She’d been at King’s firm three days and already had the whole place figured out. She walks into his office, clamps her hand around his throat, and tells him the weak link is him. A beta like that doesn’t belong at the top, she says; she’s taking the company. He tries to fight it, but something older and deeper makes him drop his eyes. She flicks a pen to the floor and watches him crawl for it. Then she plants her foot and makes him kiss it, lick it, thank it. Her laugh is low and mean as she pushes his face lower, spreads her cheeks, and orders his tongue onto her tight little hole. He does it without hesitation now. She drops onto his face, grinds until his nose is buried, and makes him say it out loud: she’s the real boss. He knows it’s true.
She’d been at King’s firm three days and already had the whole place figured out. She walks into his office, clamps her hand around his throat, and tells him the weak link is him. A beta like that doesn’t belong at the top, she says; she’s taking the company. He tries to fight it, but something older and deeper makes him drop his eyes. She flicks a pen to the floor and watches him crawl for it. Then she plants her foot and makes him kiss it, lick it, thank it. Her laugh is low and mean as she pushes his face lower, spreads her cheeks, and orders his tongue onto her tight little hole. He does it without hesitation now. She drops onto his face, grinds until his nose is buried, and makes him say it out loud: she’s the real boss. He knows it’s true.