I was nervous as fuck when I first messaged you on that kinky website. I was 25, and you were 26, and I had never done anything like this before.
The room was filled with an intoxicating mix of anticipation and the scent of leather. Ansh, my Dom Master, stood tall and commanding, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger. He was the epitome of power and control, a god in his own right, and I, Rahul, was his willing slave.
"On your knees, slave," Ansh commanded, his voice a deep, resonating rumble that sent shivers down my spine. I obeyed without hesitation, my heart pounding in my chest as I knelt before him. He was my master, my teacher, my everything. I trusted him implicitly, knowing he would push me to my limits but never beyond.
Ansh stepped closer, his leather boots creaking with each step. He reached out, his fingers tracing the contours of my face, a slow, deliberate touch that sent electric jolts through my body. "You've been a good slave, Rahul," he said, his voice a soft purr. "I think it's time we take things to the next level."
He produced a pair of handcuffs, the cold metal glinting under the dim light. My heart skipped a beat, my breath hitching in my throat. "Yes, Master," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. He fastened the cuffs around my wrists, the cold metal a stark contrast to the warmth of his touch.
Ansh led me to the bed, his grip firm and unyielding. He pushed me down, my body sinking into the soft mattress. He straddled me, his weight pressing me down, his eyes never leaving mine. "Tonight, you're mine, Rahul," he said, his voice a low growl. "I'm going to fuck you, claim you, make you mine."
He leaned down, his lips crashing against mine in a brutal, passionate kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, a sensual invasion that left me breathless. He pulled away, his lips trailing down my neck, leaving a scorching path of fire in their wake.
Ansh's hands roamed my body, his touch a mix of pain and pleasure that left me gasping for more. He pinched my nipples, the sharp pain sending jolts of pleasure straight to my cock. "You like that, don't you, slave?" he asked, his voice a low, seductive whisper.
"Yes, Master," I replied, my voice a desperate whimper. He continued his sensual assault, his hands roaming my body, his lips following close behind. He moved lower, his fingers tracing the outline of my cock through my pants. "You're mine, Rahul," he said, his voice a low growl. "Every inch of you belongs to me."
He unzipped my pants, his fingers brushing against my cock. I moaned, the sensation sending electric jolts through my body. He pulled my cock out, his fingers wrapping around my shaft. He stroked me, his grip firm and unyielding. "You're so hard for me, slave," he said, his voice a low, seductive purr.
He moved lower, his lips trailing down my chest, his tongue flicking against my nipples. He moved lower still, his lips brushing against my cock. He took me into his mouth, his lips wrapping around my shaft. He sucked me, his tongue swirling around my cock, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.
Ansh pulled away, his lips leaving my cock with a wet pop. He reached into his bag, producing a bottle of lube and a dildo. "I'm going to fuck you, Rahul," he said, his voice a low, seductive whisper. "I'm going to claim you, make you mine."
He lubed up the dildo, his fingers moving with a practiced ease. He positioned it against my ass, the cold metal sending shivers down my spine. He pushed it in, the sensation a mix of pain and pleasure that left me gasping for more.
Ansh moved the dildo in and out, his movements slow and deliberate. He added another, the sensation of being filled sending jolts of pleasure through my body. "You're mine, Rahul," he said, his voice a low growl. "Every inch of you belongs to me."
He moved the dildos faster, the sensation a mix of pain and pleasure that left me gasping for more. He added a third, the sensation of being filled sending jolts of pleasure through my body. "You're mine, Rahul," he said, his voice a low growl. "Every inch of you belongs to me."
Ansh pulled the dildos out, the sensation of emptiness sending a shiver down my spine. He positioned himself against me, his cock pressing against my ass. He pushed in, the sensation of being filled sending jolts of pleasure through my body.
He moved in and out, his movements slow and deliberate. He moved faster, his cock pounding into me, the sensation of being filled sending jolts of pleasure through my body. "You're mine, Rahul," he said, his voice a low growl. "Every inch of you belongs to me."
He moved faster still, his cock pounding into me, the sensation of being filled sending jolts of pleasure through my body.
