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The Boss: Part 3

A spiky black collar sits around the neck of a woman. A large silver chain links to the collar and continues out of frame.

🍑💦 This story is part of Tagg After Dark, an erotica collection exclusively for readers 18+. 🍑💦

This is Part 3. If you missed Part 1, and Part 2 make sure you read them first.



Ollie shivered when the hot skin of their back touched the cool wood floor. They waited, skin flushed around their snug collar. Part of me wanted to just kiss from their mouth down to the soft wet of their pussy, the hard knob of their clit, the damp skin of their inner thighs. My own thighs were wet as they rubbed together under my dress. I shook my head sharply. That would have to come later.

“Baby,” I crouched over their face, letting them breathe in the smell of my growing arousal. “You want me to step on you?” 

“Yes, boss, please,” they whimpered, inhaling deeply.


“Because I’m yours. Because you own me.” 

“That’s right,” I stood and pressed my palms into the wall, spine arched, and traced the tip of one boot heel slowly up their thigh. They looked to be somewhere deep inside themself. “I do own you.” They shivered, my boot alternating between sharp tip and smooth toe across their belly, hips, low ribs. “Beg for it.”

“Please,” Their words spilled out, eyes drunk with desire. “I need you to step on me.” 

“Are you sure?” I taunted, hovering my boot an inch over their chest. 

“Please,” they panted, wriggling under me, pressing their chest up but only meeting air.

I held steady on my other leg and pressed the sharpness of the boot’s spike and thickness of the platform into Ollie’s chest, finally giving them what they wanted. Their body visibly relaxed into the floor, tension melting into the boards beneath them, as they dropped deeper into subspace where they were something small and animal.

After a minute, I dug the spike of my boot a little deeper into their skin, and they moaned. A smile spread across my face as I watched them thrust their hips into the air like they wanted to rub against something. I let their frustration build and finally dragged my boot down to their clit, pressing the thick platform into it. They pushed back, a growing ball of energy again with hunger vibrating off their cells.

I took my boot away and straddled their hips. They looked suddenly disoriented. “How are you feeling?” I asked quietly, pressing my palm into the place where my boot had been. Their chest felt as hot as summer asphalt.

“Dizzy.” They relaxed into my touch. “And so wet for you.” 

“You need a break, love?” 

“Just water.” 

I reached for the mason jar on the nightstand and Ollie drank thirstily. Cold drops of condensation from the glass speckled their chest. When they handed back the glass, their mouth was flush and red. I kissed their cool lips.

“What do you want?” I asked. 

They wanted to come.

“I know you do,” I nibbled their earlobe, my tits just barely grazing their chest. “But you don’t get to decide when you come.” 

They grinned. We were back in it.



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Writer Eryn Sunnolia poses outside against a backdrop of lush green trees. Eryn wears their hair in a light brownish blonde bob. She wears glasses with clear frames and a yellow top with a brown corduroy button-up. She smiles as she looks into the camera.
Eryn Sunnolia
Eryn Sunnolia (she/they) is a queer writer living in Philadelphia, PA. Their writing has appeared in Electric Literature, HuffPost, Well+Good, Insider, and others. You can find her at erynsunnolia.com or @erynj_ on Instagram and @eryniswriting on Twitter.