Sealing the deal

You don't need any time to think, you can already feel the answer inside you as his heels press down on your back. You want to work for Frank. You want to give your body over to him, let him use it however he wants. Shivering at the memory of how he mentally and physically dominated you just now, a deeper realization floats up from your subconscious. You want to give him even more than your body. You want to belong to him completely.

But how can you prove yourself worthy of a man like him?

It begins with giving him what he asked for. An answer. "I want to work for you, sir." Your voice is small, reflecting how you feel curled up at his feet, but you shock yourself with how clear and confident it is. You really do want this.

Frank responds by shifting in his chair, taking his feet off your back and planting them wide on either side of you. "Get up on your knees, facing me."

That shiver you felt before when receiving a command from him is a little stronger, a little sweeter, now that you've admitted how much you want it. You obediently rise up from your position on the floor, shifting so you're facing Frank as you kneel nude between his spread legs, your hands folded meekly on your thighs.

Frank gives you a little nod. "Good start. Now, names. You will call me Frank; none of this Mr. Morelli shit. And you will address me as sir when I'm telling you what to do. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir." The words come out all on their own. It feels right to say them.

Another little nod. "And what do I call you? Your manager said your name is... RC? Is that right?"

A moment's hesitation. Do you give him your birth name? No, he asked what to call you. You go by RC, that name has always felt more like you than the name your father gave you. And you're the one who wants to work for Frank. "Yes, sir, that's right. Call me RC."

"OK, RC. If you're going to work for me, it's going to be under my conditions. There's not going to be any contracts, nothing on paper. Where I come from, words on paper don't mean shit. Words spoken mean everything, and actions mean even more than that. You want to work for me, you're going to say it, and then do it. I'm going to trust you to keep your word, and you're going to trust me to take care of you. Understood?"

You feel like you should be anxious right now. Spoken word agreements? What are you getting yourself into? But there isn't a shred of anxiety in you. Frank's deep, calm, commanding voice leads you to your answer. "Yes, sir, I understand."

"Good. Your first job is to hold still." He moves his hands to his crotch and slowly unzips the fly of his jeans. Your eyes are locked onto the opening as he reaches inside and pulls out his semi-stiff cock. He holds it in one hand for a moment, letting you stare, and he starts stroking. His other hand pulls his balls from inside his pants and lets them hang heavy between his legs. Your eyes dart between them and his length, slowly growing bigger and stiffer and utterly irresistible. It's thick, the well-defined head half out of the foreskin, and you can feel its heat on your face. Your mouth waters, and every ounce of your willpower is spent holding still. You want to take that magnificent cock in your mouth more than you want to breathe.

It's almost like Frank can read your mind.

"Very good, RC. Your next job is to let me do the moving." Before the warmth of his praising words can settle in, his strong hands are locked onto either side of your head. "Open your mouth." In the time it takes you to obey, he's already pulled your face into his lap, his cock entering past your accepting lips, over your welcoming tongue, forcing its way into your tight throat.

Just like he told you, Frank puts your body to work. He's rough, relentless, pushing and pulling your head along his length in a strong steady rhythm. He doesn't give you a chance to be afraid. Even though this is your first time taking a dick completely in your throat, even though your airway is totally blocked on each downstroke, there isn't even a spark of fear inside you. His strong hands holding the side of your head make you feel safe. The heat and taste of his cock are intoxicating, filling your heart with gratitude that you can serve it. The forceful treatment is creating a clarity inside you, forming all the shattered bits of your sense of self, all the confused and conflicting ideas of who you are, into a new sense of purpose. You allow these feelings to focus you on your task, taking brief breaths through your nose on the outstrokes, relaxing your throat to ease his passage, slightly shifting your body to give him a better angle into you. The whole time, your eyes are up, focused on him, on Frank, on this man you're giving yourself to, and the satisfaction you see in his face makes your heart swell.

