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?