Chapter Forty Six

Nigel opened the door and Khushi got out of the car. She quickly rushed into UPS and had her package sent out. Khushi had just gotten out the store when her phone rang. Khushi couldn't help but to smirk when she saw Arnav's calling.

"Good afternoon Mr. Raizada," Khushi beamed.

"Playing innocent won't help you angel," he replied.

Khushi looked out to the street to check if there was a car coming and crossed the street. "Playing innocent? Whatever do you mean?"

"Angel," he warned.

Khushi got in the car and it pulled into traffic. "Don't angel me. I've done nothing wrong and you know it. Now I may have, let's say, put you in a situation," Khushi smirked, "but that's about it. And with the last text I sent you, well, I'm proud of myself. So proud, I'm hugging myself again," she said, doing just that. "Now you tell me Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada, what are you going to do about it?"

The car came to a halt and Khushi looked up. She had no idea where they were, though it looked like a run-down area by the water.

"Uh Nigel... where are we," Khushi asked, fear beginning to surface.

Instead of responding, he got out of the car and went around to open the door for Khushi. Khushi just blinked, fear taking over her. Her phone beeped and she looked at it to see that her call had ended because she had no bars. 

With a gulp, Khushi stepped out of the car. Just as she turned to look at Nigel, he grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her along with him.

"What the-? Nigel, where are you taking me," Khushi exclaimed.

She got no response and continued to be pulled along.

Oh my god, Khushi thought. Why has Nigel gone rogue? Where the hell is he taking me? Who is he taking me to? Why kidnap me? I've done nothing wrong- oh my god, am I being held hostage? Are there people after Arnav? Please god, no, please let Arnav be safe!

Khushi got pulled over to the side and was pushed up against a cargo holder.

"Nigel, what the hell are you-?"

Khushi's eyes widened. It wasn't Nigel who had dragged her out here - it was Arnav.

"What the fuck Arnav!" She punched him in the stomach, but it had no affect on him. "What the actual fuck is wrong with you?"

Arnav didn't say anything and just looked at her.

"You fucking scared me to death," she exclaimed, tears threatening to fall. "I thought someone was after you! I thought you were being threatened for money, so they kidnapped me for hostage! For fuck's sake do you have any idea what kind of thoughts ran through my head! If anything happened to you.... Who the hell does something like this?! And why are you smiling?!"

Arnav didn't say anything and continued to smile softly.

"This isn't funny Arnav! Why did you do this? Is this payback for the picture I sent you? Well this is far worse than what I did! In fact, it's beyond! You-"

Arnav cut her off with a kiss, leaving Khushi looking at him with wide eyes. When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against hers, caressing her cheek in his hand.

"I love you," Arnav breathed.

Khushi was confused, but she replied anyway. "I love you too Arnav, but what you did was ridiculous," she said softly, wrapping her arms around his neck to hug him. "Why did you do it?"

Arnav sighed and buried his face in the crook of her neck. "I had a thought earlier and I... I just ended up doing this."

"Why?"

"I wanted to see you, so I called Nigel up while you were at UPS and I quickly drove over and switched places with him."

"You're lucky he wears a chauffeur's hat," Khushi muttered.

Arnav chuckled and his breath tickled Khushi along her neck.

"What were you thinking earlier," Khushi asked.

Arnav pulled back. "That thought is for another day, another time."

Khushi frowned. "Arnav, you can't just tell me you had a thought, kidnap me, and then leave me hanging."

"No, but it's a start. I want you to get to know me."

Khushi caressed his face. "Well if you ask me, I'd say I'm the only person who truly knows you."

"True, but not everything about me."

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

Arnav held her hand. "Follow me."

Khushi nodded and she followed beside Arnav. They walked around a bit, but Khushi had no idea where they were, nor why they were here.

What does this place have to do with him, Khushi wondered.

Arnav came to a halt and so did Khushi.

"Arnav, what are we doing here," Khushi asked softly.

Arnav glanced around at the place, nothing but empty shipping cargo holders around. "A part of my past is here. Of who I used to be."

Arnav turned to look at her. "I used to bring my submissives here."

Khushi's eyes widened and she quickly tried to hide it. "Here," she said, though she ended up stuttering.

"Yes, here."

Arnav released her hand and walked around. "I used to bring some of my submissives here - those who could handle it and-slash-or wanted it."

"What would you do to them?"

Arnav went over to one of the cargo holders and opened it up. Khushi went behind him and looked inside the massive, empty holder.

"I'd keep them in here," Arnav simply said.

Khushi looked at him with wide eyes.

"They'd stay here, night after night, with food and water if provided, naked."

"Naked?"

Arnav nodded. "It's what they loved. To be treated like a well, taken-cared pet."

Khushi nodded in acknowledgement and looked at the holder. She gulped and stepped in. She went to the middle and looked around, wondering what it would have been like to stay here night after night.

