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She had to admit, she probably could have figured out how to dry herself off without his help. But the idea of having him towel her down, being that close to his muscular frame, was appealing. Particularly given the state in which Charles had left her. She felt like all her nerves were jangling. She just wanted a little something to calm herself. Just a little closeness with this beautiful man.

“Urm. I guess so Miss.” Mike genuinely seemed hesitant. “Don’t see where the harm would be in that. And it’d be tough for you to do it, all bound up like you are.” The word “bound” got kind of stuck in his throat, like he was realizing that YES she was a sex slave.

He took one of the big fluffy towels down from the rack. Really it was a bath sheet, must have been five feet by three feet. He wrapped her in it, took one corner and gently dried her hair, pushing it away from her face. Dried her face, using the towel to trace her high cheekbones, the curve of her brow, her eyelids (eyes perhaps a touch too close together, but a nice greenish hazel color), her long nose, her pointy chin. He dried all of it, and moved downward. He seemed to almost be in a trance now.

Mike used both hands to dry her shoulders, rubbing the towel over her trapezoidal and deltoid muscles. He was humming to himself. She’d always been muscular, athletic. But the trainers had really toned her over the last weeks and her muscles stood out under her natural curves. His hands moved over them, tenderly. Then he moved down even further. He seemed to hesitate at her breasts, but it was almost like he couldn’t help himself, he pushed the towel under and around each one, feeling the weight of them, the heft. He lifted through the towel and dried under her breasts.

Nikki moaned. It felt so good to have him touch her. Felt warm and safe and childlike. Like she was a baby, helpless and cared for. But sexual too. She felt her arousal, just below the surface. She spread her legs slightly, pushing her hips forward and wordlessly inviting him to touch her more.

“You are so sexy. So beautiful.” Mike sounded awestruck.

Nikki wasn’t used to being called beautiful. She wasn’t bad looking. Nobody had ever complained. But not beautiful either. She was tall, with olive skin, a full rounded figure. Large symmetrical breasts, a narrow waist, strong legs. Being a sex slave made her feel beautiful. She could feel her sexuality radiating out. Hot. Like lava. That was what Mike was reacting to. It made her smile.

“Thank you.” Nikki knew she should call Mike Sir, even a security guard. Somehow she couldn’t bring herself to do it. “You make me feel beautiful.”

Now Mike was drying her waist, her hips. He tugged on the towel to be able to dry her legs and it fell away from her. She stood before him naked as he dried her feet, her ankles, her knees, and her inner thighs. Now her soft moans were rhythmic, coming with each breath.

“Oh Mike!” Nikki was almost desperate. “Oh, please. Please undo my wrists. I’m dying to touch you.”

Mike hesitated.

“I won’t do anything bad. And you can do them back up before you leave. I just want to put my arms around you for a minute. Please?”

Mike turned her around with gentle pressure on her shoulders. Looked at her cuffs. Mike had been right, they were easy to unlink, as long as you weren’t wearing them. He had her unlinked in a matter of moments.

Nikki rotated her shoulders back, loosening the stiff muscles as she turned towards Mike. She slid her hands up and over his broad shoulders. Ohh. She had to take his shirt off. Had to see what was underneath. She moved her hands to the buttons and undid them one by one.

Mike groaned. “Oh. We shouldn’t.”

“Sure we should. It feels so good.” Nikki was whispering in his ear. She had removed his shirt entirely now. And her hands were now at his belt. Unfastening. Urgent. She had to feel what he felt like naked. Wanted it.

Nikki pushed Mike’s pants down over his hips. Knelt before him to take his shoes off so he could step free of the pants. He was wearing light weight work boots, the laces tight and hard to get off. She struggled. Couldn’t help but notice his erection right at her eye level when she went back up on her knees.

He was an Adonis. Light blond downy hair covering the muscles of his legs, a nest in his crotch. A perfectly formed six-pack of abs. A small spray of hair over his chest, nipples surprisingly dark given his pale complexion. She stood and took a step back just looking at him.

“Mike. You are perfect.” She looked at him with hunger.

He closed the distance between them, took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. It was electric. Hot liquid passion passing between them. She felt the jolt between her legs. Pushed her body into him. Felt their skin sliding together, the warmth of him against her clean smooth skin. Oh how she wanted him. She took him by the hand and pulled him to the living room. It didn’t matter where they did it, she just had to have him inside her.
Mike kept kissing Nikki even as she pulled him to the living room. His lips were hot and insistent, firm but soft at the same time. He opened her mouth with his tongue and probed. She felt him entering her, as if he were fucking her, the motion of his tongue thrusting into her mouth exactly what she was craving. And his flavor! Oh how he tasted good, fresh, sweet, vaguely minty. Delicious.

