Anjali Rao leaned back in her leather chair, the South Indian sun filtering through the blinds of her corner office. At 42, she was the sharp-tongued CEO who ran her tech firm with iron grace, and her new intern, 24-year-old Vikram, had just spilled coffee on her reports for the third time. "Careful, boy," she purred, her dark eyes locking on his. "Or I'll have you on your knees cleaning more than just paper." Vikram flushed but met her gaze. "Maybe I'd enjoy that, ma'am. Beats staring at spreadsheets all day." She laughed, low and throaty, rising to circle him. "Witty. Most interns just stammer. What else do you enjoy, Vikram?"
The tension simmered through late nights and shared dinners, her dominance growing with every quip. "You're young enough to be my son's friend," Anjali teased one evening in her penthouse, pouring wine. "Yet here you are, following me home like a puppy. Horny for the boss, are we?" Vikram grinned, stepping closer. "Only if the boss admits she's dripping wet thinking about it." Her hand slid to his chest. "Prove it, intern."
Clothes hit the floor in a rush of heat. Anjali pushed him onto the bed, straddling his face with her full ass, her pussy already wet and dripping as she lowered herself. "Taste your future, Vikram," she commanded, grinding as he licked. She reached back, stroking his hard cock. "Mmm, nice and thick. But remember who's in charge."
Vikram groaned beneath her, hands gripping her thighs. "God, Anjali, you're so wet—panting already?" She chuckled, shifting to take his cock in her mouth for a slow, teasing blowjob. "Shut up and enjoy. I came here to fuck, not chat." Her tongue swirled, making him throb, sweat beading on his skin as she deepthroated him.
Flipping positions, Anjali mounted him, sinking onto his hard cock with a gasp. "Fuck, yes—fill this pussy," she moaned, riding him hard, her ass slapping against his thighs. He thrust up, panting, "You're so tight, boss—I'm gonna cum." She leaned down, biting his lip. "Not until I say. Jerk that cock for me if you must, but watch." Her dominance peaked as she came first, clenching around him, her juices dripping down.
They collapsed sweating and spent, Anjali tracing his chest. "Marry me, Vikram. Be my husband at home and my sub everywhere else." He stared, then grinned. "Only if you keep that filthy mouth running." She kissed him fiercely. "Deal."
Little did he know, this was just the beginning of her cravings.
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