**Title: Under Her Heel**

I’d been called into my boss’s office again, and I knew exactly what that meant. Jessica wasn’t just my superior—she was a goddess in a tight pencil skirt and stilettos, the kind of woman who could make a grown man beg with just a smirk. And today? Today, I was hers to break.

“Close the door,” she purred, not even looking up from her laptop. Her voice was velvet coated in steel. I obeyed, my pulse already hammering. The second the latch clicked, she leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs slowly, letting one high heel dangle teasingly from her toes. “You’ve been slacking lately. We need to… correct that.”

My throat went dry. Before I could respond, she jerked her chin toward the floor in front of her desk. “Knees.”

I dropped like a fucking puppet, knees hitting the plush carpet hard. Jessica smiled, finally standing—her heels making that sharp, commanding click against the floor as she rounded her desk. She stopped inches from me, the pointed toe of her stiletto nudging my chin up. “Open.”

I knew what she wanted. My mouth fell open obediently, and she didn’t hesitate. In one smooth motion, she pressed the sole of her heel against my tongue, forcing my head back. The taste of leather and her sweat hit me immediately, thick and intoxicating. I groaned, my cock already iron-hard in my slacks.

“That’s it,” she murmured, pressing deeper. “Take it. All of it.”

Her foot drove further in, the arch of her heel crushing my tongue flat, the pointed toe hitting the back of my throat. Gagging, I clenched my fists, saliva dripping down my chin as she worked her foot deeper, grinding it against my palate. “Fuck, look at you,” she whispered, her other foot coming up to stroke my cheek. “Disgusting. You love this, don’t you? Love choking on your boss’s shoe like a pathetic little slut.”

I couldn’t answer—couldn’t do anything but choke and drool as she fucked my face with her heel, my nose pressed against her instep, breathing in the musk of her dominance. Tears pricked my eyes, but I didn’t pull away. Couldn’t. Her other foot slid down, the toe of her shoe pressing against my trapped cock through my pants, and I bucked against it with a muffled whimper.

“Aw, does that feel good?” She twisted her heel, making me gag harder. “You’re not getting off that easy. Not until I say so.”

Then, in one brutal motion, she shoved her foot all the way in, her heel lodging deep in my throat, her toes curling against the roof of my mouth. My vision blurred, my throat spasming around her, but she just held me there, panting lightly as she watched me struggle. “God, you’re such a good little fucktoy,” she breathed.

Finally, she pulled back just enough to let me gasp for air—only to shove right back in, fucking my throat in slow, merciless strokes. My throat burned, my cock leaking, the room filled with the obscene sound of her shoe grinding against my spit-slick tongue.

“You’re mine,” she growled, her free foot now working my zipper down, her toes slipping inside to curl around my aching cock. “Every inch of you. And you’re going to take it all. Aren’t you?”

I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. All I could do was nod, choking on her heel as she stroked me with her other foot, her cruel smile the last thing I saw before my vision went white with pleasure.