All gleaming marble and stainless steel. There was a huge tub, with Jacuzzi jets. Mmmm. Looked so enticing. There were even little bottles of expensive bubble bath. But could she manage it with her hands behind her back? Nikki went over and checked it out some more. Actually it looked like she could do it, the faucet was at the right height. It might be a bit difficult to get in and out, but it was all about using her core, and she’d been training hard to build core strength over the last two months.

“Hmmmm.” She thought. “Definitely a hot bubble bath after breakfast.”

The breakfast was a bit absurd. Nikki was glad nobody was watching. She didn’t have too much trouble with the oatmeal or the berries, but the pastries! Nudging them with her nose and trying to tear off bits with her teeth. She gave up after a couple of bites. She still enjoyed herself thoroughly. The oatmeal rich with cream and brown sugar, the berries fresh and so tasty. What a joy to have real food. Food that was prepared for flavor, not just nutritional value.

After she had finished all she could, she headed back into the bathroom. With some maneuvering she managed to get the drain closed, the water turned on, and the bubble bath poured… and not too much of it either. Excellent.

She got into the tub before it was too full and settled back, her arms slightly uncomfortable pinned behind her, but the joy of hot water making up for it. She used her feet to adjust the faucets and relaxed. Mmmm. She felt the water washing away all the tension of the last days. She had done well with the date, that much she was sure of. Charles liked her. Liked her a lot. Even just wanting her to stay was a great sign. She knew Mark would be proud and pleased, and that was a great feeling.

Nikki moved her legs in the hot soapy water, feeling it flow over her, flow into her. She felt it lifting off the grime of her game of fetch, rinsing away Charles salvia, his cum, her vaginal juices. She felt joyfully, wonderously, clean. Ahhh.

Some minutes later the water started to cool. Nikki used her toes to flip the lever and open the drain to let it all flow out. She thought that it would be easier to get out of the tub with no water in it, than when it was full. She waited for all the water to drain. Sat up and tried to turn over to get onto her knees. The bottom of the tub was slippery and she slid back onto her back. Uh oh. Nikki sat back up. “Patience,” she told herself. “Just take it slow. You can do this.”

Nikki rotated slightly to her right and tried to get her right knee up under her. Again she slid. She tried to the left. Same thing. She felt like a trained seal doing one of those shows where they get out of the tank on their bellies to get fish from the trainer. She tried again. Too slippery. Now she was panting. Maybe if she rinsed off the soap from the bottom of the tub. She turned the water back on. Let it fill halfway up and then drained it back out. At least now she didn’t have soap suds on her. But she still couldn’t get up. Aargh! Was Charles going to come back and find her like this?

Just when she was ready to start crying, she heard a noise at the door. A key in the lock, the door opening.

“Miss? Are you ok? Is everything ok?”

It was a man’s voice. Nikki was immediately frightened. Why was there a man coming into Charles’ room? What was this about?

“Miss? This is Mike Townly, from security. Tony asked me to come check on you. Is everything ok?”

Relief flooded through Nikki. Charles had mentioned that he had told Tony she was there alone. She knew that all the security guys were aware of her status. She might have been embarrassed, but now she was so happy that somebody was going to be able to help her out of this damn tub, she didn’t feel any embarrassment at all.

“Oh, Mike, I’m in the bathroom.” She called out. “I’m in a bit of a jam. Can’t get out of the tub. Can you come help me?”

“Yes Miss. Be right there.”

Nikki could hear Mike approaching. She was so glad! The door opened wider. Nikki couldn’t see him for a moment, the door was in the way, but he could see her reflected in the mirror over the sinks.

“Oh, Miss. Oh.” Mike was stammering. “I don’t want to intrude. Oh. Miss. Oh. You are naked. Oh. Miss. I’m sorry. Oh.”

“Mike.” Nikki’s voice was soothing. “It’s ok. Take a deep breath. I need your help.” She paused. “We both know that I am here as Mr. Tilton’s guest. And I think we both know that I am a sex slave. Right?”

“Um, yes, Miss, oh. Yes. Urm. Tony mentioned something to me.”

Now Nikki could see Mike. His face was bright red. Cute actually. He had one of those pale complexions, Scandinavian, where any blush looked ten times stronger.

“Well, then. Let’s get over that. And you can come over here and help me out of this tub. I can’t seem to get up with my hands bound behind me like this.” Nikki was matter-of-fact, hoping that by acting ‘normal’ she could get Mike over his discomfort and make sure he helped her.

“Yes Miss.” Mike came over towards Nikki. He was avoiding looking at her, and still blushing furiously. But she got a good look at him. He was gorgeous. Probably 25. Very muscular. This was a man who took care of himself, worked out, lifted weights. He was wearing a summer-weight security uniform, with a short sleeved shirt and twill pants, fitted to his body. She could see the muscles of his forearms standing out, the veins blue and standing out from the muscles. She noticed the breadth of his shoulders, the strength of his thighs, his narrow waist. Quite impressive.

“I didn’t have any problem getting into the tub, just can’t seem to get back out.” Nikki tried to sound at least a little apologetic. “I’m so glad you got here when you did!”

“We’ll have you out of there in a jiffy.” Mike seemed to be getting over his discomfort. Going into professional rescue mode.

He reached over and took her by the shoulders. His hands were warm, big, comforting. He gave her a little bit of a boost, just enough to get her to standing. Then he supported her by her wet elbow and she put one foot over the edge of the tub onto the bathroom floor.

“Thank you so much!” Nikki was effusive. “I never thought I’d be so glad to be standing in the bathroom, but here I am.” She laughed. “I thought I was going to be in there all day.”

“Now,” she added. “Could you help dry me off?”