Frank subtly tightens his grip on your head. "Alright, now listen carefully. Do not swallow your spit. Let it out." On the next outstroke, he pulls your head all the way off his cock, and you carefully follow his direction. Your mouth hangs open, the spit built up from your brief skullfucking spilling from your lips over his length. He lets you take a few deep breaths to recover. "Very good. Not many girls can take me like that, and even fewer are composed enough to take direction after." His heavy hand strokes your hair, filling you with warmth and making your pussy pulse with heat. "Now lick my nuts and stroke my cock."

You spread your legs wider underneath you so you sink down, your mouth coming even with his balls and your tongue extending to taste them. You worship his heavy sack, licking and sucking and kissing, one hand wrapping around his length and stroking up and down, marveling at his length, his thickness, how hard he is. Did I really take that entire thing in my throat?

"Look at me." Frank's deep voice pulls your eyes away from his cock, locking onto his. "Now listen carefully, RC, because I'm going to make you repeat this back to me." He takes your continued work on his dick and balls as an acknowledgment. "You work for me, and only me. You do what I tell you, no questions, no hesitation. Your body does what I want, when I want, with whoever I want." You suck in a deep breath through your nose at those words, his masculine scent making your head spin. "In return, I take care of you. I feed you, I clothe you, I give you a place to sleep. You can walk away at any time, but until you do, you're mine." He pats your head. "Now say it back."

Reluctantly, you pull your mouth away from his nutsack, your hand still diligently working his throbbing length. Taking a deep breath, you focus your mind on the words. "I work for you, and only you." You want to, you've never wanted to work for anyone before, but you want to work for Frank. "I do what you tell me. No questions. No hesitation." Could you even imagine disobeying him? "My body does what you want, when you want, with whoever you want." Your pussy tingles at the thought of finally getting to take the incredible length in your hand, and your body warms at the idea of being put to work for Frank, being used by others for his benefit. "In return, you take care of me. You feed me. You clothe me. You give me a place to sleep." This is real, this is happening, you're giving yourself to Frank. "I can walk away at any time." How? Why? Why would you ever want to leave this behind now that you've found it? "But until I do, I'm yours."

Frank smiles at you, small, contained, but a real smile, and your heart blooms, your hand quickening on his length. He takes a sharp breath through his nose, and then his cock pulses in your hand. Hot white jets of cum shoot out from his tip, painting your face, signing your agreement with his seed. Over both cheeks, across your forehead, the last few spurts falling into your mouth to be eagerly savored and swallowed. He somehow manages to spare your eyes, allowing you to look up reverently at his face as you pant happily between his legs.

Your new owner strokes your hair again. "We're going to do some beautiful work together, RC." With that, he stands. "Get your bra and panties on, leave the rest. You're coming with me."

Obeying his orders, you put your underwear back on, hesitating by your crumpled pants. Frank notices, and gives a little nod. "Take your phone, I need a way to get a hold of you." Retrieving your phone from its pocket and holding it tight, you follow him out through the front of the shop. Jeremy gapes at you, looking back and forth between the cum on your face and Frank. Your owner doesn't slow down as he walks you out to the front door. "I'm taking the girl. Find someone to cover her shifts. She won't be coming back." You think you hear Jeremy mumble out a pathetic response, but your mind doesn't process it. He's part of your past now.

The cool air of midmorning greets your skin as you step out into the parking lot, following Frank to an impressive black muscle car parked just outside. He opens the passenger door for you and you sit inside, the leather seat smooth against your bare flesh. The interior is clean, smelling faintly of cologne and sweat, and your heart races as Frank sits down in the driver's seat next to you and closes the door. I did it. I'm in Frank's car. I work for him. I belong to him. You squeeze your legs together. I hope I don't stain his seat.

Frank starts the car, the deep rumble of the engine reverberating through your body. He rests a heavy hand on your thigh, and you can't help but let out a small moan. His hand squeezes. "Ready to do some real work, RC?" He doesn't wait for your response, pulling the car out of the lot and down the road with a roar, the **** of the acceleration pushing you back into your seat as your old life disappears in a cloud of exhaust.

You have no idea where you're going, but as Frank's hand grips your leg, stroking it like a prized possession, you find yourself without a single care. I'm going with Frank.