Max is a software engineer who got laid off from his job, and reunites with Rosa, his childhood friend who is a nurse. Rosa decides to take care of him and help him get his life in order, but she has other plans to transform Max into the submissive man she's always known him to be.

After Rosa left for the day, Max stood in the kitchen, his laptop open on the counter beside him as he scoured job listings. He was determined to get his life in order.

The day had been incredibly productive—he'd updated his resume, reached out to old colleagues, and applied for several positions that seemed promising. The sense of accomplishment was motivating, a stark contrast to the hopelessness he'd felt just days before.

With a surge of energy, he decided that he would make a home-cooked meal for his scheduled dinner date with Rosa instead of ordering in take-out.

As he cooked, his thoughts drifted to Rosa. The memory of her soft touch, her sultry smile, and the way she made him feel utterly desired filled his mind. He couldn't wait to see her reaction to the dinner he'd prepared. It wasn't anything fancy—just some pasta with a homemade sauce—but it was made with care and a desire to impress.

The doorbell rang, pulling Max from his thoughts. With a grin, he wiped his hands on a towel and went to greet her.

"Hey," Rosa said, stepping into the apartment, her eyes bright with excitement. "Something smells amazing."

"Just a simple dinner," Max replied, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her deeply. "I wanted to celebrate you and a generally productive day I had starting up my job search."

Rosa returned his kiss, her hands sliding up his back. "I can't wait for dinner," she murmured against his lips. "And wow! That's amazing you're looking for jobs again."

They ate together, sharing stories of their days, laughter filling the room. After dinner, Rosa helped clean up, her hands occasionally brushing against Max's, sending sparks through him. When they were done, she turned to him, her eyes smoldering with desire.

"You've been such a good boy today," Rosa whispered, her voice husky with lust. "Looking for a job, cooking for us... I think you deserve a reward."

Max swallowed, his pulse quickening as she took his hand and led him to his bedroom. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a few candles placed strategically around the room, casting flickering shadows on the walls.

"And you placed candles around the room? You're such a good boy today, Max."

Rosa pushed him gently onto the bed, her eyes never leaving his as she slowly undressed, revealing her curves in the soft candlelight. Max watched, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes watched her round ass come out of her skirt.

When she was fully naked, Rosa straddled him, her hands on his chest, her weight pressing down on him. "You've made me so proud," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "I want to show you just how much."

With that, she lowered herself onto him. She was already wet, her warmness enveloping him completely. Max groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she began to move, her rhythm slow and sensual at first, then building in intensity.

Rosa shifted, lifting herself up and then squatting down forcefully, her muscles flexing as she dominated him, taking him deeper with each thrust. Max watched, transfixed, as she controlled the pace, her face a mask of concentration and pleasure.

"Feel how tight I am," Rosa panted, her voice ragged with desire. "Feel how much I need you inside me."

Max could barely form words, his mind consumed by the sensations coursing through him. Rosa changed positions, turning around so her back was to him, her hands braced against his thighs. She teased him, rolling her hips, her movements delicate yet powerful, her ass tantalizingly close to his groin.

"Smack my ass," Rosa commanded, her voice firm yet playful. "Show me how much you love this."

Max obeyed, his hand connecting with her flesh with a satisfying smack. Rosa moaned, her body shuddering with pleasure as she continued to ride him, her movements becoming more erratic, more desperate.

"Harder," she gasped, her voice breaking. "Please, Max, harder."

Max complied, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he thrust up into her, matching her frantic pace. Their bodies moved as one, the air thick with the sounds of their passion, the scent of sweat and arousal mingling with the sweet aroma of the candles.

Finally, with a cry that echoed through the room, Max came, his release explosive, his body trembling beneath Rosa's. She collapsed forward, her body slick with sweat, her breathing heavy as she caught her breath.