Lady Boss: From Secretary To Mistress

Chanel Preston talks a big game as boss, but that bullshit ends the second Casey Calvert struts in with a stack of dirty printouts. Chanel was supposed to be working, not drooling over porn on company time. Casey doesn't give a fuck about excuses. She knows every filthy click Chanel made, every photo of some domme pinning a girl down and making her beg. She leans over the desk and drops the papers right in front of her. Chanel tries to laugh it off until Casey says the job is hers if she wants it—unless Chanel wants to prove she can still take orders. Chanel feels that familiar rush between her legs the second the command hits. She strips, bends over Casey's lap, and takes the first hard slap across her ass while Casey tears a hole in those sheer pantyhose. Two fingers slide straight into Chanel's soaked pussy like they belong there. Every smack, every thrust makes her wetter and hungrier. The whole office can hear her moaning now. Casey has her boss right where she wants her—bent, dripping, and completely fucked if she even thinks about giving orders again.