Chapter Sixty Nine

Before the alarm even went off, Khushi had woken up. It had become a habit now. It was almost 5:30 in the morning and Khushi started to get ready for work. She washed up, took a quick shower, and dried her hair. She put on some quick makeup and ate some breakfast, and before she knew it, it was almost 7. Khushi left the house and headed to the subway to catch her train.

This was Khushi's mornings now, going to work 5 days a week. She would always have to go one hour early to prepare anything for Arn- Mr. Raizada, and he would come in at 9.

Not only would Khushi do the normal things, like get his phone calls, help make his appointments, etc. but Khushi did more. Since they did have special arrangements, Khushi would also act as his submissive, moving to his beckoning. The other day he was on the phone and he had important paperwork to talk about and Khushi knelt to the floor, holding the papers in her mouth while Arnav read some points off of it.

This was her life now, and she loved it. Being able to spend more time with him, professionally or romantically, was all that mattered to her.

The day went on with the usual, Khushi loving every moment of it. At lunch time, the two ate together, and at the end of the day, both left together.

By working, Khushi had managed to earn and save some money for her paychecks to buy a ring for Arnav. It really wasn't so hard to do, since she never got to spend her paycheck, Arnav always beating her to paying for something.

Khushi had her eyes set on a black rhodium plated ring with small diamonds on it. It had stood out to her when she and Lavanya had gone ring hunting on her day off, especially because of the infinity loops accentuated in the ring. Of course, she hadn't told Arnav about it since she wanted to surprise him.

Khushi had finally gotten around to telling everyone about hers and Arnav's engagement, including Shyam. At first, Shyam wasn't as okay with it, but she told her brother that she didn't care what he thought. She did her duty of telling him that she would be marrying the man she loved, and that was it. So Shyam didn't push on it, respecting his sister's wishes.

Since then, the two hadn't said much, but Khushi felt bad and broke the silence between them. She planned on meeting up with him, inviting Anjali just to be safe. Unfortunately for Khushi, Anjali had to cancel on them, leaving just the two of them.

Khushi went to her brother's place so that they could go together. Shyam went to his room to get ready and Khushi waited for him. She looked around his apartment; it was very him with his simple sense of style. There wasn't too much, since Shyam would go down to Florida every now and then for his job.

Khushi looked at some of the pictures on the wall. There were old pictures of them, their parents, some of himself, and-

Shyam's phone began to ring.

"Bhai," she called out.

"Could you check and see who it is?"

"Okay."

Khushi went over to the counter to see who was calling and she froze. She felt her body turn to ice, numbing her.

It's... no... but... why?

Shyam came out of his room, ready to go. "Alright Khushi, let's-"

When Shyam got to the living room, he realized that he was alone; Khushi had left.

What-? Where did Khushi go?

*~*

Khushi walked down the streets, clinging onto her purse. She could only think of what she had just seen at Shyam's place.

After his phone had rang, a text had arrived and Khushi had seen it.

Sure dude, I'll see ya next week. BTW, thanks for her number.

Bhai gave him my number? But why-? Then again it's not like he knows....

Khushi heard her phone ringing, but she refused to pick it up. She knew it had to be Shyam trying to figure out why she had left. So she let it ring continuously, when the ring tone had changed. Taking her phone out,  it was just who she had suspected - Lavanya. Khushi had made sure to keep special ring tones for those of importance, like Arnav and her. Khushi took the call and before she could even speak, Lavanya growled.

"Ugh I hate men!"

Khushi was confused. "What happened now?"

"Aman's a pig head,  that's what!"

"What did he do?"

"Apparently his ex had been texting him for the past few weeks and I'm only finding out now!"

"No!"

"Yes! He said he thought it didn't matter because he wasn't replying to the desperate whore! Can you believe him," she shrieked.

Khushi pursed her lips.

"Like what is wrong with him? Doesn't he realize that keeping secrets breaks a relationship?!"

Khushi's eyes widened.

"Like how stupid can you be?"

It felt as if a huge lump had grown in Khushi's throat and no matter how hard she tried, it wouldn't go away.

"Anyways, how are you doing? Save enough money yet?"

Khushi found her voice. "Y-yeah.  Hey listen, something important just came up so I've got to go."

"Fine. Tell Arnav I said hi."

Khushi nodded and she hung up. Looking up to the sky, she shut her eyes and prayed for strength.

Lavanya was right; secrets broke relationships and Khushi knew it. She had though of keeping hers from Arnav, but now she realized that no matter which way she went, she would lose Arnav no matter what.

It just came down to making one decision - hide it from him and let it come out on its own... or tell him the truth and face him unlike a coward would?

Khushi felt a tear stream down her cheek. What do I do?

*~*

Arnav entered the apartment, back from his jog. He headed straight to the shower, ready to get the ick off of him. Once he was showered and clean, he came out to grab a bite. He decided in making a sandwich. There was a Tupperware filed with chicken salad so he took it out and got some bread. As he prepared his sandwich, the door unlocked and Khushi came in.

"Hey angel. Back already?" Though he was glad. He didn't know why, but there was something about Shyam that made him not like him.

