Unravel (Club V 1)

I could feel my body responding, moving in time to his touch, my pussy beginning to ache.

He cupped my head with his right hand and tilted my face to the left so that he could kiss me. It was a deep passionate kiss, and it made my whole body tingle with pleasure. Yes, I was going to fuck him for all I was worth.

I smiled then, when I felt his thick, warm cock press itself between my thighs. I lifted my left leg, allowing him to push his cock down in between my wet folds, moving easily amidst the wetness he found there.

Without waiting, Neil pushed into me, his girth filling me entirely. I shuddered and moaned out my pleasure. He felt amazing. I knew it was a cliché, but he just seemed to 'fit' me.

Shuddering with pleasure at the sudden sensation, I pushed back into him, craving more. He responded in kind, beginning to push into me and then withdraw … slowly.

It was maddening, but every time I tried to push against him to increase my stimulation, he'd place his hand on my hip, stilling me, stilling himself too.

I whimpered each time he did this, needing him so much.

This went on for some time until finally he slid his right hand down to rest on my pussy. Deftly, he located my clit, and then began to knead it with his thumb and forefinger, using my own labia against me to stimulate me further.

I began to gasp, my breath coming in short heaves as I tried to retain some degree of control over my body.

It was useless, I realized. He simply knew exactly what to do, knew what I needed; knew how to take me to the ragged edge of my orgasm and then leave me at that edge, pausing to let me calm herself, only to resume again without warning so that I was surprised by my own pleasure each time.

Jesus Christ!

My mind raced, trying to stay ahead of the delirious sensations of his finger drifting over my skin. My pussy throbbed as he continued moving in and out of me, the fullness of his cock filling me and then receding with maddening slowness.

He was making love to me, I realized, taking his time to pace himself and immerse me in my own pleasure. I shuddered as he pushed into me again, gradually filling me completely with his thick cock.

I was

so wet, and yet our embrace remained utterly silent. Not like the dirty, noisy sex I’d expected. No, he was utterly silent, just the sound of his breathing in my ear. The warmth and the touch of it against my ear and my neck added to the overall stimulation of his fingers, one of which was caressing my full right breast, while his left hand kept its firm friction on my aching clit.

In … and out again…and then in slowly…lingering, just for a moment while my clit throbbed and pulsed beneath his touch…and then pulling out, his cock filling me even as it withdrew…until I was devoid of him, feeling empty from his absence…yet gasping from the pleasure that was flooding through me from my breasts … and then mewling out in joy as that marvelous cock pressed again into me, one long, slow, smooth motion … his shape melding into mine … the contours of his cock seeming to fit naturally against the sensitive pleasurable spots within me.

My god it felt like heaven and I completely abandoned myself to the pleasure.

I could feel the wave coming, knew that my body was building and surging towards an orgasm.

It felt wicked, sinful, to let this man take my body the way that he had for the last several days.

But now, in this bed, covered in the sweat of my own passion, the smell of my own sex thick in my nostrils as my pussy grasped again and again at this magnificent cock that filled me, I didn't care.

I only wanted to be fucked. To drown myself in that sensation of being filled by that pulsing cock; to feel my body move in time against Neil regardless of whatever shreds of willpower I had left.

Determined to gain some small measure of control, I ground my rear into his groin – and smiled as he moved in time against me, his thick cock pressing into me, parting the shivering lips of my sopping pussy.

I smiled to myself in the darkness, suddenly happy beyond words, savoring the moment. And finally, in the darkness, I surrendered all resistance, and let go.

It had been at least an hour, an hour of his hands on my body, playing my most sensitive areas like an instrument. An hour of his thick cock within me, driving me onward to pleasure.

I could feel his cock throb suddenly and then spasm, pulsing with life and pleasure as he let go. And then, just as he came, my body bucked and writhed against his as I exploded into an orgasm. Stars errupted in front of my eyes in the darkness as I let out a long, loud shuddering cry.

At last I collapsed in his arms, my breasts heaving in time with my hurried gasps. Neil nuzzled into me, holding me tight; I felt loved and secure and glorified as a woman all at the same time.

**

It was only the beginning. Leather, feathers, whips, gags…I felt like he tried it all on me, and strangely—at least strangely to my mind in those moments—I loved every bit of it. I loved it when he blindfolded me and teased every area of my body. I was frustrated, but ultimately pleased the most whenever he left me tied to the bed for a few hours after he had edged me closer and closer to orgasm several times, but never let me have release. When he finally came back to me that time, hours later, I was still begging him to fuck me. And this time he did, harder and deeper than he had before. It was the most intense orgasm I had experienced, but he wouldn’t let me stop there. No, he wasn’t done and he commanded me to keep coming until he was ready. I didn’t know it was possible, for my body to be wracked so hard with pleasure, but he showed it to me again and again as the days went on. Just when I thought I had experienced the ultimate, he brought me to a new height. And I wondered how on earth I would ever leave this man. He had brought so much to me and taught me so much in so little time. I knew then that, eventually, I would wear the collar. I was his Samara.

Chapter 10

Saturday came around all too soon. After a week of fun together, it was coming to an end. Neil had decided to come into the bathroom and watch me bathe after we made love for several hours that morning, waking long before sunrise and ending up on the floor, in front of the massive windows in his bedroom, early morning sunlight streaming down on our naked bodies.