The wizard liked to believe that he was somehow in a position of power with her on her knees between his thighs. Men could be such fools when they thought with the wrong part of their bodies. What might have seemed submissive was in fact quite the opposite. For however long it lasted, she held the capacity to hurt him in her mouth and her hands. As soon as she pulled him free of the confines of his trousers, she would run the tip of her tongue along his throbbing vein. She would always be rewarded with a deep groan of appreciation. She would follow that up with wrapping her lips only around the tip, swirling her tongue until she could hear nothing but his moans. Experience taught her just how to tease him before taking his full length inside her mouth. If he had been disrespectful like so many selfish arseholes to assault her mouth, she wouldn't have repeated the act. He was kind enough to always give her full control, to just sit back and enjoy the sensations. Usually, if he wasn't caught completely off guard and unable to last as long as he would've liked, he would reach a point where he'd pick her off the floor and throw her down on top of his desk. After pushing up the skirts she always wore to the office, he'd tug her knickers down and make her scream. Regardless of how he chose to come, by then, she could be certain to get exactly what she wanted. Any interrupted arguments would be forgotten.