Khushi didn't respond and simply headed to the bedroom. Arnav watched her with confusion and when he heard the bedroom door shut, he went over.

"Angel?" He knocked on the door. "Angel?"

Khushi didn't reply, increasing Arnav's confusion.

"Angel? Open the door."

But Khushi didn't and Arnav was beginning to get angry.

"Khushi! Khushi, you open this door right this minute or I swear I'll-"

The door opened, revealing Khushi in a different outfit. Arnav looked at her confusedly, looking at her scarlet floral dress. She wore black tights beneath it and brown combat boots.

"Wanna go for a drive," she asked.

Arnav was puzzled. He searched her face for answers, but he couldn't read it. So to get his answers, Arnav nodded. "Just let me change."

He changed into a navy blue button down and black jeans, taking his leather jacket in case it got chilly. Khushi took her denim jacket in case she got cold as well.

Arnav had called Nigel to bring the R8 over. When he arrived, Arnav gave him the keys to the Cadillac and Nigel gave him the keys to the R8. Nigel headed back to the CitySpire and Arnav and Khushi headed out.

"So where did you have in mind," Arnav asked.

"Long island."

Arnav looked at her with confusion as she put in the address in his phone on Maps, giving him the driving directions. He wanted to question her on it but chose not to.

He knew that the two of them were different when it came to telling their secrets.

Arnav followed the directions Google gave him, driving far out. They were about 3 hours into the drive when his phone told him that they had arrived to a small town known as Glendale. As he continued to follow the last few driving directions, Arnav couldn't help but to wonder why they were in small town like this. But then he remembered the file he had on Khushi, recalling that it had mentioned her coming from a small town.

Note to self: give Khushi that file.

It was only a matter of minutes until they arrived to their destination - Glendale High School

When the car stopped, Khushi got out first and Arnav followed behind. He stood beside her as she looked up at the high school in front of them.

"For a long time, I've always been asking you of your secrets," Khushi said softly. "And when the time was right, you did. I asked, you answered. ...yet I continued to hide my secrets from you."

Arnav reached out and held her hand, giving it a light squeeze.

Khushi took in a deep breath and looked up at him. "It's time I tell you mine."

Chapter Sixty Eight

"FUCK!"

Khushi's body arched off of Arnav's desk as Arnav clawed at her waist and released his load into her, his body stilling. Khushi landed with a thud, her head to the side as her chest heaved to get oxygen back into her system. Arnav kept his grip on her, his head bowed as he tried to calm his crazy heart.

Khushi looked up at Arnav and he looked at her. "I think I now know why you asked me to come to work with you."

Arnav chuckled and placed a kiss on her lips. "Well... I like this better than my original intentions."

"Oh?" Khushi tired to reach forward, but she couldn't. She looked up and remembered that her hands were restrained, tied back to Arnav's desk's top drawer by his tie.

Arnav reached over and untied her hand. Khushi immediately reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled him close to him and Arnav rested his forehead on hers.

"That was amazing," she blushed.

Arnav smiled and kissed her forehead. "You did well again, angel. You will be rewarded for this as well."

Khushi smiled. "Thank you."

"It was all you angel."

Arnav pulled out of her and picked her up. He carried her to his chair and sat down, having her rest her head on his shoulder. Khushi sighed in content, holding onto him.

"So, what does my angel want?"

Khushi thought about it for a moment. "I don't know... my mind's blank right now. And my brain may be scattered around the room currently."

Arnav chuckled.

"Get back to me later when it's finished restoring."

"Okay," he chuckled.

With breathing back to normal, Arnav stood up again and walked to the ensuite bathroom, and placed her on the counter. He picked up a small towel and wet it before wiping it between her legs. Khushi leaned back on her hands and watched him as he took care of her. She loved it when he took care of her.

"Khushi."

"Hmm?" She knew it wasn't something bad, so she didn't mind him saying her name.

"I want you to be my personal secretary."

Khushi's eyebrows shot up and she leaned forward. Not again. "Arnav-"

"Hear me out first."

Khushi slightly slouched at his demanding tone.

"My temporary secretary recently resigned because she moved back to Kentucky to take care of her parents. She won't be coming back, which means that the position is open. Immediately I thought of you because who better to hire than the person who knows me so well?"

Khushi couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"I know how determined you were on getting a job, and I respect that. The reason why I didn't want you to apply to any other places or go to any interviews before was because I had planned the proposal, as I had mentioned before. Now I'd like for you to take this job."

"But Arnav-"

"This isn't a request Khushi."

Khushi's eyes widened as she looked into his eyes. She could see that he was serious and that this wasn't just Arnav speaking, but her dominant Arnav speaking.

Khushi bowed her head. "Fine."

Arnav caressed her chin and tipped it up, making her look at him. "Do you understand why I'm making you do this?"

Khushi shook her head.

"Because I know you have potential. Khushi, I'm not just giving you the job because you're my fiance, but because I know what you're capable of. If you go to other companies, they'll want to test you and you'll have wasted your time there. Here, you have the ability to advance forward easily."

"Everyone will just think it's because I'm your fiance."

"I don't care about what everyone else thinks. You're the only one that matters to me, and that's it."

