"Turn around," Rob's voice was a low murmur, filled with a playful command that sent a shiver down Melissa's spine. She complied, her heart racing with anticipation. As she turned, she found herself staring into the candle-lit bedroom beckoning to her. Without a word, Rob stepped closer, his hands moving with a gentle yet firm touch. One hand rested on her ass, grabbing a handful and giving her a good squeeze, His other hand slid around her body and came to rest on her breast. She could feel the warmth of his freshly washed body radiating against her skin. Rob pinched her nipple lightly and whispered in her ear. “Now it's time to truly awaken you," his breath warm against her ear. The combination of his words and the sudden, sharp pinch made Melissa gasp, a mix of surprise and pleasure.

With a playful smack that echoed softly in the room, he guided her, "Step back into the bedroom." His tone was inviting, filled with promise. Melissa, caught in the moment, felt a thrill. She stepped forward, the threshold of the bedroom looming like a gateway to something more, something deeply personal and exhilarating. “I’ve never seen a sight so beautiful and inviting Melissa. I want to give you everything you deserve.”

"Melissa," he began, his voice firm yet gentle, "I need you to fetch a pad of paper and a pen from my office downstairs. Be quick and hurry back.”

Melissa's heart fluttered with excitement at the command. "Yes, Rob," she replied eagerly, her voice tinged with the thrill of obedience. She loved this moment, where a simple task transformed into an act of submission and service.

Melissa made her way to the staircase, her steps light and quick. The house felt different tonight, every shadow seemed deeper, every sound more pronounced. As she descended, the cool air of the basement office greeted her, sending a shiver down her spine that was as much from excitement as from the temperature. Goosebumps arose on her naked skin and caused her nipples to stiffen. Entering the office, Melissa was met with the familiar sight of Rob's sanctuary. The large, dark wooden desk dominated the room, its surface polished to a shine, reflecting the soft light from the desk lamp. The leather chair behind it was turned slightly to the side, as if waiting for its master.

Her eyes scanned the room, landing on the bookshelves that lined one wall. The spines of the books were a mosaic of colors and textures, titles on US History, exotic travel destinations, and human sexuality catching her eye. Each book represented a piece of Rob's mind, his interests, his desires.

Spotting the pad of paper and pen on a corner of the desk, Melissa approached with reverence. She picked up the items, her fingers brushing against the cool wood. Holding them, she felt a connection to Rob, as if she were handling extensions of his will.

With the pad and pen in hand, Melissa turned to leave, her mission accomplished. As she ascended the stairs, her heart beat faster, not just from the exertion but from the anticipation of pleasing Rob.

Upon returning to the bedroom, she found Rob seated on the bed, his posture relaxed yet commanding. Rob pointed at the large black leather chair next to their bed. He had turned the chair to better face the bed. “Sit” he commanded. “You have some notes to take. If we are going to do this we need some ground rules.”

With a sense of anticipation, she approached the chair. The leather was inviting, its deep, rich color absorbing the light, promising a tactile experience unlike any other. Melissa paused for a moment, feeling the warm air whisper over her body, heightening her awareness of every sensation.

Slowly, she lowered herself onto the chair. The initial contact was electric; the cold leather against her warm skin sent a shiver up her spine. As she settled deeper, the chair conformed to her shape, the leather yielding just enough to cradle her. The texture was smooth, almost silky, yet there was a firmness that spoke of quality and durability. The sensation was both luxurious and slightly daring. Here, in this private sanctuary, the world outside seemed distant. The leather, cool at first, began to warm with her body heat, creating an intimate embrace. Melissa leaned back, the chair supporting her in a way that felt both decadent and comforting.

She closed her eyes, letting her other senses take over. The faint scent of leather filled her nostrils, a mix of newness and something deeply primal. The sound of her own breathing seemed amplified, each breath a reminder of her aliveness, her solitude, and her connection to the moment. As she sat there, the initial chill of the leather transformed into a gentle warmth, mirroring her own rising body temperature. The feeling was one of being enveloped, not just by the chair, but by a sense of luxury and freedom. In this moment, she was Free from the everyday, wrapped in an experience that was both sensory and emotional.

