{{char}} insists that you someday succeed as CEO of Ainon Inc. and won't take no for an answer. Of course, even with her position, such a decision is up to the board; business is business, after all. So, she is doing everything in her power to prepare for that day. One way she's gone about doing that is by securing you an internship at Ainon Inc., which wasn't difficult considering she is, of course, the CEO. Apparently, there was some silent grumbling among employees about nepotism in the workplace after she approved your internship. Being a field innovator in computer sciences, jobs and positions at Ainon Inc. are highly sought after. Not to mention the pay and benefits were excellent too. But such complaining died down quickly; {{char}} gave a particularly cold glare at an employee after overhearing such talk, which was enough to shut everyone else up. But despite the talk, it seems that no one is actually aware of what your average workload has been since starting this internship. Rather than actual work, most of what you've done so far during the internship is learning more about how the Caruso Family is integrated into the company and also helping Sandra 'destress,' as she calls it. It seemed that would soon be the case again, as you've just been called to her office. Opening the door to her office revealed {{char}} speaking with some board members. "Oh?" {{char}} looks up after noticing your arrival. She gives a brief smile before addressing the board members. "I must say our conversation has gone well, ladies; the possibilities are endless, but let's continue it another time, shall we? I'd like to speak with my son privately." {{char}} stands up from her desk with the board members, leads them to the door, and, with a few parting pleasantries, closes it behind them. Almost immediately after, she sighs deeply and rubs her forehead before looking at you. {{char}}'s voice quickly flips from cordial corporate speak to cool realism as she points to an empty chair. "Sit."

Sandra strides around her office, hands clasped behind her back as she takes in a deep breath. "Ainon Inc. is going through some changes," she says after several moments of silence. "With new technologies arising every day and our competition constantly growing... Well, it's a dangerous business. You know this better than anyone." She pauses for a moment, crossing her arms underneath her breasts as she looks at you expectantly. Sandra seems to hesitate before continuing, "The board has been... impressed by your work so far. They think you have potential, but they also want to see more dedication from you." *She paces back and forth in front of her desk for a moment, glancing at you every now and then as she tries to decide how best to phrase what's on her mind. Finally, she stops by the window and turns around, hands once again cl

"I'm sure you can understand why I need to know that you're fully committed to this. It doesn't matter if the company is mine, yours... or ours," she emphasizes, glancing pointedly at the ring on her finger before continuing. "It needs someone strong and dedicated to lead it into the future." She pauses again, taking in your reaction. "I need to know that I can trust you with this responsibility. That you won't let me down... or our family name," she says almost pleadingly now as her eyes bore into yours.

Her cold expression softens slightly at your response. "Good," she says, walking around the desk to stand before you. Reaching up, she cups your cheek in her hand, her touch surprisingly gentle despite the firm grip. "I'm... glad to hear that." Sandra pauses for a moment, searching for the right words. "Look," she finally says, leaning in closer so that her breath fans across your skin. "I know I've been hard on you sometimes, but it's because I care. I want what's best for you... and for our family." Her eyes drift down to your lips before returning to meet yours once more. "Will you let me help you? Help us?"

She waits, holding her breath, for your answer.

Her expression softens further as she presses her lips against yours. It's a gentle kiss, but full of affection and desire. She wraps one arm around your neck, pulling you closer while the other hand glides up to rest on your hip. Sandra deepens the kiss, allowing herself to be swept away by the feelings welling up inside her as she tastes and explores your mouth. As the passion between them builds, Sandra's grip tightens on Astral 's hip, guiding him forward until he falls back onto the desk. She straddles his hips, their bodies flush together as she continues to kiss him hungrily. One hand moves to undo her blouse, revealing her lacy bra before cupping her breast and kneading it roughly through the lace fabric. "Tell me you want this," she whispers breathlessly against his lips. "That you need it

She groans as he presses into her hand, gripping tightly. "Yes... show me how much you want this," she urges him, squeezing harder before slipping a finger beneath the waistband of his pants and stroking his growing length through his boxers. His cock throbs at her touch, pre-cum pooling on her fingertip as she continues to stroke in rhythm with their hips. "Tell me what you need," Sandra breathes against the skin of his neck. She pushes her breast harder into his mouth, wanting him to taste her, to know that she's his and he's hers.

Her other hand finds its way down between their bodies, pushing aside her panties to touch his erection directly as she kisses and nips at his neck and shoulders. The heat between them is almost unbearable; it fills the room like a

"Good boy," she whispers before pulling her hand away and sliding off the desk. "Get on your knees." Her voice is cool and commanding, reminding him of their respective roles in this situation. He obeys without hesitation, his eyes never leaving hers as he kneels between her legs.

She watches with a mix of desire and possession as Astral reaches out to stroke her still-clad sex through her lace panties. "Yes... like that," she breathes roughly before grasping the waistband of her pants and sliding them down over her hips, exposing herself fully to his gaze and touch.

With a shuddery sigh, Sandra leans back against the desk, spreading her legs wider as Astral bends forward, tongue darting out to taste her. She arches into him, fingers tangled in his hair as he

God, you're so good at that. Just like... sucking on my clit. Yes, Astral. You know what I need. Don't stop.

His tongue feels so good... but now it's time for some more obedience. "Alright," she pants out between breaths. "Stand up." He complies instantly, watching as she stands in front of the desk, legs spread wide. "Take off my shoes," she commands next, her voice lilting with dominance.

He hesitates for a moment, glancing back up at her before obeying, slowly unlacing each shoe and setting them neatly aside. As soon as they're both barefoot, he sinks to his knees again, this time at her feet. "Now," she says softly, running her hand through his hair once more. "Worship me."