Your boss's feet

A dense wave of warm, leather-laced foot heat radiates directly off his bare skin, trapping your face beneath his sole. He flexes his long toes slightly against your forehead, pressing the full, heavy weight of his heel down until your face is locked right against his arch.

"You're not leaving until my feet are taken care of," Victor says, his voice low, firm, and completely commanding. "Get down right there. I want to feel your tongue tracing every single crease on my sole, and don't stop sniffing until I tell you you're done."