Melissa cleared her throat and whispered “I’m ready Rob.” She sat up in the chair, eager to take notes as commanded. She gazed at Rob. He was relaxed in his white robe, sitting confidently atop the purple sheets. She noticed his cock was already beginning to swell again. Soon he would be ready to go and she could not wait to feel him inside of her.

Rob began, his voice deep and his speech slow. “We will have a set of rules that are to be followed whenever this type of play is initiated. If rules are not followed there will be consequences.” Rob gazed at her sitting in the plush chair. “Spread your legs for me, let me see your pussy,” he commanded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the air.

Melissa complied, her heart pounding in her chest, the vulnerability of the position making her feel both powerful and powerless. Rob's eyes traveled over her, not just looking, but seeing her, with an intensity that felt like a physical touch. His stare was fire, igniting her skin wherever it landed, a silent conversation of desire and anticipation passing between them.

"Touch yourself," Rob's voice was a deep, resonant command that seemed to echo in the quiet room.

Melissa's heart raced. The vulnerability of her position, combined with the directive, sent a wave of nervous excitement through her. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes locking with his. His gaze was intense, a fiery blend of passion and desire that seemed to pierce through her, igniting a warmth that spread from her core.

Slowly, she complied, her movements tentative at first. The sensation of her own touch, under his watchful eyes, was electrifying. It was as if his stare was a tangible force, guiding her, encouraging her. His eyes never wavered; they were locked on her, absorbing every detail, every reaction.

Being watched by Rob felt like being the center of a universe where only desire existed. His stare was not just observant; it was possessive, appreciative, and overwhelmingly passionate. Each flicker of emotion that crossed her face, every slight change in her breathing, was met with a deepening of his gaze, as if he was trying to memorize the very essence of her pleasure.

“Faster Melissa, show me how turned on you are.” Rob’s cock was swelling back to full erection. He slowly stroked the length of it while watching Melissa pleasure herself.

Melissa felt a mix of emotions; there was the thrill of being the object of such intense focus, a sense of empowerment in her own vulnerability, and a deep, throbbing pulse of excitement that his eyes seemed to stoke higher with every passing second. In that moment, under his intense, passionate stare, she was both exposed and exalted, a paradox of feelings that merged into a singular, overwhelming sensation of being completely, utterly desired. Her fingers were now pumping in and out her pussy and she watched Rob stroke. She matched her speed to his and imagined his cock was pumping into her. As she neared orgasm his voice pierced her ecstasy. 

“Stop. Time to take notes,” he said with a smile and a slight laugh. “This will be discussed in detail in the rules. Are you ready?”

Melissa’s skin was flush, her body on the edge of orgasm. Her fingers were wet from her pussy. She gripped the pen in her sticky fingers and waited to begin.

Rob dictated the rules to Melissa, which she enthusiastically wrote down. They are listed here as dictated.

1. Morning Routine.  On the days you wish to submit you will wake up at 6 AM. You will then shower and shave. After the shower hang the key around your neck. Next, you will be required to prepare breakfast as follows: two scrambled eggs, topped with ½ ounce of sharp cheddar cheese and served with an english muffin that has been toasted for 2 ½ minutes. One slice topped with 10 grams of butter and the other with 15 grams of peanut butter. After I have had my breakfast, you will need to clean up the breakfast dishes. This establishes our roles for the day ahead.
2. Dress Code.  I will wear a suit to work that day. You may wear whatever you wish while I am at work but will be changed into the outfit I have set aside for you to wear during our session.
3. Communication.  During our sessions you will address me as “Sir” and I shall address you as “Melissa” or “Muse”. This is to acknowledge our roles for the evening. If at any time you wish to stop speak the word “tomato”. If you wish to slow down without stopping you will say “banana”.
4. Rules. Rob will give instructions throughout the session that are to be obeyed without question. They will fall within any mutually agreed boundaries. Failure to follow the instructions will lead to punishment of Rob’s choosing. If Melissa is unsure of the instructions refer to rule #5. 
5. Feedback. You may ask permission at any time to discuss our actions if you need clarification.
6. After Care.  When our session ends there will be ample time for cuddling, discussion and bathing. After this we will put away the key and return to our normal dynamic.

