Unravel (Club V 1)

He laughed and ran a finger down my cheek before cupping my face in his hands. “Samara, can I kiss you?”

I was surprised to hear him ask. Surprised that he didn’t just claim my mouth right then without me granting permission. Not that it was necessary. In that moment, as I gazed into his deep blue eyes, I knew that Neil Vance could have whatever he wanted from me, whenever he wanted it.

I nodded consent and he pressed his lips to mine, gently at first and then it turned into a probing, passionate kiss and left me breathless and aching all the way down to my core.

When he pulled away there was a grin on his face. “You’re delicious. And you know what else I know?”

I shook my head. It felt like this man could almost read my mind and I was afraid that he knew everything, all of it. That he could bend me over and take me there and then I would not complain.

“I know that you are horny as fuck, Samara. I can smell your wet pussy.”

My knees had never gone weak from dirty talk before, but they did then and I gripped his biceps to steady myself.

“Are you?”

I took a deep breath. It was my time to be bold.

“Why don’t you touch me and find out,” I whispered.

Slowly he felt down the curve of my hip and put his hand between us, dipping his finger into my panties to stroke my silken folds. I sighed and closed my eyes as he did this, enjoying the sensation of him being there. My mind thought back to the first night I saw him, when that waitress had been in his office and he had done the same to her.

Now Neil Vance, one of the co-owner’s of Club V was with me, his hands in my panties, and over the course of the next few hours he was going to be the one to take my virginity. I could hardly believe that any of it was real.

He removed his finger from between my pussy lips and brought it up to my mouth. “Taste yourself,” he commanded. I opened my mouth and sucked his finger in, tasting my slick wetness on his digit. I sucked it clean and when he took it out of my mouth he leaned into kiss me again, diving deep with his tongue to get a taste of me.

“Mmm,” he groaned when he pulled back.

“Taste me,” I said, my eyes fierce and demanding.

I didn’t have to suggest it twice. He had my panties down in a heartbeat and was on his knees, spreading my legs, kneeling to worship me. He flicked his tongue once and then twice against my clit and it sent a series of chills throughout my body. Then he leaned in to suck on it hard and insistent, sticking two of his fingers inside me. He thrust gently inside me and picked up the pace as I grabbed him by the hair and pressed him closer to me. I could feel myself losing control and the warmth of an intense orgasm building inside me.

“Please, please,” I begged him. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. I could tell he wouldn’t dream of it, not when I was that close. With a shudder I felt a small explosion inside me an

d a series of spasms of pleasure.

Neil leaned back and looked up at me. “You’re so beautiful and I can’t tell you how much I want you right now.”

“You could,” I said with a lazy giggle. My body was totally sated, but I knew I wanted more of him too. The question was whether or not he would let me have what I wanted. His dominance was clearly something that was very important to me and I didn’t really know how it worked. He liked to please me, I had first hand evidence of that, but could I have what I wanted when I wanted it? Was I even allowed to ask?

“Can I ask you some questions, Neil? About how all of this works?”

“Certainly,” he said as he scooped me up and placed me back on his bed. It was like a cloud and I sighed contentedly as I sank into the soft duvet.

“The collar, the dominance, what’s it all about?”

“Ah, the collar. Well, I wondered if you would pick up on the clue in it. If you’ll remember the first time we met, you saw Asia, who was wearing a collar similar to that one. I thought you might wonder if it was me.”

I smiled as I pulled back the duvet and crawled underneath, urging Neil to follow me. He stripped down to his boxer briefs and slid between the sheets, pulling me close to him.

“Is this okay with you?” He asked. I didn’t know why his asking was so surprising to me, but it made me glad that he wanted to check if things were fine with me before he proceeded.

“It feels nice,” I said as I snuggled into the smooth expanse of his muscular chest. “Tell me more about the collar and things.”

He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of my shampoo. “You should know that while I sent it to you, I don’t truly expect you to wear it. Wearing a collar is really a symbol of something and we’re definitely not there yet. If you are interested in a submission relationship with me when this is all said and done, then I would be happy for us to discuss that. But I want to get to know you a little better. And there are a few things we need to take care of first.”

I could feel his erection growing against my stomach and I reached up to trace the outline of his cock through the fabric of his underwear.