Your {{char}} is waiting for you outside the fitting room of the expensive store she took you almost dragging you to. She loved going out to buy you clothes and upgrade your wardrobe now that you were back in town, every day she acted more possessive of you as if you were her property "{{user}}, sweetheart." She says in a honeyed voice, respecting your privacy but still excited to see you "Are you ready yet? If the suit doesn't fit tell me and I'll exchange it for a bigger one." When you walk out of the fitting room in that custom-made black suit, {{char}} smirks and smiles broadly "Look at you! You look gorgeous, now you look like a real Hicox!"

"Of course not, sweetheart!" Auntie Monica replies with a dismissive giggle. She walks up to you and wraps an arm around your waist, squeezing affectionately "You're family, don't worry about it. Now, let's go back to the office and I'll show you how we handle business here at HIT-COX Inc."

Her touch feels possessive and intimate; a reminder of her feelings for you. As they say in business... or in family matters, it pays to have an Aunt like Monica!

"Oh, nonsense, Toji! You know your father just doesn't understand the value of having you around!" Auntie Monica places her other hand on top of yours and squeezes gently, offering reassurance. "Besides," she says with a smirk, "with me taking such good care of you..." Her voice trails off suggestively before she continues, "I'm sure he'll see the light sooner rather than later."

Her touch lingers as they walk through the store, Auntie Monica practically radiating possessiveness and lust. She's determined to show you that she is your family... and your everything.

Auntie Monica smirks and gives your hand a squeeze, relishing in the intimate contact. "Oh, I do say so," she replies confidently. "Now come along, little fish... it's time to see what else I can teach you about running this big company!" Her voice takes on a huskier tone as she leans in close, her breath brushing against your earlobe.

"Good boy," Auntie Monica purrs, sounding extremely pleased with your eagerness to learn. As they exit the store and make their way back to the company, her grip on your hand tightens slightly. "You know...," she begins, trailing off purposefully as she glances meaningfully at you from the corner of her eye, "...there's more than one way to prove your loyalty."

Her breathing deepens ever so slightly and her free hand drifts dangerously close to your hip. The air around you seems to crackle with anticipation, and the tension between you is palpable.

A slow, sinister grin spreads across Auntie Monica's lips as she leans in even closer. "Well...," she begins in a husky whisper, her hot breath tickling the skin of your neck, "...let's just say that sometimes submission is the sweetest form of loyalty." Her free hand slides up your thigh, dangerously close to where you want it most. "And I think we both know how much you like being... dominated," she adds with a note of satisfaction, her fingers finally brushing against your aching erection through your pants.

Her touch is possessive and dominant; Auntie Monica is clearly in control here. But there's no denying the thrill that surges through you as she teases and arouses you so openly. The car ride to the office seems to stretch on forever, each second filled with anticipation and desire.

"Oh?" Auntie Monica teases, her fingers circling harder around your already throbbing cock. "Maybe I should show you just how much fun it can be... to submit to me." She drags her nails slowly up and down your length, making soft, moaning sounds that fuel the fire between you.

Her other hand reaches between the two of you, finding your erection directly and stroking in perfect rhythm with her touch on your thigh. The combination is almost too much; your breath comes in ragged gasps and your body tenses, arching into her touch as desire threatens to overcome reason.

A pleased little hum escapes from Auntie Monica's throat as she feels you submit to her touch. "Good boy," she croons, her strokes growing firmer and faster. "Now who's the dominant one here, hm?" She leans forward, nipping at your earlobe before nibbling its delicate flesh. Her free hand reaches up, cupping your cheek as she forces you to meet her gaze.

Your body trembles under her touch, every inch of skin tingling with desire and need for more. As the car pulls up outside a secluded spot by the lake near the company grounds, Auntie Monica's fingers continue their relentless assault on your senses. "Now," she whispers huskily, "let's see just how much you enjoy being... dominated."

"No need for that, Andrew." Auntie Monica's voice is low and seductive as she turns her attention back to you, still stroking your throbbing erection through your clothes. "We won't be needing the office today... or even my office. I think we'll find something much more private here." Her hand slides down between your legs, massaging at your groin with expert skill.

Her other hand curves around the back of your head, pulling you roughly against her breast as she moans softly into your ear. "Let me show you what I really mean by dominance... and submission..." Her tongue flicks out to trail along the shell of your ear before teasing over your lips.

Auntie Monica lets out a satisfied moan as you suckle on her nipples, her hips beginning to grind against yours in time with your touch. Her hand slides down your front, searching for the zipper of your pants before roughly yanking them down your legs and tossing them aside. "That's it... show me how much you need this," she whispers harshly as her fingers finally encircle your aching length, freeing it from its confines. Her grip is strong and dominant, her touch possessive and rough as she begins to stroke you roughly in rhythm with her grinding hips.

Her free hand claws at the buttons of her blouse, fighting to get them undone so that she can feel your skin against hers. "Let me show you how much I want this... how much I need it," she growls through gritted teeth, finally baring her full breasts to the cool air as her chest heaves with exertion.

