“You’re going to stay there for a while and I’m going to look at you, my beautiful Samara.”
A few minutes had passed when he stood next to me, placing an unseen object out of sight on the nearby nightstand. Neil ran his large hands down the length of me. I shivered with delight as his fingers drifted in tandem down across my breasts and my back, and then rose again, ever so gently to caress the length of me.
I could smell him, a heady mix of sex … and musk.
One finger came to rest on my clit, as the other came to rest between my ass. Deftly, he slid his left hand down towards my asshole, pressing in suggestively as it went, until it came to rest on my now wet slit. This produced a deep laugh of amusement. "I see someone is happy." His voice was deep and sexy.
"Mmmm…" I gasped.
Neil’s finger moved back and forth slightly, running the length of my slit, even as his other hand kneaded my clitoris. I shuddered beneath his touch, praying it would never stop.
This was something more, a deeper connection, a guilty delight of giving complete control to this man.
His fingers moved faster against my swollen clit.
I moved my hips to try and produce some friction against Neil’s hand. His eyes were trained on me, when suddenly he pinched my clit hard. Jolts of pleasure and pain shot through my body, pulling out a rasping moan as I bucked from the sensation.
"You are a naughty little girl, aren't you?"
I could only nod in response.
Neil knelt down before my spread thighs. He looked up at me with a wicked grin that splayed across his face, "Ready for a little test?"
"Yes." I licked my lips, nervous now. What sort of test could this be? I was finding it hard to concentrate; I wanted Neil to touch me, to run his tongue across my wet slit, until I exploded with release.
Reaching up onto the bed beside me, Neil produced a large dildo, shaped to look like a man's penis. It had to be at least nine inches in length, and was quite thick. "I see you're already nice and wet, so we won’t worry about any lubrication. Your test is to keep this in until I take it out. "
I'd never done something like this before. "What happens if I can't?"
"If you fail I will use the flogger – and not in a fun way." The amusement was gone from his eyes, replaced by a deadly seriousness.
I closed my eyes, nodding my approval to the challenge. How could I do otherwise?
Then, all at once, I could feel the head of the pseudo-cock pressing into me. My pussy was tight, and the sensation of this thick head pushing into me was intense, a heady combination of pleasure and pain as my walls stretched to accommodate.
Suddenly, just when I thought I'd tear in half, my body yielded, and the dildo plunged in, filling me. I'd felt so full, every inch of my pussy could feel the pseudo-skin of the shaft, replete with veins and ridges and bumps.
Frankly, it felt amazing.
Neil watched me intently, a small smile on his face. Clearly he understood exactly what I was feeling right now.
"Are you ready for your test?"
Ready for my test? What else could there be?
Seeing the puzzlement, Neil laughed, rocking back on his heels to climb off the bed. He leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips, "Such an innocent. I’m going to have so much fun with you."
And then he was gone, striding to an table that held various gadgets. He began to look for something else. Out came a small remote and a long leather flogger.
My eyes widened in surprise; no, he couldn't really …
Buried within me, the pseudo-cock began to pulse and vibrate.
The effect was instantaneous. Wetness flooded me as the vibrations hit every part of my pussy at once. Within seconds I was aching with need, so thoroughly aroused that it was hard to concentrate. My nipples were rock hard, eager to be suckled or tweaked or… anything, just something to provide a counterpoint to the wonders spreading outward from the dildo.
"This is the test," Neil smiled. “And to make it really hard, you're not going to be able to cum with the setting I've chosen."
"No!"
"Oh yes.”
I writhed against the bed, my body on fire from the pulses within.
It became clear, however, that the vibrations from the dildo were too gentle to let me climax.
My eyes were trained on Neil now watching his every move as my body twitched as the vibrator pulsed within me. He walked to the door and turned to me, “I’ll be back in a bit.”
It felt like hours had gone by and my pussy ached from the strain of the dildo when I felt the buzzing finally stop. I was left in the room with only a halo that came from the small lighting in the corner. It didn’t take long for sleep to take over. I was utterly spent and didn’t care that I smelled of sex and still had the dildo inside of me.
**
Neil came to me in the darkest hours of the night, sliding into the bed beside me where I lay sleeping, exhausted from the previous activities. The dildo had been removed and my bounds were now gone leaving my body aching.
His fingers moved in slow circles, to the bottom of my breasts, and then began to move south, in those same phantom patterns until I could feel the faintest trace atop my pussy.
I felt my nipples grow hard.
I opened my eyes, but couldn't see anything. No light came in from under the door, and the light had been turned off.
His fingers danced across my nipples, causing them to suddenly ache from the pleasure pain that the dildo had caused earlier. My body thrilled to his touch, wetness flooding me suddenly.
I realized that I was incredibly turned on by him, by the situation I now found myself in. A virgin only a few days ago and now I was lying in the dark with this man pressed against me, who was clearly going to fuck me until he was satisfied. It was exactly what I wanted, I realized.
