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This fucking company, Ashley thought, her cheeks muddled and hot as Homelander circled her kneeling form. He stopped twice in his observation of her; once, to drag a booted foot slowly, deliberately, up and down the wet patch on her panties - and again, in front of her, the heat of his gaze boring a hole in her skull. She gulped, and made to look up. He clicked his tongue, and pressed his foot onto her hand, before returning to his position.
"No, Ashley. You know better. Head down," he said, voice tinged with mirth. He tapped his foot, twice, redirecting her gaze.
"Clean your filth... off my boot," Homelander purred, voice pitched low. Ashley's jaw dropped, and she focused with all her might to keep her now wide-eyed gaze trained to the floor. He lifted his boot toward her lips, the glisten of her wetness catching the light.
"Come on. Chop, chop. And don't look so put out. There wouldn't be so much to clean if you didn't like this."