"To tell you the truth, I never understood why people like stuff like this," she said, waving her hand to gesture her surroundings. "I've seen a lot of stuff on Tumblr where Dominant's have kept their submissives in cages, or in this case, cargo holders. But I never truly understood it."

"It's mostly their fantasy. Submissives know what they want and the type of person they want to be dominated by. They know how they want to play, and if they want to be caged, or be treated as a pet, they'll find someone to do just that."

Khushi nodded in acknowledgement.

"The last submissive I had in here wanted this. When we first met, she told me she had to have that. She wanted to be treated as if she were my pet because that's how she liked to be dominated. The way she thought of it was that she was a little kitty."

"A kitty?"

Arnav nodded. "She even had a tail."

"A tail!"

"Yup. It's a butt plug with a furry tail."

Khushi couldn't help but to imagine herself naked with a tail, wearing a headband with cat-like ears.

She snapped out of thought. "What was it like with her?"

Arnav shrugged. "Typical. The day would start and I'd come here around 9 in the morning. She'd have to be awake, and she had to be trained to wake up at that time on her own without an alarm clock. I'd come in and give her breakfast. While she ate... I would pet her."

Khushi pursed her lips, understanding that by petting, it was something way beyond how you'd pet a kitty.

"How did that work?"

"Since she thought of herself as a kitty, she'd be given milk for breakfast. If she didn't finish by the time she..."

Khushi understood what he was trying to say.

"Then she wouldn't get anything to eat or drink for lunch. She'd stay trapped in here, since it was always kept locked unless I was here, and like a cat, she'd wander around the holder and would take kitty naps."

"When would you see her again?"

"Well, if she had finished her breakfast, I'd leave her lunch before leaving to work. And if she didn't, then I would just leave. I wouldn't come back till 6, unless I had work to deal with. When I would go to see her at that time, I would... relieve my stress," he said in a low voice.

Khushi pursed her lips and looked down.

"If she behaved, then she would be rewarded. If she didn't, then she would get punished."

"How did you punish her?"

"I wouldn't see her for a whole day. If I was in a good mood, I'd leave her a little something to eat and drink. Otherwise, she was on her own."

Khushi looked around the holder again. "What if she had to... you know... number one or two," Khushi said awkwardly.

"She had a litter box."

Khushi's eyes widened.

"But she wasn't really allowed to use it. When I would come to see her, I'd take her out and she'd go take care of her own business. But if she went before I came, she'd always have this guilty look on her face and she would get punished after she got cleaned up."

"Holy crap," Khushi breathed.

"It was her responsibility to take care of her mess. She had disobeyed me and she would be reminded of it while she took care of it."

Khushi held herself. 'What happened to her?"

"I gave her away."

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows. "What do you mean by gave her away?"

"I didn't want her anymore so I gave her away to someone I knew. He's the one who hooked me up with this place."

"What happened to them?"

"They got married and she's still his pet."

Khushi's mouth formed into an O.

"They're very happy. They're, and I quote, expecting our own litter of kitties."

"She's pregnant?"

Arnav nodded.

"What are they going to do after they have the baby?"

"That's up to them."

Khushi nodded in acknowledgement, then looked at him. "Why are you telling me all of this," she said softly.

"This way you'll know me."

"I already know you."

"Not all of me."

Khushi stepped forward and went over to Arnav. "I know enough."

"It's not enough for me."

Khushi tilted her head. "What do you expect to get out of this?"

Arnav didn't say anything and looked down.

"Arnav I've learned more about you than anyone else in the world. I don't need to know what you've done to your submissives in the past to understand you. Because I know that its what happened before all of this, that has made you who you are today." She caressed his face and tilted it up. "I love you and accept you just the way you are. I accept your past and I accept with what you've done. As long as you don't keep me trapped in here, I'm good," she smiled, trying to lighten up the mood.

"That's the thing Khushi - I could never do this to you." He reached out and cupped her face in his hands. "Ever since I realized that I loved you, I couldn't think of doing anything else, but loving you."

Khushi felt her heart melt.

"All this stuff I used to do - I don't need it anymore. The mere thought of doing this to you scares me. I don't want you to leave me. Ever again."

"And I won't," Khushi smiled softly. "You could tell me everything you've done with your past submissives, and it won't do a thing. Because I know that the difference between me and them is that you love me. You cared for them, yes, but of all the women you've met in your life, you've only loved me."

"And I always will."

Khushi smiled softly and kissed him. Arnav wrapped his arms around her, placing his hands on her back. Khushi entangled her fingers in his hair and sighed in content.

Arnav pulled away. "Let's get you home."

Khushi pulled back. "Oh crap, what time is it? The designer is coming today! And why didn't you tell me about it?"

"I'm sorry, I totally forgot. I've been... preoccupied."

