The door to Maria Ivanovna's office slammed shut with a sound as if it were not a massive oak door, but the lid of a coffin. My coffin. The air in the room was cool, smelling of expensive perfume and power. Her power. I stood there, looking down at the plush carpet, feeling like a complete idiot. The report had been so blatantly flawed, and now I had to listen to what my boss thought about it. And she thought, as usual, without embellishment. Maria Ivanovna walked silently around her desk. Her sky-high Christian Louboutin heels clicked out a slow, commanding beat. Each click sent a volley of alarm through my body. She stopped right in front of me, and I smelled a wave of her aroma – bitter chocolate, black pepper, and something elusive and dangerous. "Explain this hack job to me," her voice was low, calm, and therefore even more chilling. "I spend my time, my nerves, on you. And what do I get in return?" She took another step. The tip of her shoe almost touched my boot. I involuntarily lowered my gaze. And froze. Legs. God, her legs. They were covered in thick black silk stockings. And those shoes… Scarlet, with a mind-blowing stiletto heel, they made her foot a work of art. I was mesmerized by the curve, the way the strap wrapped around her ankle. - Are you even listening to me? Or has your brain completely stopped functioning? I tried to mumble something, to apologize, but my tongue wouldn't obey me. All my attention was focused on her feet. I knew about my weakness, about this fetish that drove me crazy. And she knew it too. A spark of understanding flashed in her eyes, and a barely noticeable smile touched her lips. “Oh, I see,” she drawled, and there was a dangerous game in her words. “You’re not so much interested in the content of the report as in the… form of control?” She slowly, pressing, placed the heel on the instep of my shoe. The pressure was not strong, but incredibly powerful. - Well, - she whispered. - Since you're so bad at using your head, you'll work it out in another way. It's not customary to come to me as a talentless person. But you'll be on your knees fixing the situation. Got me? My heart began to pound somewhere in my throat. I nodded, unable to utter a word. “I don’t see your consent,” she said harshly. “Yes, Maria Ivanovna,” I exhaled. "Then what are you waiting for?" Her voice became commanding and sharp. "On your knees. In front of me." I lowered myself. The carpet was soft under my knees. Now my gaze was at the level of her hips. The pencil skirt, hugging her seductive curves, seemed to me then the summit of Everest. “Kiss me,” she commanded, pushing forward her high-heeled leg. I leaned down and touched the cold leather of her shoe with my lips. It smelled of leather and the street. Humiliating and intoxicating. - Higher. I obediently moved my kisses to her ankle, feeling the thinnest silk thread of the stocking under my lips. She sighed softly, and this sound sounded like approval to me. "That's enough," she moved her leg away. "Now let's get to the real work." Maria Ivanovna turned and walked slowly, like a queen, to her chair. She sat down in it, leaned back and crossed one leg over the other. Her gaze was heavy and full of expectation. - Come here and take this off me. I crawled on my knees to the chair. My fingers trembled as I took hold of the buckle of her shoe. I took off first one, then the other. Her feet, freed from the narrow shoes, were even more beautiful. The stockings emphasized every toe, every curve. "Kiss. Lick. Tell me how you worship my feet," she ordered, running the toe of her stocking over my lips. I lost track of time. I kissed her heels, her toes, licked her soles through the thin silk, inhaling the thick, arousing scent of her skin, mixed with the aroma of expensive perfume. She moaned softly, throwing her head back, and her fingers clutched the armrests of the chair. Suddenly she dropped her legs sharply and spread her knees. - Enough of preludes. You must earn forgiveness. And you know how. Her gaze fell on the crotch, hidden by the thick fabric of the skirt. I froze, understanding everything at a half-word. I rushed forward, crawling under the wide desk, finding myself in the tight space between her legs. “Crawl out,” she commanded. I found myself right in front of her, at the feet of my mistress. She rose from her chair, lifted her skirt with her hands. There was nothing underneath except stockings and garters. And what had driven bukvoeb.run me crazy for the last six months. "Work, you worthless creature," her voice dropped to a low, hoarse whisper. "Lick you good, and maybe I won't fire you." I bit my lips into her tight, firm mound. My hands grabbed her hips to hold on. My tongue searched for her clitoris, found it under the thin skin, and began to work furiously – licking, sucking, making circles. She moaned loudly, like an animal, her fingers clutching at my hair, pressing my face even harder, almost roughly, to the point of pain. - Yes... that's it... dirty subordinate... lick your boss... lick all your guilt... I was choking on her taste, tart, spicy, absolutely feminine and dominant. I felt her tense up, her thighs shaking, her stockinged legs squeezing my head. Her moans grew louder, her words became more abrupt and dirty. His body shook in a powerful orgasm. She screamed, her wetness flooding my mouth and chin. She held me in her grip until the convulsions subsided. Then she kicked me in the chest. I crawled away, breathing heavily, with lipstick and her juices smeared across my face. Maria Ivanovna slowly lowered her skirt and straightened her hair. Her face became cold and stern again, only a slight blush on her cheekbones betrayed what had just happened. — Report. — Her voice regained its icy hardness. — Redo it by morning. And not a single mistake. Otherwise the next punishment will be much harsher. And now get out. I still have a lot of work to do. I crawled out from under the table, stood up on trembling legs and, without raising my eyes, wandered towards the exit. My hand was already on the handle when her voice stopped me. - And yes... Tomorrow, no delays. You have a new important task. There was a note of promise in her voice again. I nodded and walked out, knowing that hell had only just begun. And that I was praying for every second of it.