Come Undone (Part 1)

“Well hello there. Who are you?”

I kept my eyes lowered, focusing on a small stain on the carpet, just as I had been instructed, and didn’t reply as the first man walked into the room. My hands rested palms-up on my thighs, which were spread apart slightly, and I sat back on my heels.

“This is Rori,” said another voice, which I recognized as Henry, one of the partners. I internally smiled. I liked Henry best. He was always the most fun whenever he brought clients to see me. “She’s a valued part of the team here. You should know that if you invest your money with us, it comes with certain… perks. Rori, be a dear and show Mr. Romano here what I mean.”

Without a word, I sat up and locked my fingers behind my head, spreading my knees apart farther to give them a good view of my body, draped in the barely-there lingerie “uniform” the firm provided. I looked up at the men – oh god, this Mr. Romano guy was fucking hot – and slowly opened my mouth so my tongue was hanging out slightly.

“Holy shit, Henry.”

“Don’t worry.” Henry walked over and cupped my chin in his hand. “Our ladies are very well compensated for their time and can leave whenever they want with a full retirement package. They only stay if they enjoy the job. Isn’t that right, Rori?”

He stuck a finger in my mouth, and I sucked on it and nodded slowly, staring into his dark eyes. I had been with the firm for over three years now, and true to their word, they had treated me well.

Especially Henry.

I swirled my tongue around his finger, just the way he liked, not breaking eye contact. No matter how he tied me up or what he had me do, Henry always liked when he could look directly into my eyes.

“She’s yours for the night if you want her, Dante. Or if you like something a little different, I can call in one of our other companions. I have to say, though,” he pulled his finger from my mouth and smiled down at me, “Rori is the best, in my humble opinion. I’m not ashamed to say… she makes me come undone.”

“And she’s available for… anything?” Mr Romano asked, rubbing the back of his head.

“This is a menu of her services,” said Henry, still smiling down at me as he handed the man a folder. “It includes her specialties and personal favorites, kinks she green-lit during our pre-negotiations, and her hard limits. If there’s something you don’t see, you can simply ask for it, and she will give you a verbal yes or no. Of course, she does have full veto power in the moment if she is uncomfortable, even for items on her menu. Her safeword is printed  in bold at the top, see it?”

“Yeah. Um. Yes.” He cleared his throat.

“She says that, it means stop. She says it twice, and some very unhappy men barge through that door and make you stop. Trust me, you don’t want that if you want to leave here with your balls intact. Got it?”

“Yeah. Yes. Of course.” Mr. Romano’s face was fully flushed now as he read over my menu.

“This is definitely not what I was expecting, I have to admit.”

“We had to guess a bit regarding your personal tastes. But if you’d prefer instead to visit the room of one of our dommes, or something a bit more mild… or more depraved… I can certainly take you to whatever scenario you’d find most pleasant.”

“No, no. You guessed correctly. This is perfect. She is perfect.”

“Then I’ll leave you to enjoy your evening. You are welcome to stay here for the entire night or simply dial 1 when you are ready to leave and ask for the front desk to call our driver.” Henry turned as he walked out the door. “Oh, and Rori, dear, come see me when you are done. You know the room number, or if it’s after 8 AM tomorrow come directly to my office.”

I nodded as he slipped out, but he didn’t wait for my reply. It wasn’t a request.

Mr. Romano was quiet for a moment as his eyes traveled down the menu. I took the opportunity to look him up and down. Medium build with broad shoulders, dark hair with silver streaks along his temples, and a tailored suit in a chocolatey brown color that most men couldn’t pull off but which somehow fit him perfectly. Yeah, he was definitely hot.

And those piercing dark eyes… Shit, he caught me staring. I looked back down at the floor quickly.

“Like what you see?” he asked, walking over to me. There was just a hint of accent in his voice, a beautiful Italian sharpness to his words.

He cupped my chin like Henry had and lifted my face up toward him. I slowly opened my mouth again as I stared into his eyes, and he laughed, the nerves in his voice disappearing.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

I smiled up at him and nodded.

“Good. I like what I see too.” He slowly ran a finger along my tongue, down my neck, and along the edge of the sheer red bra I was wearing. His fingertip grazed my nipples, making them harden. “Rori, right?”

I nodded again.

“Your menu says using your mouth is a specialty of yours. Is that true? You can speak to me.”

“Yes, it is, sir.”

“Is it a specialty because you’re good at it or because you enjoy it?”

I thought for a second. “Maybe both?”

He cocked an eyebrow at me. “Maybe? So you’re not sure you like it?”

“No, I know I like it. I’m not sure if I’m good at it.”

“Surely it wouldn’t be on your specialty menu if you’ve had complaints in the past.”

“That’s true, I suppose.”

“But maybe we should test it out, so I can let you know for sure.”

I licked my lips. “I’d like that, sir.”

