Mean Bitch Boss

Miss Jay locks eyes with Jack like she already owns him. “Company’s been coddling you,” she says. “Made you soft.” She shoves a printed oath across the desk and watches him sign. The second the pen lifts she snaps her fingers and points at the floor. Jack drops. She plants one heel on his tongue and grinds until the leather shines again. Then she turns, hikes her skirt, and drops the full weight of her ass onto his face. His air vanishes under her. She rolls her hips slow, cruel, making him gasp every time she lifts. His tongue works by instinct, dragged up and down the crease of her until she laughs. She slides forward just enough to trap his nose between her cheeks, smothering him while her bare toes press into his chest, toes curling, nails painted blood-red. She keeps him pinned, riding his mouth like it’s nothing more than furniture, until his lungs burn and every breath tastes like her. Only when his vision blurs does she rise, leaving him blinking and wrecked on the cold floor.