His hands were all over her. Kneading her flesh. Grabbing a handful of her ass, squeezing it, trailing up, caressing her breast. He wanted her now, she could feel it, smell it, taste it. It was like he was trying to drink her in, and remember every aspect of her. Come to think of it, he probably was. She smiled at the idea that this would be masturbation fodder for him for the rest of his life – a bound, trained, sex slave, eager for his cock.

Nikki took Mike’s hand and pulled him down to the carpet. She lay on her back, opened her legs, and pulled him toward her. She was eager for his cock. She wanted it. Wanted it deep inside her. Now.

Mike wanted to take his time. He might be young, but he had enough experience to know that rushing into intercourse isn’t the best way to go. He kissed her neck, his breath loud in her ears. He caressed her breasts, and moved his head down to take her nipple in his mouth. She moved her hands to his back, tracing the hard curves of his muscles with her fingertips. He moaned, the vibration of his breath traveling through her body.

Nikki spread her legs wider. Her hips were moving in space, thrusting, pushing into nothingness. She wanted him. Wanted the heat of him. Wanted him to spread her open, fill her. She could feel him hard against her leg, could feel the size and texture of his cock, could feel the slippery dampness of pre-cum oozing out. She wanted it. Wanted it. Wanted it.

She felt like she was losing touch with reality, the rest of the world fading out, all she was aware of was her open gaping cunt and this wonderful, beautiful, strong man. She could feel his hands pulling her legs up, pushing her knees up towards her shoulders, opening her even wider. And, finally, his cock was there. At the opening of her vagina. She could feel the head, swollen, pulsing with blood, warmer than her own skin.

Nikki held her breath. Feeling Mike easing forward. All of her thoughts and feelings concentrated in this moment, on this craving, this need. Then she felt it. Felt it pushing into her over the slick wet surface of her vagina. She was so wet, it was like he was gliding into her. The heat of him melting her, like a hot knife through butter. The relief of it, the wonder, this was it. This was what she wanted.

She felt her breath rushing back as her orgasm crested. It was as if the relief of having him inside her had set off an instant chemical reaction, her body tensing in anticipation and then relaxing in a wave of ecstasy, her vagina clenching and spasming around his cock. His cock a catalyst for this wonderful set of sensations.

Mike could feel her spasm, clenching around his cock. He had never experienced that before, never had a woman cum immediately when he entered her. It felt great, a direct shot of ego boost. He felt his manhood expand, felt the blood flow to his sex. He got harder and bigger inside her. He gave her a moment to recover and then slid through the even wetter heat, pushing deeper inside her.

Nikki moved her hips to meet his thrusts. He was pushing down on her thighs with his hands giving her something to push against as he used all his muscles to slam deeper into her. He thrust deep, and then pulled 2/3 of the way out, just moving an inch or so back and forth. Nikki could feel the ridge under the head of his cock rubbing against the walls of her vagina. She heard her own voice ringing out. Her cries getting louder, deeper, huskier, more animal. He was really driving her crazy.

“You like it? You like it like this?” Mike was grunting out the words.

Nikki couldn’t believe that he needed affirmation, she was so obviously into it! Ahh, the problems of youth. “Well,” she thought to herself, “this should build his confidence.”

“Oh, yes, Mike, yes, yes, yes. Give it to me, please, I love it.”

Mike pushed deeper into her again. He was working hard, sweating, his muscles bunched and straining, his face contracting. She could feel him building, and it made it her even more excited. She started to build with him, pushing up into him, feeling their sweat mingle.

It felt so good. Both of them absorbed into the feelings of it, the muscles working, the sensations building. His thighs were straining, his butt clenching. The sheen of sweat just made him more beautiful, his muscles glistening and standing out. She could see each one, distinct and powerful.

Nikki’s arousal was building, building and building. She wanted to wait for him, but even though he was intense, he wasn’t ready to go over yet. But she couldn’t help it, she felt like her head was going to explode. The sensations were so intense. She held her breath and let it crest. Her voice rang out.

But still Mike did not stop. He was thrusting into her. Pushing and grinding, his hips going in little circles now, pelvic bone grinding into her clit. She stayed aroused, intensely aroused, as he thrust more.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE????”

Neither of them had noticed it, but the door had clicked open. And now Charles Tilton was standing over them in the living room, his face beet red, and his eyes flashing. He was flaming, screaming, incensed, mad. Beyond mad. Furious. Steaming.