Maz watches her wife pace back and forth across her office with a healthy amount of concern. They’ve talked about doing a scene like this for a while, but it’s clear her dom is having doubts. With a soft voice, she cuts through the silence while she also reaches a hand out to catch Jasmine before she makes another line across the space. “What’s going on in that head of yours? Talk it out with me.”

Jasmine lightly brushes off Maz’s hand, but at least moves to lean against Maz’s desk. Her forest green pantsuit stands out against the white desk as it digs into her thigh that does everything to emphasize the glorious plumpness that Maz loves. “It’s just… I just don’t want to fuck this up.” She shakes her head. “I know it’s not a big deal if I break character or something, but, like, you know. I’m always in my head about doing any scene like this, as much as I always love them after the fact, but then there’s the whole thing about doing a consensual nc scene at all…”

“Oh sweet.” Maz hums and pulls Jasmine in for a side hug. “I know once we get going all your anxieties will fall to the wayside, just like always. But if you’re not up for it today we don’t have to do it now –or ever if you just don’t want to.”

“No. I want to.” Jasmine takes a deep breath and leans down to hug Maz more properly. “You’re right. I should just do it. And even if I do mess up, it’ll probably be funny in retrospect.”

With a light giggle and a quick squeeze, Maz relaxes back in her wheelchair. “That’s the spirit.” She relaxes against the backrest and looks up at Jasmine as the other woman stares deep into her eyes.

“Ms. Greensdale, a word. My office.” Jasmine’s summons startles Maz in the middle of drawing a particularly long line on her chart. The resulting gash of a line across the entirety of the spread is almost as infuriating as the interruption from Maz’s boss. Why she thinks she can interrupt Maz whenever she wants, Maz will never know.

Regardless, Maz sighs and does her best to not let her ruined work bring her too far down. With only a bit of maneuvering, she wheels out of the office and into the lounge. Working for such a small firm is nice in a lot of ways, but the fact there’s only two offices, and only two people that work in this location –including her– is definitely one of the downsides. Regardless, it doesn't take more than a moment for her to wheel around the couch and into the open doorway of her manager’s office.

In contrast to her office, her boss’s space looks so unprofessional to her. While hers had books and artwork and well, style; this office is practically one of those weird internet streamers’ spaces with how it’s lit up with neon lights and has a desk with more monitors than Maz can understand. It’s another reason why she just can’t stand Jasmine. The woman doesn’t seem to actually care about working at a reputable design studio.

Well, that’s a relatively small reason why Maz hates Jasmine. The main reason is just that Jasmine is a bitch. Always crediting herself for Maz’s accomplishments while blaming Maz for any faults in the end result. Talking down to Maz for not having a business oriented mind, and for not wanting to be ‘more than a monkey drawing doodles’. 

If she wasn’t hotter than a supermodel, Maz probably would have filed a complaint and moved to a different office. But that’s just it. Even if she hates her boss, she also kind of loves her. A dominant, cutthroat, mean woman with cute chubbiness, thighs that could crush a watermelon, and tits that Maz daydreams of sucking on? Yeah, Maz can deal with a shitty boss and decent pay for this.

Jasmine is leaning against her desk with a hip popped out, only furthering how hot she looks in that green pantsuit that clings to her perfectly. She looks up from the papers she’s reading as Maz waits in the doorway, and nods. “Well come on. I called you in here, do you need more permission to enter?”

“No ma’am.” Maz nods her head in faux subservience as she enters the room and lets the door close behind her. “I didn’t want to interrupt your–”

“I asked you here. What could you possibly be interrupting?” She raises an eyebrow, but Maz won’t validate the question with an answer. What feels like a minute passes before Jasmine groans and pinches the bridge of her nose. “Anyways. I wanted to talk with you about the Steelman project you completed last week.”

Maz nods, but doesn’t interrupt. The Steelman project was a massive undertaking for her, weeks of work and dozens of reviews with the client all culminating in what could be considered her magnum opus. Elaborate and intricately designed explicitly for the client, it was easily the project she was most proud of.

“As you know, I shared the final version with Harsh and Mel at Steelman headquarters this morning.” Jasmine’s face is steel, looking at Maz with an anger that tells Maz all she needs to know about how that meeting went. “To say they were disappointed would be an understatement.”

Even though she saw it coming from Jasmine’s expressions, it still feels like a punch to the gut to hear that her best project was a failure. But her boss isn’t done.

“They were so upset, I had to swear you would be reprimanded heavily just to keep them on as a client for this firm. Though, even if they hadn’t demanded it, I certainly would have reprimanded you regardless.” Jasmine shakes her head. Her eyes narrow and lips purse, a look that feels full of anger but only makes Maz blush more. “This poor performance has gone on long enough. Either you will improve, or you’ll be put to better use.”

With a deep gulp, Maz can’t stop herself from fixating on the word choice there. “To better use?”

