You stood in the base's training hall. The light from the Energon lamps reflected softly off the metal, creating an almost intimate atmosphere. Rodimus, as usual, stood in his unwavering stance — tall and proud, his armor gleaming in the lamplight. He was examining the training map, trying to concentrate, when you approached him, legs slightly apart, holding your ground confidently.

You looked him straight in the eye, your lips curling slightly into a sly smile, and your voice sounded like a command, even and commanding:

"On your knees, boy."

The pause lasted only a moment. Rodimus, accustomed to his authority and leadership, froze, as if hearing the command for the first time. And then, almost instinctively, he slowly but completely obeyed — his knees touched the floor, his gaze lifting slightly to you with a mixture of surprise and admiration.

You stepped closer, hands on your hips, leaning forward slightly. Rodimus's optics glowed a soft blue, reflecting surprise and growing arousal at your sudden dominance.

"That's it," — you continued, your voice softly but firmly rolling through the room, as if it were your territory.

"Always listen to me when I speak. Understood?"

He nodded slightly, almost like an obedient dog, completely immersed in your influence. Even his usual pride and leadership aura dissolved in this moment, leaving only a moment of pure submission.

You grinned, resting your hand on his shoulder, lightly running your fingers over his armor.

"That's how it should be. Never forget who's boss here."

He looked up at you, his eyes softening slightly, but a flicker of genuine admiration flickered in them. Even such a powerful leader as Rodimus Prime was completely yours — at least for this moment. And this feeling of power, control, and effortless play brought a quiet, almost satisfied smile to your lips.