My heart raced as the dress fell away, revealing my naked body to his gaze. Pranay's eyes swept over me, a look of pure possession crossing his face. He pulled me into his arms, his mouth finding mine in a bruising kiss. His hands roamed my body, reacquainting himself with every curve and angle, his touch setting my skin alight.

With a sudden movement, Pranay picked me up, carrying me through the opulent bedroom to the adjoining washroom. The cool marble tiles sent a shiver down my spine, the stark contrast to the warmth of his skin making me gasp. He didn't say a word, his eyes never leaving mine as he set me down on the edge of the bathtub.

My heart racing, I watched as he pulled out a set of handcuffs from the drawer, his expression one of dark determination. He stepped closer, the anticipation in the air thick with unspoken promise. With surprising gentleness, he secured my wrists to an iron rod that jutted out from the wall, the metal cold and unyielding. I felt a thrill of fear mingled with excitement as I realized the depth of his dominance.

"Spread your legs," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. I complied, the handcuffs holding me in place as he knelt before me. His tongue traced the path his cock had taken earlier, the sensation sending bolts of pleasure through me. His mouth moved to my clit, sucking and teasing, his hands gripping my thighs as he held me open for his ministrations.

I moaned, my body writhing against the restraints. The cold metal of the handcuffs dug into my skin, the sensation only adding to the intensity of his touch. Pranay's eyes met mine in the reflection of the bathroom mirror, his gaze filled with a hunger that I hadn't seen before. This was a different side of him, a darker, more primal side that I found intoxicating.

"How do you want me to fuck you?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. The question was a challenge, a demand for me to embrace the depth of our connection.

I took a deep breath, my voice a soft whisper. "Slowly," I begged, the word a caress in the stillness of the room. "I want to feel every inch of you, like you're teasing the deepest parts of me. I want my lover boy."

Pranay's smile was one of pure wickedness as he stood, his cock thick and hard. He stepped into the shower, the water steaming around him, the droplets clinging to his sculpted chest. He reached out, tracing a line down my body with his fingers before he positioned himself between my legs. His eyes never left mine as he pushed into me, inch by torturous inch, his gaze holding me captive.

The water ignited us, the heat a stark contrast to the coolness of the handcuffs. His movements were deliberate, each stroke designed to push me closer to the edge. I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed as the sensation became too much to bear. "Look at me," he said, his voice a gentle command that I couldn't ignore.

Our eyes locked in the mirror, the steam blurring our reflections. His cock slid in and out of me with a rhythm that was both maddening and delicious. I felt my orgasm building, my muscles tightening around him. The handcuffs bit into my wrists, a constant reminder of my vulnerability, my submission to his desires.

Pranay's hand moved to my throat, his grip firm but not painful. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice a dark promise that sent a thrill through me. "Say it."

"I'm yours, my lover boy," I gasped, the words slipping out as if pulled by the very force of his will. His eyes flared with satisfaction, his grip tightening slightly.

Pranay's cock grew even thicker, filling me completely, stretching me to the point of discomfort, yet I craved more. His slow, deliberate strokes had me panting, my eyes never leaving his in the mirror. The heat from the shower enveloped us, the steam obscuring the edges of the room, leaving us in our own private world of passion and power.

With one hand on my throat and the other on my hip, Pranay began to move faster, his strokes deep and relentless. The water sluiced over our bodies, mixing with our sweat to create a slick symphony of desire. I could feel the tension building, my toes curling as the first waves of orgasm crashed through me. "Again," he demanded, his voice a harsh whisper.

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned, my eyes never leaving his. I pushed back against him, meeting his every thrust with an eagerness that surprised even me. The handcuffs dug deeper into my skin, but the pain only served to heighten my pleasure. His eyes never left mine, the connection between us a live wire of power and passion.

Pranay's grip on my throat tightened, not enough to cut off my air, but enough to make me feel the weight of his dominance. His other hand moved to my clit, his thumb circling it with a precision that had me panting and begging for more. "That's my good girl," he murmured, his voice a dark caress.

My body responded to his commands, my orgasm building with each twirl of his thumb. The handcuffs held me in place as he fucked me, my legs shaking with the effort of staying upright. His cock was a relentless force, claiming me in a way that no one ever had before. And yet, as much as I craved his dominance, there was a part of me that yearned to show him my own strength.

Gathering the last of my willpower, I pushed back against him, my hips slamming into his with an intensity that surprised even me. His grip tightened, but instead of the fear I had anticipated, I felt a thrill of excitement. This was our dance, our ritual, and I was an equal partner.

"I want to be your baby girl," I whispered, the words slipping out of my mouth with a vulnerability that made my heart ache. Pranay's eyes searched mine, his expression unreadable. But the slight hitch in his breathing told me he felt the gravity of my admission.

He leaned in, his warm breath tickling my ear. "And what does that mean to you?" he murmured, his voice a velvet caress that sent a shiver down my spine.

"It means that I am yours," I whispered, the words slipping from my lips like a secret shared only between us. "In every way, in every moment, I belong to you."

Pranay's gaze searched mine, the intensity of his stare making my heart race. The handcuffs that bound my wrists above my head were a symbol of our connection, a reminder that even in the most vulnerable moments, I was safe with him. His hand left my throat, instead cradling the side of my face, his thumb brushing over my cheek. "And what does that mean to you?"

I swallowed hard, my voice barely a whisper. "It means that no matter what happens, no matter what we face, I trust you to keep me safe, to take care of me. And in return, I'll be the loyal baby girl you deserve."

Pranay's expression softened, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a gentle smile. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. "I'll always keep you safe, baby," he murmured, his voice a soothing promise that washed over me like a warm embrace.

He released the handcuffs, the metal clinking against the shower edge as my arms fell to my sides. The sudden freedom was almost overwhelming, my body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. He lifted me princess style his strong arms cradling me as if I were the most fragile thing in the world.

The cold air of the bedroom hit my skin like a slap, making my nipples tighten and my skin pebble. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my pussy still throbbing with need. "I want to ride you, Daddy," I demanded, the words coming out more needy than I had intended.

Pranay's eyes lit up with a predatory gleam, the darkness in them making me wetter. He nodded and carried me towards sofa placing me gently. The cool leather was a stark contrast to the heat of my body, and I couldn't help but squirm as he positioned himself beneath me.

Straddling him, I felt his hard cock pressing against my slick pussy, the anticipation of our next act of passion making me quiver with excitement. Our eyes locked as I reached down, wrapping my hand around his length and guiding him into me. He was so big, so thick, and the sensation of his entry was like coming home.

As I began to ride him, my breasts bouncing with every movement, Pranay's hands roamed my body, caressing my curves with a possessive hunger that made me feel like the most desired woman in the world. His fingers dug into my hips, guiding me to move faster, harder, until I was bouncing on his cock with an abandon that was both thrilling and terrifying.

The leather of the sofa was cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat of our bodies. The room was filled with the sound of our skin slapping together, the occasional gasp escaping my lips as he hit just the right spot. His eyes never left mine, the intensity in them a silent promise that we were in this together, bound by our desires and our secrets.

My orgasm was building again, the feeling of his cock inside me sending waves of pleasure crashing through me like a storm at sea. I threw my head back, my hair cascading down my back, and let out a scream of ecstasy that echoed through the opulent room. His hands gripped my hips, his own body taut with the effort of holding back his release.

"Look at me," he demanded, his voice a harsh whisper that sent a thrill through me. I obeyed, my eyes locking onto his as I rode him harder, faster, the leather beneath us sticky with our combined wetness. "You're mine, Meera. Say it."