Unravel (Club V Book 1)

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by Gisele St. Claire


  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.

  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.

  “Are you scared?” He asked.

  I shook my head. “Not really. I’m looking forward to it. It’s exciting.”

  His hand was between my legs again and he flicked at my still sensitive clit. With his other hand he unhooked my bra and I pulled it off, giving him full access to my breasts.

  “These are incredible,” he growled as he moved in to take one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently and then harder, until he had them both erect and sticking straight out from my breasts.

  I was writhing underneath him and feeling somewhat neglectful that he wasn’t getting as much attention so I reached down into his underwear to touch him and explore the silky length of his cock. He was already oozing precum and I wished I could get to him to lick it from the tip, but I could tell he had other plans.

  “I want you, Samara. Now.”

  The intensity in his voice made me shudder and gasp. I spread my legs wider and let him move between them as he slid his boxer briefs off and tossed them aside. Then he quickly sheathed his cocked with a rubber.

  “You’re so wet. Samara, are you ready? I’ll go slowly for you…” he leaned in closely to whisper into my ear, “but only this time.”

  I nodded furiously, the need in me growing by the second. “Please, I want you Neil.”

  I felt the tip of his cock probing at my tight entrance. Slowly, gently, he began pushing himself inside me. He was bigger than I realized and I felt myself getting accustomed to his size as he stretched me with every inch he pushed in. When he was finally buried inside me he let out a sigh and paused there for a moment.

  “I hope this feels half as good to you as it does for me,” he said, and I pulled him down to kiss me as he slowly began to withdraw and then thrust into me again. It was exquisite, this feeling of being filled and possessed. I could see why he leaned toward the dominance—because right now he owned me. He was claiming me as his own. And forever we would have this night, when I let him be the one to take my virginity.

  His pace increased and I could tell by the look on his face that he was lost in the pleasure of it all. His eyes were half closed and his hips thrusted in and out of me, edging him closer to the moment of his climax.

  I could feel something building as well. It was different with him inside me, and he was touching places I had never been touched before, not by fingers or a vibrator. It was as if he had access to a part of me that no one else had ever been able to reach. And every time he thrust himself into me it was a little closer to what felt like it was going to be a very intense orgasm.

  With one final thrust punctuated by a groan, Neil let himself go and I felt him shudder inside me as I wrapped my legs around him and held him close, my own pleasure so overwhelming that I could do nothing but try to catch my breath.

  He had bought and paid for me, and I was no longer a virgin.

  Chapter 9

  How many more times had it been that night? I lost count after five. Neil had continued waking me up during the night, his hands roaming and exploring every inch of my body. I had never felt like this with anyone, ever. It was like he wanted to worship me and savor every second that we had together. I couldn’t blame him for that. He was paying a high price to have me keep him company for the span of a week.

  It felt natural waking up beside him the next morning, his arm casually thrown over the length of my body. He stroked the flesh of my hip as he woke and turned me over to face him.

  “Good morning, Samara.”

  “Good morning, Neil,” I said with a smile.

  “Would you like some breakfast? I’ll have Meredith whip up something for us if you like.”

  My stomach growled at the mention of breakfast.

  “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then.” He picked up his phone, opened an app, and made a few selections before putting his phone aside again. “That just lets her know that I’m awake and to expect me in the kitchen in about 20 minutes.”

  “Why are you going to wait 20 minutes?”

  “Because I have other plans,” Neil said and he quickly made his other plans clear as he started to devour my body once again.

  **

  Breakfast was delicious, both that day and the next. Everything that Meredith cooked was exceptional and it seemed like less of a ridiculous expense to keep a cook and housekeeper on hand when she could put together meals like the ones I had been served.

  On the second morning in the penthouse, after the first day was spent getting to know each other a little better and becoming accustomed to having the other person around, Neil said he had a surprise for me.

  “What is it?” I asked as he led me down the hall.

  “Remember how I said I had another bedroom?”

  I nodded, wondering what kind of trap I might be walking into. It had been nonstop sex for the past 48 hours or so and I was starting to feel a little worn out.

  “We’re not…”

  We stopped outside the bedroom door and he pulled me close for a kiss. “We’re not doing anything you don’t want to do.”

  “But if you’re the one in charge, you’re the one telling me what to do, then how does it have anything to do with what I want?”

  He grinned. “Think about it for a moment. Have I ever done anything you didn’t want to do? Have I ever done anything with you that didn’t bring you some form of pleasure?”

  Neil was right, even though I hated to admit it. It was like he had unlocked the door to some secret part of me and set loose all of the secret desires I had. And somehow he had a good idea of what a lot of them were.

  He opened the door and turned on the light. It was dim mood lighting, but I was still able to make out most of what filled the room. In the four corners there were different apparatuses. The things I recognized were a bondage bed and a bondage bench. All along the walls were different types of whips. In one co
rner there was a display of some very expertly tied rope. I had seen this sort of thing before and I wondered if Neil did the tying himself or if someone else did it. It had to be him. There was no way this guy was going to submit to anyone.

  “Are you scared?” Neil asked. This was starting to seem like it was his favorite question.

  “No.” I said, completely honest about my feelings. “Some of this looks like it could be a lot of fun.”

  “I want you to take your clothes off. Now.”

  I gave him a sideways glance. “What if I don’t want to?”

  He inched ever closer to me and lowered his voice. “When have I ever told you to do something that didn’t give you pleasure? Take off your clothes. I won’t tell you again.”

  Rather than put up a fight, I stripped down to nothing and found the simple idea of standing here in this room with him, surrounded by all of his favorite toys, one of the most titillating experiences of my life. My nipples turned into small pebbles and I could feel my pussy contract in response.

  “Kneel on the ground,” he commanded.

  I did as he said and he moved to the other side of the room where I couldn’t see him. When he returned he had several feet of red rope for tying. He began with my arms, binding them in front of me wrapping the rope around and around itself. I had seen a performance like this before, but never dreamed that it would feel like this with the silkiness of the rope rubbing against my skin. More than that, it was the attitude and skill that Neil had about the act of tying me up.

  My breathing became heavier as he wound the robe around me in an elaborate design. I lost all track of time, trying to focus on what he was doing, but getting lost in the movement of it, the way it felt as the rope began to tighten around my body.

  Finally, when he was done, I was on the floor and completely bound, my heavy breasts jutting out in front of me obscenely. My nipples were painfully hard and I wanted to ask Neil to suck them, but I knew he would say no.

 

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