Zora was feeling particularly bossy today. She strutted into her office, head held high, and made a beeline for her favorite leather chair. Settling in, she let out a contented sigh, already feeling the power coursing through her veins. As she scrolled through her email with one hand, she absentmindedly twirled a lock of her recently dyed red hair around her finger.
Her slave, on the other hand, was anything but contented. He knelt on the cold tile floor, his eyes fixed on her sexy figure. The anticipation was killing him, as it always did when she was in this kind of mood. And there she was, smirking to herself as she ignored him completely.
The seconds stretched into minutes, and still, she didn't acknowledge his presence in any way. It had been hours since they'd last spoken, and he ached to hear her voice, even if it was just to insult him or give him some menial task to do. Anything would be better than this torturous silence.
As if sensing his anguish, Zora smirked even wider and glanced down at him from over her shoulder. She watched as he struggled to catch his breath, his cheeks hollowed out from sucking in the lack of air. Her jeans were tight against her ass, pushing it out provocatively. And there he was, trapped between wanting her and hating himself for his submission.
Without taking her eyes off him, she leaned back in her chair and picked up her phone. With one hand, she continued scrolling through emails while the other deftly typed out a message. The slope of her breasts in her silk blouse made it hard for him to focus on anything else.
Slowly, almost teasingly, she pushed her ass more firmly against his face. Her ass cheeks pressed against his lips, and he could feel the heat emanating from her skin. The smell of her perfume was overwhelming, making it impossible for him to think straight.
Finally, she looked down at him and sneered. "What are you waiting for, slave? Have you forgotten your place?" She kicked her legs out to the side, spreading them wide, and he felt the cool breeze from the air conditioning brush against his face.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he choked back a sob. He'd never been so close to breaking point before. But just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, she looked down at him again and grinned. And this time, she spoke. "Good boy," she purred, her voice like velvet over steel. "Now get to work."
With that, she picked up a stack of papers from her desk and tossed them down to him. He caught them with shaking hands, his heart pounding in his chest. Zora leaned back in her chair, propping her feet on her desk as she watched him work. And all the while, her hot breath washed over his face.
