Mean Bitch Boss 2 - Emma Hix

Emma straps the thick black collar around Jack's neck before the office lights even flicker on. She clips the leash on with a snap that echoes down the empty hallway. Jack drops to his hands and knees inside the steel cage that now sits beside her desk. Every time he opens his mouth to speak, the steel bars press cold against his cheeks. She lounges back in her chair, legs crossed in sheer black stockings and sharp-toed heels. One heel hooks the cage door open. “Say it,” she tells him. Jack swallows hard. “I’m worthless,” he mutters. “Louder,” she snaps, yanking the leash until his forehead bumps the bars. “I’m worthless,” he repeats, louder this time. Emma slips off her heels and rests both feet on his face. Jack presses his lips to her stockinged sole without being told. He runs his tongue along the arch, tasting faint salt and leather. She spreads her toes; he sucks each one through the nylon until the fabric darkens with spit. When she grows bored she stands, hikes her pencil skirt, and turns. The cage is low; her ass lowers straight onto his upturned face. She settles her full weight, sealing his nose and mouth between her cheeks. Jack breathes in the warm scent of her skin and office perfume while she rocks slowly, grinding his tongue deeper. Each breath is a fight; each gasp earns another slow circle of her hips. She leans forward just enough to give him air, then drops again. The leash stays taut in her fist. Jack keeps licking because the only other option is to stop breathing. Emma smiles, eyes half-closed, one hand lazily paging through contracts while her new assistant proves exactly how worthless he really is.