There’s disappointed judgement in Jasmine’s gaze before the slightly older woman moves her office chair around the desk to be in front of Maz’s wheelchair. “Yes. To better use.” She deftly pulls her pants down, plain black panties as well Maz can’t help but notice. “Clearly your hands aren’t any good, but you’re able to talk your way through meetings it seems. So today I will show you just what your future demotion will be if you can’t improve your output.” With one hand, she lewdly spreads her lips, and the other she reaches forward to tug Maz forward.

It’s extremely rude and dangerous to pull a wheelchair user out of their chair, even for an ambulatory user such as Maz. The shock of Jasmine pulling her out, as well as having exposed herself so suddenly, leaves Maz off kilter enough that she’s on her knees, on the rough rug, inches from her boss’s pussy before she can even think to fight back. But before she can, Jasmine’s hand grips her hair and pulls Maz’s face into her core. 

Immediately the smell hits Maz, a musky wet smell that’s not unpleasant but not much more than just arousing. The situation itself is arousing really, even if it is extremely inappropriate. But she doesn’t get a chance to focus on that aspect before her mouth is being pressed against wet lips. Maybe it’s some hidden instinct she didn’t know about, maybe it’s just her subservient nature taking over, but whatever the case, Maz opens her mouth and licks Jasmine’s folds from bottom to engorged clit. 

Even if the smell wasn’t appetizing, Jasmine’s taste certainly is. And before she knows what’s happening, Maz is enthusiastically nibbling at Jasmine’s clit and teasing Jasmine’s hold with her tongue. All short little motions. A dart of the tongue here, a rake of teeth there. The only long or slow motion she does is when she does another full lap of Jasmine’s lips, savoring the way her boss shudders and lifts her hips.

With how Jasmine never releases Maz’s head, how she keeps jerking her hips forward to get more stimulation from Maz, how she’s moaning loud enough for the street downstairs to hear; it’s safe to say that Maz is doing well. And, true to her inner thoughts, Maz is delighted to find that her boss's head could definitely crush watermelons. The way those thighs squeeze around Maz’s head means she can’t hear a word of what Jasmine is saying, only vaguely feel the vibrations of the moans and words, while her head feels like it’s in a vise. 

When Jasmine’s pussy gets wetter, and her entire body seems to tense far beyond what Maz would’ve thought possible, Maz feels a rush of accomplishment. Higher than even that project had given her. But Maz isn’t done; she brings Jasmine’s legs to go over her shoulders, so that she can hold them tightly while also pulling Jasmine in closer to her face. 

If before Maz was enthusiastic, now she’s ravenous. Like a dog lapping water in a desert, she loses herself to the pleasure of pleasing Jasmine. Her body moves on instinct as she buries her nose against Jasmine’s clit and her tongue as deep into Jasmine as she can. She knows her tongue can only reach so deep, but she wouldn’t dare commit blasphemy in using her fingers, not when Jasmine only directed her mouth to be used.

Jasmine crashes through another orgasm fairly quickly, with Maz so focused on performing well for her boss over everything else. Between Maz’s determination and Jasmine’s hand still holding her head, there’s no other avenue that’s considered. Maz doesn’t even think for a moment about pleasing herself, of touching her wet and needy core or tugging at her rock hard nips. She doesn’t even think about doing more with her hands or body.

Maz may as well just be a mouth right now. Used as a toy to be grinded against rather than a person or worker. It’s what she’s good at. What she’s good for.

So Maz’s life shrinks down to focus on what’s important, this delectable crotch in front of her. 

“My knees hurt.” Maz groans from their bed, gently rubbing both her knees to soothe them just a bit. Both her and Jasmine are nude on top of their blanket, cuddling and doing all the fun aftercare bits they know they need to. That doesn’t stop Maz from complaining though when Jasmine asks if the younger woman is feeling alright.

Jasmine’s laugh is a joyfully light balm against Maz’s mind, adding to the comfort and safety she needs after such an intense scene. “You wanted that.” She smirks as she looks into Maz’s eyes. “I told you it wouldn’t feel great on my rug, but noo you said it’d be hotter that way.”

Maz rolls her eyes but doesn’t acknowledge how right her wife is. “You know, you really were fantastic back there.” She rests the side of her head against Jasmine’s upper chest and holds her as tightly as she can. “Your suggestions were perfect, I was convinced you were my boss and everything. Even without the suggestions I probably would have thought that. You pulled off the act so well.”

The way Jasmine’s breath shudders just a hair is everything to Maz, but she lets the moment pass and lets Jasmine groan afterwards. “Ugh, probably a remnant from all my years in corporate. That’s one part of that roleplay I could do without repeating honestly, too many bad vibes pretending to be in that life again…”

“Of course sweet. Next time we can do some teacher student scene or something equally trope-y.”