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.
He sat by the tubs edge and watched me as I finished cleaning up. “All done,” I chimed cheerfully.
Neil held out a towel for me and helped me out of the massive tub. He wrapped the big fluffy towel around my body and began drying me off. It was a kind of treatment I still wasn’t used to, but knew that I could learn to love very quickly. It was so much fun to have someone showing me this kind of attention almost 24 hours each day. But I still had some questions in my mind. I knew he felt very strongly about me, but was this the kind of relationship that he wanted to make exclusive? We hadn’t talked about it and if I was going to be true to my feelings, I thought it was a little early to commit to too much. I was open to hearing what Neil wanted out of this, but I was also fine with keeping my options open. Just because we had slept together didn’t mean that I needed to give everything up and jump right into a relationship with this guy.
We were both quiet as he dried me off. Then as I was standing there naked, he turned me around to face him and planted a kiss on my lips.
“Last day. How do you feel about it?”
I looked around the opulent bathroom. “You’ve gotten me used to a standard of living I won’t be able to sustain outside of this palace of a penthouse you live in.”
Neil laughed. “I’ll see if I can talk to your manager about a raise.”
I looked at him cautiously. “You wouldn’t, would you?”
“If you wanted me to, I could. Definitely.”
I shook my head slowly and firmly. “I don’t want anything that has happened here between you and I to have an effect on the way things are for me at work. It would be too much for me to deal with. I might not have known who you were to start with, but I am sure there are plenty of other people I work with who know exactly who you are. Having them know that we had any kind of association…it would…”
“It would make things difficult for you. I understand.” Neil reached for my clean clothes and handed them over to let me get dressed.
Once I had some clothing on I turned to face him again.
“What do you expect once you get back to normal life?”
I thought for a moment. What did I expect?
“I think I’ll be focusing on my brother and my parents for the foreseeable future. You?”
Neil was quiet as he looked in the mirror. “I think I need to spend more time with my parents. We’re close, but life has a way of…getting in the way I guess. They’ve always been such great role models for me and I would like to be around them more, soak up some of their wisdom. Figure out how they managed to find their soulmates so young and stay married for 40 years.”
“Forty years? Wow. I thought my parents had been together for a while. I guess compared to most people they have, but yours…”
Neil nodded. “It’s really something. I know that the line of work I have chosen and the sorts of recreation I enjoy may not make this easy to believe, but I’ve always wanted that.” He turned to look at me then. “To get married and have kids, have a real family of my own. I know I’m not ancient by any means, but I’m 31 and it seems like it’s time to start getting serious about all of this.”
I nodded in agreement, still not quite sure what to say about that. “I guess we’ll both have some family obligations to get back to.”
Neil tilted his head uncertainly. “Mine is more about spending time, yours…well, you’ve got some real obligations in front of you. Josh will need you now more than ever.”
I’m not sure if I would have noticed exactly what he said if he had left the long, lingering pause there at the end of his statement.
“I never told you my brother’s name was Josh. Did Elle tell you? Someone else at the club?”
He could have found his way out right then, but instead he shook his head and said the last thing I expected to hear.
“Samara, I know Josh. In fact, I’ve known your brother for some time now.”
Chapter 11
“How do you know Josh?�
� I asked, completely baffled as to what connection Neil Vance, owner of Club V, could have with my brother.
“Come on, let’s go to the roof. Meredith will bring up breakfast. I’ll tell you all about it.”
Neil grabbed a blanket and we went upstairs to the roof terrace and sat on one of his outdoor sofas. The morning was bright, but it was chilly and the blanket had been a great idea.
I curled up close to him and rested my head on his shoulder. “So, tell me.”
He took a deep breath as he stroked my hair gently. “I don’t want you to get freaked out about it when I tell you the whole reason I first met your brother. See, after that first night that I met you, I couldn’t get you out of my head. Sure, I could have shown up at the club to see you, talk to you, maybe ask you out, but I had a really good idea that you would turn me down if I did that.”
I laughed. “Your instincts were right there.”
“So give me a little credit as far as that is concerned. I looked into who you were, where you were from, your background and all of that, but the thing that caught my eye was that you had a younger brother who went to the school where my brother coaches.”
I sat straight up. “Your brother…is Coach Vance?” I had heard Josh talk about the guy several times and he had been one of the people who came to see Josh most often in the hospital over the past couple of weeks. “I had no idea, I mean, I never would have made the connection there.”
Neil shrugged. “Of course not, there was no need to. Anyway, it just so happens that I sometimes go down to Jersey to help my brother out with practices. There have been a few times that he’s had to miss practice because of some kind of family thing with his kids and I’ve filled in for him when he’s needed me. So actually I had met your younger brother before I ever met you, I just didn’t realize it until later.”
I couldn’t stop staring at him now. “What a strange world it can turn out to be sometimes, the fact that you had already met my brother when we were working in a setting where we could have run into each other at any time.”
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