Boss Bitch

Kenna James walked in like she meant business. Ariel didn't waste time on small talk. She needed someone who could satisfy whatever she asked for—no questions, no hesitation. Kenna lifted her chin. "Let me show you what I can do." Ariel liked that answer and came around her desk. First she offered her wrists. Kenna bound them to the office chair, cinching each knot until Ariel couldn't move. Then she worked the boss over in silence—slow strokes, barely there touches, just enough to keep her on the edge without letting her tip. Ariel's breath grew ragged, her thighs tense. Kenna watched every twitch. Satisfied, Kenna fitted the ball gag between Ariel's teeth and switched on the vibrator. She pressed it to the swollen clit and held it steady. Ariel jerked against the restraints. The first spasm hit fast; clear liquid shot out, streaking down the mirror that Kenna had angled so Ariel had no choice but to watch herself come apart. Another surge followed, then another, until the glass was fogged and dripping. Kenna loosened the cuffs just long enough to strap the dildo over Ariel's mouth, the shaft jutting straight out from her face. She climbed onto the desk, spread herself, and lowered onto the toy. Each thrust buried the silicone between her folds and dragged it back out again, slow and deliberate. Ariel moaned around the gag, eyes locked on the wet slide above her. When Kenna finally climbed off, both women were shaking. Ariel's thighs glistened. Kenna's skin flushed pink. She straightened her skirt, unbuckled the strap, and met Ariel's stare without apology. Whatever came next, she'd already proved she could handle the job.