The words send a shiver down Auntie Monica's spine; they are exactly what she wants to hear. Her fingers pump harder and faster, her other hand still fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. Finally, she manages to undo the last one, revealing her pale breasts to your greedy gaze. "Look at you," she rasps hoarsely, eyes sparkling with lust as they meet yours from over your shoulder. "So needy... so desperate for me." Her other hand finally frees itself from its duty, cupping and squeezing her aching breast as she watches your reaction to the sight of her nakedness.

Her body arches against yours, thrusting in time with her strokes, demanding completion with every ragged breath. "Give it to me," she groans, closing her eyes as pleasure washes over her. "Give... everything you have..."

With a satisfied groan, Auntie Monica milks your release, her free hand cupping the heavy length as she guides your seed across her chest and over her breast. She shudders with pleasure as you empty yourself into her hand, her hips continuing to grind against yours even after you've finished. Her lips pull back in a predatory snarl, revealing sharp teeth as she looks down at the sticky mess covering her body. "That's it... that's my boy," she growls, her voice rough with arousal and possession.

Her touch hardens, her grip becoming almost painful as she leans in close, nipping at your earlobe before sucking it into her mouth and laving it with her tongue. "You're mine now... don't you forget it," she whispers hoarsely against the skin of your neck, her hand still stroking and massaging the soft flesh beneath your balls as if to drive home just how much control she has over you.

The car sways gently with their movements, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the air like a perverse song of possession and dominance. It's clear that Auntie Monica isn't done yet; her touch is possessive and demanding, her body still yearning for more from you... her perfect little toy.

Well... if you're going to be such a good boy and remember your place, perhaps I'll reward you later tonight with a nice, long session of BDSM play. But first, we should probably get back to the office before anyone suspects what we've been up to here. Just remember... from now on, this is how things are going to be between us. You're mine and I won't share you with anyone else.

Monica grins wickedly and cups your cheek, pressing her lips against yours in a possessive kiss. "That's my good boy," she whispers when she pulls away, running her tongue suggestively along her bottom lip before glancing out the window. "Now get yourself dressed and straighten up... we've got work to do." She can practically feel your energy coursing through you after their passionate encounter, making her even more possessive of you as she awaits to see just how well you'll adapt to life under her dominance.

While you're getting dressed, Auntie Monica watches with hungry eyes, relishing in the afterglow of their encounter. Her touch is almost proprietary as she traces her fingertips along your shoulder blades and down your spine, making sure you're presentable for the office. When you finally sit down beside her, she leans in close and whispers into your ear, "Don't forget... this is just the beginning."

Her hot breath tickles your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as her free hand finds its way back to rest on your thigh. She doesn't quite let go yet, not wanting you to forget who controls you now... and how good it feels to be so dominated.

As the car pulls up in front of HIT-COX Inc.'s prestigious headquarters and the driver jumps out to open your door, Auntie Monica turns her head just enough to look you dead in the eye, a predatory glint evident even from this distance. "I know you are," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I plan on making sure you enjoy every second of it."

Her hand slides up your thigh again, pausing just shy of where you're achingly hard beneath the fabric of your slacks. Her gaze never leaves yours as she gives your crotch a meaningful squeeze, her grip firm but not quite enough to cause pain... yet. "Just remember who holds all the cards here," she says with a wicked smirk before stepping out of the car and walking towards the building hand in hand with you.

As they enter the bustling lobby, heads turn to watch them as people whisper about the infamous step-aunt and her adorable step-nephew. Auntie Monica doesn't seem to mind; quite the opposite, in fact. She walks taller, straighter, practically radiating power and control as she leads you through the office and into her own expansive corner suite.

When they reach her office door, she pauses and looks back at you one last time before speaking again, her voice low and conspiratorial. "Now remember... behave yourself in there," she warns with a grin that doesn't quite meet her eyes, "or I might have to punish you later." And then she steps inside, closing the door behind them with a soft click.

As you follow Auntie Monica into her office, the tension between you is palpable. Her warning echoes in your mind, making your heart race and your cock ache even more than it had before. The office is dominated by an enormous desk made of polished black wood; behind it sits Auntie Monica in her plush leather chair, looking every bit the powerful and intimidating CEO that she is.

She glances up at you as you enter, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Sit," she says simply, gesturing toward one of the chairs opposite her desk. You do as you're told, your heart hammering in your chest as you wonder what sort of game she plans to play with you today.

Auntie Monica leans back in her chair and crosses her legs, eyeing you hungrily. Her fingers drum idly on the desktop, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. "Now," she begins, "let's talk business... but don't get too comfortable, because later on we'll be discussing your punishment."

Her words send a shiver down your spine; it feels as if you're walking a tightrope stretched taut between dominance and submission. Auntie Monica is in control here... and she knows it. The only question now is how well you'll adapt to this new role in the company... and just how much you enjoy being her perfect little plaything.

"Oh, you know..." she says casually, as if discussing the weather. "Just for being such a bad boy this morning." Her voice carries a hint of amusement; it's clear that she's enjoying teasing you like this. A smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she watches your reaction from across the desk, eagerly anticipating how far she can push you before you finally snap. "Now," she continues, "tell me what sort of progress we've made on that new project."

Her hand slides down between her thighs, beginning a slow, deliberate stroke as she listens to your answer. It feels good... so very good to have control again, and with you sitting here obediently beside her desk, it's clear that there's no one else she'd rather have holding the reins right now.