He loosened his belt and pulled it from the loops of his pants. “Give me your wrists.”

I unlocked my fingers from behind my head and offered them to him together. He kissed my wrists, then circled behind me and pulled my arms behind my back, using his belt to restrain them and pulling it tight, but not too tight. He had clearly done that before. I leaned back against him as he reached around and cupped my breasts, pulling them out of my bra and rolling my nipples between his fingers. I moaned quietly as he pinched them.

“That will sound a lot nicer with your mouth full.”

He circled in front of me again, unzipping his pants, and allowing his cock to spring free. It was already glistening with precum and I licked my lips again staring at it.

“You’re an eager one, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Show me how eager.”

I leaned forward to reach him with my lips, but he took a small step back.

“You’re going to have to try harder than that if you want my cock,” he said, stroking it slowly. “Do you want my cock, Rori?

I shuffled forward on my knees, wincing slightly as I dragged them across the carpet. “Yes, sir. I want your cock.”

“Where do you want it?” He stepped back again, forcing me to continue to shuffle toward him.

“In my mouth. Down my throat. Please, sir.”

“You’re going to have some rug burns on your knees if you keep it up, little girl,” he said, a laugh in his voice. “I don’t want Henry to yell at me for damaging his girl. But damn, you look hot right now.”

“Thank you, sir.” He let me reach him, and I took the tip of his cock in my mouth. He was big, but nothing I couldn’t handle, even with my hands behind my back.

“Damn. That’s even hotter.” He let out a little moan and pushed farther into my mouth, slowly, perhaps still a bit unsure. Some men just shoved their cock down my throat right away, delighting at making me gag, but Mr. Romano pushed past my lips very slowly, millimeters at a time. I looked up at him, encouraging with my eyes, and moaned around his cock.

“Fuck,” he said under his breath. “Do that again.”

I moaned around him, louder, and slowly bobbed my head a bit.

“No. Stay still. Fuck, stay still or I’m going to lose it already.” He pulled out all the way, and took himself in his fist. “Can you do that for me? Can you keep completely still and let me fuck your throat?”

“Yes, sir. Please fuck my throat. Please.”

“Fuuuuuck.” He pulled me to me feet, released my bound hands, and unhooked my bra, tearing it off. “Lay on the bed, on your back.”

I knew exactly what he wanted. I hung my head off the end. “Like this, sir?”

“Just like that. Now open your mouth and don’t fucking move. Not one inch.”

He pushed the top of his cock past my lips again, and I resisted the urge to reach up and pull him deeper. Slowly, he began to thrust, deeper each time he entered me. Soon, his entire cock was wet with my drool, and I was gagging with each thrust.

I felt him touch my throat, which bulged as I swallowed him deep. He stroked it softly, feeling himself fill me, then pulled out. I gasped for air.

“Do you know how hot that is?”

“I love it, sir. I love when you use my throat.”

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to cum down your throat?” He tapped his cock against my face.

“Mmm, yes, sir.” I closed my eyes and felt him rubbing against me. God, I wanted to taste his cum.

“You want me to cum already, little girl? I haven’t even touched that pussy yet.”

“It’s early.”

He laughed. “Open.”

I parted my lips, and this time he didn’t hesitate. He thrust down my throat, groaning as I wiggled my tongue against him. Hey, he said not to move my head. He didn’t say anything about my tongue.

“Fuck, Rori, that’s it. Just like that. Fuck, I’m going to cum.”

He barely got the words out before he was spurting down my throat, forcing me to drink every delicious drop. He held there for a moment, and I moaned, my lips still around him.

“Watch it, little girl,” he said, half-laughing as he pulled out. “I’m way too sensitive for that.”

I sat up, trying to wipe the drool from my lips as gracefully as possible. “Do you want me to leave, sir?”

His eyes twinkled as he looked at me. “Tell me, Rori, are you satisfied? Do you want to leave?”

I cocked my head. In all my years doing this job, no one had ever asked me if I was satisfied. I didn’t really know how to respond.

“Let me make this easy for you, little girl. You are free to leave if you’re happy with that finish. But I’d rather you stayed. I’d rather keep playing if you’re having fun. This is the most fun I’ve had with a cute little sub in a long time.”

“I’m having fun, sir. I want to stay.” I smiled up at him.

“Then will you try something for me, Rori?”

“I’m happy to consider all your fantasies, sir.”

“Then stop calling me sir. For the rest of the night, I want you to call me Mr. Romano.”

“It would be my pleasure, Mr. Romano.”

“And your menu said you have a variety of costumes available in that wardrobe?”

“Yes, Mr. Romano.” My heart fluttered. So few men actually wanted to play. I rarely got a chance to wear all the outfits the firm provided that I loved so much.

“I’m going to shower. When I come out, be dressed in the schoolgirl uniform.”

(To be continued…)

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