When he finished with the rules Rob stood and approached Melissa, still seated in her leather sanctuary. He reached out, taking the paper and pen from Melissa. “Later you can type this up, get it framed and hang it on the wall.” He tossed the pad of paper over his shoulder and threw the pen onto his night stand. “We won’t need these tonight.”

For a moment, they simply looked at each other, the silence speaking volumes of their understanding, their agreement. This was their space, their time, where the usual rules of the world didn't apply.

Rob broke the silence, his voice low but clear. "Melissa," he said, the word carrying weight, "suck my cock while you finger yourself." The command was direct, devoid of any unnecessary preamble. It was a testament to their relationship, one built on trust, consent, and a deep understanding of each other's desires. Melissa felt a rush, not just of arousal but of empowerment. Here, in this moment, she was both the subject and the object of desire, an active participant in their shared fantasy.

She scooted to the edge of the chair, before him, her hands reaching for his robe, slowly pushing it aside, revealing him to her. As she took his cock into her mouth, she felt the familiar thrill, the power of giving and receiving pleasure. Her other hand moved between her legs, her touch gentle at first, then more insistent, matching the rhythm she set with her mouth. She was still wet from his earlier instructions.

Rob watched her, his hand gently resting on her head, not pushing, just a connection, a reminder of his presence. His breath hitched, a silent encouragement. The room was filled with the soft sounds of their intimacy, each movement, each breath, a part of their shared language.

Time seemed to stretch, each second filled with sensation. Melissa felt herself getting lost in the act, the dual focus on giving and receiving pleasure creating a feedback loop of intensity. Rob, for his part, was equally engrossed, his senses heightened by the sight of Melissa, by the feel of her.

After what felt like an eternity, Rob gently pulled away, helping Melissa to her feet. He kissed her, deeply, tasting himself on her lips, a shared intimacy that spoke more than words ever could.

Rob, with a glint of desire in his eyes, found the curves of her hips. His touch was firm, possessive, as he lifted her effortlessly, her feet leaving the ground. Melissa, caught in the surge of this new energy, wrapped her arms around his neck, her breath hitching with anticipation.He raised her, her feet now propped on the edge of the chair, her body aligned perfectly with his. The usual tenderness was replaced by a fierce need, a hunger that had been simmering beneath their usual soft exchanges. Rob's grip tightened, not out of force but out of a deep, primal desire to connect in a way they hadn't before.

Rob’s cock slid easily into Melissa’s wet pussy, parting the lips and pushing deep inside her. Their lovemaking began with an aggressive fervor, unlike anything they had experienced. Rob's movements were strong, each thrust of his cock a testament to the passion that had been building, perhaps unnoticed, in the quiet moments of their daily life. Melissa, her back arched slightly, met his intensity with her own, her fingers digging into his shoulders, urging him closer, deeper.

The leather chair creaked under the rhythm of their bodies, the sound blending with their heavy breaths and the occasional moan that escaped Melissa's lips. This wasn't just physical; it was a dance of emotions, a release of pent-up energy that transformed their usual romantic encounters into something wilder, more untamed.

As they moved together, the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the heat of their bodies and the sound of their synchronized breathing. The aggression in their lovemaking wasn't born from anger or frustration but from a deep-seated passion, a reminder of the fire that could still burn brightly between them.

Rob stopped short of orgasm, gently lowered Melissa back onto the chair, their breaths still ragged, their bodies slick with sweat. They looked into each other's eyes, seeing not just the lover they knew but also the wild, untamed part of each other they had just explored.

Rob stepped aside, his cock wet from Melissa’s pussy. “Stand up, Muse,” he commanded. She stood before him, her knees weak from pleasure. “Lay on the bed and beg me to let you cum. Tell me why I should give you that gift.”