"All this work will make you grow old quicker," Khushi teased.

Arnav smirked. "Let's go, young lady."

Khushi chuckled and followed Arnav back to the car. She took of his hat and placed it on her head.

"I have to admit, you look hot with Nigel's hat," Khushi said.

"Do I need to change Nigel's uniform?"

Khushi chuckled and sat in the passengers seat. "Nope. It just looks good on you."

"Me as a chauffeur - am I to assume role play?"

"Oh my god! Arnav," and she playfully hit his shoulder.

Arnav just chuckled, his boy-ish charm on display.

"By the way, why are you in a black suit? I'm pretty sure you were in navy blue this morning."

Arnav started up the car and drove. "I had to change. I had a little incident."

"Oh? Like what?"

Arnav reached out and held her hand. "Let's just say that the picture you sent me, did things to me."

Khushi patted herself on her shoulder. "Job well done Ms. Gupta."

Arnav glanced at her and Khushi noticed a gleam in his eyes. It instantly went away and Khushi couldn't help but to wonder what that was.

What was he thinking about?

Chapter Forty Five

Khushi taped up a cardboard box and plopped down in Arnav's chair with a sigh. "No more textbook rentals ever again!"

As it was finals week, Khushi was finally free from all the torture, having just finished her last test. As soon as she got back to the penthouse, she rounded up all her books in Arnav's home office, printed out receipts, and was ready to ship all her books back.

Khushi leaned forward and put her arms over the box. "If I see another textbook, I'm gonna vomit on it."

Etta came walking in with a duster. "Should I be worried," she chuckled.

"So long as I don't see one," Khushi winked.

"Well Mr. Raizada's are gone, so you won't see his. If you'd like, I can have Nigel take the box to UPS."

"Would he mind? I remember seeing on Arnav's calendar that an interior designer is coming?"

"Oh yes! Mr. Raizada must have forgotten! He had contracted a designer to redo the penthouse over the summer."

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows. "Hmm, he never mentioned it to me."

"He must have forgotten. After all there is only one thing, or rather one person on his mind these days," she smiled softly.

Khushi looked down, blushing softly. "So there's gonna be work done here over the summer."

"Yes, and I will make sure everything goes well."

"It's a good thing this place is big. That way I can avoid all that smell from paint and what not, holing myself up in a room. It makes me nauseous! The thought of it makes me wanna puke."

Etta chuckled. "You won't have to camp out in a room. Mr. Raizada probably won't be here."

Khushi tilted her head with a frown. "Really?"

Etta put her duster down and went over to Khushi. "He hasn't said anything?"

Khushi shook her head.

"Then maybe he has a surprise trip planned," Etta gushed.

Khushi took that into thought. A trip? How come he hasn't said anything about any of this?

"He's probably waiting for the right moment," Etta smiled.

"Well," Khushi sighed, glancing at the clock, "until then, considering all the time I've got till the designer comes over, I should drop off these books myself."

Etta smiled with a nod. "I'll put the box on the table in the foyer and let Nigel know to keep the car ready."

"Thanks Etta," Khushi smiled, heading to the door. "Can you believe how hot it is today. I just might faint," Khushi chuckled.

Etta chuckled. "All this talk about fainting and puking reminds me of when my sister got pregnant."

Khushi had just stepped out of the library when Etta said that, causing Khushi to pause. She looked back at Etta, but she was cleaning up Arnav's desk. Khushi turned away and quietly headed back to Arnav's room.

Vomiting? Fainting? Pregnant, Khushi exclaimed in her head.

Khushi paused in the gallery and looked into the bedroom. She thought of the night before and of other intimate moments with Arnav.

I can't be pregnant, Khushi thought. I've still got commencement and a career to start!

She went into the room and sat on the bed.

I am not pregnant! I'm just letting things get to my head! Arnav and I have always been careful, so there is no way!

Needing a distraction and a clear mind, Khushi took a quick shower. She got out of the shower and went over to the mirror to blow dry her hair. Just as she finished drying her hair, she saw her phone light up, playing the Kim Possible sound, alerting her of a text. She picked it up and saw that there was a text from Arnav.

I'm in a meeting with idiots

Please come here and distract me

Khushi smiled.

I'm not sure of what I could do xoxo

She headed to the dressing room to pick out a dress when her phone pinged.

I can think of a few ways ;)

She shook her head. Oh Arnav!

And what's that? xoxo

A response came immediately.

Come and find out ;)

Oh? Khushi decided to play a little game.

I'd love to cum but I have some things I need to take care of first xoxo

That should do the trick.

I know what you're trying to do angel

"Trying to do"? I've done nothing Sir, honest xoxo

Playing games won't help you angel

Is that so?

Playing games? Me? I would do no such thing! I'm just, let's say, tied up, with a few things xoxo

Khushi beamed as she sent the text. And as she expected, her phone pinged immediately.

