"Can you stop on an empty road?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Pranay raised an eyebrow but complied, the car coming to a smooth halt on the deserted street. The moon cast long shadows across the pavement, the only witness to our clandestine rendezvous. He turned to me, his eyes questioning but patient.

I slid onto his seat, the leather cool against my bare skin. "I need you now," I said, my voice clear and unwavering. The words hung in the air, a declaration of need that was both thrilling and terrifying. He studied me for a moment, his gaze traveling from my eyes to my lips, and then back again.

Pranay's hand reached out, cupping my cheek, and he leaned in for a kiss that was anything but gentle. His tongue claimed my mouth, his teeth grazing my bottom lip in a silent demand for submission. I melted into him, my body responding to the dominance in his touch.

Our kiss grew more desperate, our breaths mingling in the quiet of the car. His hand slid down my body, unbuttoning my shirt and unclipping my bra. He palmed my breast, his thumb circling my nipple until it was a hard peak of desire. I moaned into his mouth, my hand fumbling with his belt.

"Rough," I whispered against his ear, my breath hot and ragged. "Wild. Give me everything you are, everything I need."

Pranay's eyes flared with a primal hunger, understanding my silent plea. He pushed me back onto the leather seat, his strong hands holding me down as he claimed my mouth in a bruising kiss. His teeth nipped at my lower lip, the slight pain sending a thrill through my veins. This was what I craved—his raw power, his dominance.

Without warning, he thrust into me, his cock filling me to the brink of pain. I screamed out, my body arching off the seat, my nails digging into his back.

Pranay's eyes burned into mine, a wild hunger in their depths that sent a shiver down my spine. He didn't hold back, his strokes deep and unforgiving, each one pushing me closer to the edge. The car's leather creaked under our frantic movements, the only sound in the quiet night.

"More," I begged, my voice a desperate whine. "Harder, Daddy, please."

Pranay's eyes darkened further, his pupils dilating with the challenge in my words. He obliged, his hips slamming into me with a ferocity that had me seeing stars. The car's windows fogged up, obscuring the outside world, leaving us in our own little bubble of passion and power.

His hand moved to my throat, his grip firm and commanding. He held me there, his eyes never leaving mine as he fucked me with a wild abandon that had me trembling with pleasure. The world outside had ceased to exist—it was just us, two predators caught in the throes of a mating dance that was as old as time itself.

I could feel the orgasm building, my body tightening around him, my muscles clenching in a silent plea for release. Pranay's breath grew ragged, his eyes never leaving mine as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. And then it hit me, a crescendo of sensation that had me screaming out his name, my body shaking with the force of it.

In that moment of pure ecstasy, I bit his shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark. It was an animalistic response, a declaration of my own power in this dance of dominance and submission. He growled, his hips stuttering before he found his rhythm again, his own release following mine with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the car.

" Fuck me outside in open. I want to be naked. Under you let everyone know that I belong you. I am your woman. No one can touch me."

I said while he was still moving in me.

Pranay's eyes sparked with excitement. He knew that I was pushing boundaries but he liked it. He liked that I was becoming more comfortable with him and his world. He pulled out and we both got out of the car. The cool night air hit my skin, making me shiver with anticipation.

"You want it all, don't you?" he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You want everyone to know that you're mine."

I nodded, my heart racing at the thought. "Yes, Daddy."

Pranay smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the open field that stretched out before us, the moon casting long shadows that danced around our naked forms. The grass was cool under my feet, the dew kissing my toes as we moved away from the car.

The world was still, the only sound our labored breathing and the distant hoot of an owl. Pranay stopped, his gaze scanning the area before he pushed me down onto the soft earth. The scent of wildflowers filled my nostrils as he positioned himself above me, his cock still hard from our earlier encounter.

"Look at me," he demanded, his voice low and gruff. I obeyed, my eyes locking onto his as he thrust into me again. The sensation was overwhelming, the coolness of the night air on my exposed skin making every touch feel more intense. His hands were like vices around my wrists, keeping me in place as he claimed me, marking me as his in the most primitive way possible.