Dominant Female Boss Tames the Office Siren

Girl-on-Girl Domination Continuation

The office siren’s hips jerked beneath me, a reflexive, desperate motion that betrayed just how close to orgasming she already was. Naturally, I caught her easily, pressing her back down with a firm palm flat against her stomach. By now, this girl-on-girl domination session was, once again, heating up. She had no idea what a dominant female boss I could be. Then, I leaned in and let my mouth barely graze the damp lace between her thighs. Just the ghost of a kiss, a whisper of heat, and her entire body arched.

My eyes found hers as I lifted my head, voice low and firm. “You don’t come until I say.”

Emma’s nod was immediate but shaky, her whole body trembling with restraint. Meanwhile, her lips were swollen from biting them, flushed red and wet, quivering as if even that small motion threatened to unravel her. She blinked up at me, her unexpectedly dominant female boss. Indeed, her pupils were blown wide with a silent plea in her expression. Submission looked good on her—messy, needy, teetering on the edge of obedience and collapse. And I wasn’t about to let her fall. Not yet.

Dominant Female Boss Takes Over

When my tongue found her swollen clit, she cried out—sharp, needy, almost frantic. I didn’t hold back as her dominant female boss. I devoured her. Licked deep, slow, then fast, holding her thighs wide, refusing to let her squirm away from the onslaught.

“If you want to come,” I said, fingers sliding into her with firm precision, “you beg for it.”

Immediately, she arched, hips lifting off the desk. My fingers curled, stroking that sweet spot that made her legs tremble. Her walls clenched around me, desperate. She was close. Too close. “Please,” she gasped, eyes wild, voice cracking. “Please, let me come.”

Without warning, I pushed her to her knees. “Open your mouth.” Her lips parted, and I slipped two fingers in, and she was nice and wet. She sucked greedily on my dominant female boss fingers, eyes fluttering closed, moaning like she wanted to live on the taste of herself. Then, I grinned. “Good girl.”

Dominating the Office Siren

I pulled her up and turned her around, bending her over the desk she’d claimed as her throne. The office siren thought she had her dominant female boss cornered, only a few minutes ago. But this was my domain now. Her sex confession, became my indulgence. Now, I yanked her skirt up, dragged my nails down her thighs. Then I fucked her with my fingers—hard, relentless, one hand gripping her hair, the other sliding deep, twisting and thrusting with brutal rhythm. Her cries turned guttural, broken, lost in the sound of skin on skin and the primal wetness of her undoing.“You want to come now? Then do it. Come for me.” 

And she did. Screaming, shaking, sobbing out my name into the desk as her orgasm tore through her like wildfire. I didn’t stop until she collapsed, body trembling, spent, completely mine.

Dominant Female Boss Asserts Herself

I pulled her into my lap, settling her astride me in the leather chair. Her thighs splayed wide around mine, her bare heat pressed against my slacks. Then, slowly, I leaned in. “I want you to remember this,” I whispered, licking the sweat from her throat. “After all, from now on, every time you walk into this office, every time you sit at that desk—remember how you came for me. How I ruined you.”

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