Unravel (Club V 1)

“You’re very beautiful, Samara. Do you realize how beautiful you are? That half of those men in the club see you walk by and want you? All the more because you are unattainable. They would give anything for you to be one of the ladies working the floor.”

My lips had parted involuntarily and I was breathing a little heavier now. I was shocked at the effect Neil Vance was having on me, but not displeased. He had been so cocky, so demanding, but now in his presence I ached for something more from him.

As if reading my mind he leaned in and inhaled the scent of my perfume in the hollow of my neck. I quivered in anticipation, waiting for him to kiss or touch me in some way, but instead his lips hovered near my ear for a few silent, excruciating seconds.

Finally, he whispered: “I’m going to make you beg for it.”

His hot breath sent a jolt down my spine and then he was on his feet again. “Follow me, dinner is waiting for us.”

Neil led me over to the dining area of his penthouse, a corner completely surrounded by windows. The table was huge, big enough to seat 16 people easily, but tonight it was set for two at the very end. A cook brought out our plates and served us a light meal of salmon with herbed butter, fingerling potatoes, and thin green beans. Neil poured us more champagne and by the end of dinner and the second glass I was feeling the effect of the alcohol.

Our conversation was polite, not probing much into each other’s personal lives. I think we must have both been unsure about what we were going to get into that night and I certainly had no idea what was in store for me.

“I know it seems a little early for bed, but we’ve got a lot to cover this week.”

The statement took me off guard and created a lot of new questions in my mind.

“Come with me,” he said, reaching out a hand.

I reached for him tentatively and let him lead me to his bedroom. It was nicely decorated and mostly in white. “We’ll be here tonight, but other nights I may take you to another room. It seems important that this happens here, tonight.”

I nodded, starting to understand what he was saying. This was the place it was going to happen. The place where he was going to rid me of my virginity and hopefully show me a little fun along the way. I had no doubt that the man was capable.

One entire wall of his bedroom was lined with windows. I looked at it warily and he noticed.

“Don’t worry, I can control whether or not anyone can see inside here. So, whenever you feel like having an audience, you just let me know. But until then we’ll keep this to ourselves.”

“Thank you,” I said with a smile. For the first time I saw something almost sweet in his face, but that glimmer disappeared almost as quickly as it had appeared.

“Take off your dress. I want to see you.”

I could see how this was going to work. He told me what to do. It made sense now, the dog collar. I reached around and unhooked the clasp at the top of the dress and drew the zipper down all the way until I could shrug out of the dress and let it fall to the floor.

I knew what I looked like, standing there in the bra and panties he had sent to me the day before. I knew that the sheer fabric of the lingerie hid absolutely nothing. I could feel my nipples harden under his gaze and as they puckered, feel them sticking out hard against the delicate lace.

“You’re delicious, Samara. Thank you for wearing the lingerie. I’ve been dreaming of you in it for a while now. You’ll be treated well for obeying my commands.”

He moved over to a nightstand and pulled a stick with a feather tip out and brought it over to me. “How sensitive are you?” He asked as he lightly touched the feather to the skin of my arm and ran it all the way up to my shoulder.

“Very,” I gasped. It was almost a tickle that I felt, but not quite. My breath was catching in tiny gasps and I could feel a shiver growing deep inside me. I wasn’t cold, but I couldn’t keep still.

He ran the tip of the feather back and forth across my breasts, drawing them into even harder peaks.

“You do like that,” Neil said in what was almost a growl. “Now turn around, I want to see your ass.”

I turned when I was told and he bent me over the bed. Expecting the feather again, I was surprised when he grabbed a handful of my ass and squeezed hard, bending over to whisper in my ear.

“You are mine tonight. Remember that. Remember that everything I do is for both of us. You are going to share in something with me that you have never known before.”

Before I could even wonder what he meant, he drew his hand back and smacked me sharply on my right buttock, then immediately began rubbing it gently.

“I’ll follow up every hard touch with a soft one, this much I promise you. You’ll never feel any pain that isn’t immediately followed by exquisite pleasure, but you are mine to use this week. And by the time we are done, you will be begging for me. You will do as I tell you, when I tell you, or you will be punished.”

I didn’t know what any of this really meant, but I had some idea. I was breathing heavily, thinking about the BDSM crowd that sometimes hung out around Club V. What would happen next? Whips? Would he tie me up?

He pulled me back up into a standing position. “There’s something we’ve never done,” he growled into my ear.

“There are lot of things we’ve never done,” I responded without thinking.