Angel...

Khushi giggled as she let go of her towel, letting it drop to the floor.

What? *saying it innocently* Now stop bothering me, I have some errands to run and if you keep bothering me, I'll end up standing here all day, wet with no clothes on xoxo

"There we go. That ought to do it," Khushi smiled to herself.

She looked at her dresses and picked out a sleeveless royal blue shift dress. It was light enough for the hot weather, yet casual for when the designer came. Just as Khushi had unzipped the dress, her phone chimed.

I'm in a meeting with 6 other men here, and I'm hard as fuck!

Khushi burst into laughter, picturing the scenario in her head - Arnav sitting uncomfortably at the head of the table in the conference room, with 6 old men blabbing away in front of him.

Aww, poor you! xoxo

I keep having to readjust myself thanks to the picture in my head! Good thing everyone else is busy howling at each other

As for you angel, you're in trouble

Khushi grinned as she made her way to the bathroom and picked up the lotion. She went back into the dressing room and texted Arnav back.

Me? Whatever did I do? All I said was that I've got errands to run and that I'm naked. Now stop bothering me, I have to put lotion on xoxo

Fuck! Why are you torturing me?!

Khushi grinned, putting lotion on her arms.

Moi? xoxo

-_-

Khushi laughed, now focusing on her body.

Arnav, I'm only telling you what I'm currently doing. That's not a crime. I mean is it wrong of me to tell you that I'm putting lotion on my legs?

Khushi put her phone down and felt proud of herself. That definitely should do the trick!

Just as Khushi finished putting lotion on, her phone rang, displaying Arnav's picture. Khushi made the smile on her face disappear and tried to seem casual before she picked up the phone.

"Hello," she said casually.

"What the hell are you trying to do to me? I just had readjust myself again!"

"Um, aren't you in a meeting?"

"I excused myself to get a hold on you!"

"A hold on moi? Whatever for," she asked innocently.

"Angel," he said in a warning tone.

"And like an angel, I'm innocent! Not my fault if you can't take the facts like they are."

"Angel-"

"I mean come on Arnav! All I said was that rubbing lotion on my thighs. Is that so wrong," she said innocently.

Arnav took a sharp breath. "Angel, I know what you're trying to do-"

"And that would be nothing! Now hurry up, I need to put my clothes on so I can go out," she said, breaking into a smile, knowing how badly that would affect Arnav.

Arnav let out his breath. "You are going nowhere but here. My office. Now!"

Khushi sighed. "Sorry m'darling, can't. Errands to run, remember?"

"Angel I mean it-"

"Gotta go love, stores won't stay open forever. I love you, bye," and she hung up on him.

Feeling proud of herself, she gave herself a hug, patting herself on her shoulder.

That was just too fun!

Just as Khushi was about to put on her dress, her phone chimed.

This isn't over angel -_-

Khushi pursed her lips and an idea flew into her head. 

Once her plan was complete, Khushi headed out, holding the box full of textbooks in her hands. Nigel was waiting at the car and just as Khushi sat down, she responded to Arnav's text and sighed in content, smiling proudly.

Arnav's meeting had ended and he was finally alone, at his desk. His secretary had just gone off to lunch, leaving Arnav alone for a while. He took off his jacket and tie, and undid the top two buttons of his shirt. He decided to call Khushi again so he could finish up what she had started. Just as he picked up his phone it vibrated, displaying that he had gotten a text. He unlocked his phone and saw that it was a text from Khushi.

You're right, it isn't... and it never will be ;) xoxo

There was an image attached and Arnav's eyes widened. He tapped on it to enlarge it and his eyes almost fell out. The picture was of Khushi, sitting on a chair in the dressing room, her long hair falling in front of her shoulders, wearing nothing but a pair of black pumps, with her legs spread wide, one hand holding her phone to take the picture, while the other held the chair in between her legs, covering her most feminine part. 

Arnav let out a sharp breath as he stared at the picture. Although none of her intimate parts were exposed, Arnav felt his cock hardening, growing thick and heavy. He quickly rushed into the en-suite bathroom and placed his phone on the counter. He couldn't stand it another second and quickly undid his pants so he could relieve himself. His hand pumped over his cock while he screwed his eyes shut. He could visualize Khushi in front of him, sitting on a chair, touching herself, teasing him. Arnav grunted as he violently jerked his cock, unable to get that visual out of his head. Because of that, it didn't take long and he came violently, spurting out onto his clothes.

"Fuck," Arnav roared.

Arnav breathed heavily as he came down from his high, his clothes and hand completely messy. With his other hand, he ran it through his sweaty hair, tilting his head back. Arnav washed up his hands and face, then held onto the basin. He looked at his phone and stood up straight, looking into the mirror.

Arnav breathed heavily. "I will never let it end."