Khushi looked down.

"If you'd like, I can treat you as a regular employee. You come to work at your own time, do your work as you should, and get the proper pay."

Khushi met his eyes.

"That is, if that's what you'd like."

Khushi just looked at him for at moment. "So... there would be nothing like this?"

Arnav couldn't help the smirk on his face. "Would you like for it to be?"

Khushi blushed and looked down.

"I'll take that as a yes," and Khushi blushed harder.

Arnav finished cleaning her up and picked her up again. Holding her with one arm, he opened up the wardrobe and reached in for a burgundy dress.

Khushi turned in his hold and looked at it. "You have clothes prepared for me?"

"Yup."

Khushi looked back at him. "For how long?"

"Since I first asked you to work for me."

Khushi frowned. "You really thought I was going to agree weeks ago-"

"I don't mean then."

Khushi was confused. "Then?"

Arnav set her down and pulled a drawer open. Inside the drawer were a variety of silk and lace lingerie. He picked up a matching set of black and had her turn around, then began to dress her up.

"You still haven't answered," Khushi said as he hooked on the bra.

Arnav bent down and tapped her ankle. Khushi picked up her foot one by one and Arnav slipped the lace panties up her legs and stood straight.

"They've been here longer than that," he said.

Khushi turned to him. "Meaning?"

Arnav unzipped the dress and placed it over her head. Khushi put her arms through the sleeves, still waiting for an answer.

"Think about it," he said, running his hand over the dress to straighten it.

Khushi wondered as he turned her around and brought her hair to the front to bring up the zipper.

Since he first mentioned working with him? When was the first-? Oh my....

"...any ideas where you wanna work?"

"I'm not sure. But if I get into a big company, then that would be great. Better pay, you know, so... yeah."

"You seem like a person who's capable of a big company."

"Really?"

"Really. In fact, you'd be perfect for AR."

"...um, I'll keep it in mind?"

Khushi's eyes widened as she turned to meet Arnav's, who was already looking at her. "You mean... since you first asked me out?"

Arnav nodded.

Khushi took in a sharp breath; she didn't know what to say. Arnav looked down and scoffed lightly with a smile.

"How clueless was I back then," he said. "I was in love with you without even knowing it."

Khushi caressed his face and kissed him softly on his lips. "At least you know now."

"That's true," and Khushi smiled.

Arnav smiled and kissed her. "Now come on, we've got to discuss your employment."

"Sure... but I'm not sure if I want to be interviewed by a naked employer," she smirked, her eyes teasing.

Arnav looked down at himself and remembered that he was still naked. "You really mind?"

Khushi frowned at him. "Arnav!" But she was very much humored.

Arnav chuckled. "Okay, I'll get ready. In the meantime, wait for me at my desk."

"Yes Sir," she smiled and she left him behind, teasing with a sway of her hips. "Don't be long," and she walked away.

Khushi went over to the desk and sat in one of the empty chairs. She couldn't believe that she was really going forward with this. But then again, she wanted to spend more time with Arnav, and here was the opportunity.

Arnav soon joined her, wearing a charcoal suit, no tie, the top few buttons undone. Khushi fought the urge to bite her lip.

After all, this was kind of like role play.

"So," Arnav began as he sat in his seat, "you will be my new secretary."

Khushi nodded.

"Do you understand that you will have many responsibilities?"

"Yes Sir, I do."

"And are you willing to do overtime?"

"Yes Sir."

"Do you deem yourself responsible?"

Khushi fought back her frown and nodded. "Yes Sir."

"Good. You're hired."

Khushi's eyes widened. "Really? Thank you so much!"

Arnav nodded with a small smile. "Shall we discuss your pay rate then."

Khushi nodded. "Sure."

"If you have a required pay, you may say so."

"Well... what would you suggest? I really don't have a preference."

"Well my last secretary would get $25 per hour."

Khushi's eyes widened.

"And when she would do overtime, she would get almost about... $40 per hour."

Khushi gulped. Oh my crapola!

"Is that okay? "

"Uh... well... not that I'm exactly complaining- I mean it isn't a complain," she quickly said when Arnav arched his brow. "The thing is... isn't 25 too much?"

Arnav leaned back in his chair. "I find it okay. Now of course it comes down to how hard you work. Do bad and it goes down. Do well, and you get a raise."

Khushi couldn't believe it. How much more could she make?

"So have we come to an agreement?"

Khushi nodded. "Um... yes. I guess we have."

Arnav stood up and so did Khushi. "Welcome to AR Industries."

The two shook hands and by the look in his eyes, Khushi could tell the scene was over and she went around the desk and hugged him with a kiss. Arnav smiled as he kissed her, very happy.

Khushi leaned her forehead on his. I'll work hard for you Arnav. And once I make enough, I'll buy you a ring. I promise.

Chapter Sixty Seven

After these new revelations were made, Arnav had taken Khushi upstairs to the bedroom. They spent the night making sweet, passionate love, though it was ironic to Khushi since they were at a BDSM club. They spent the night there, wrapped in each other's arms.

Khushi awoke to Arnav running his fingers through her hair, making her smile. He gave her a kiss and carried her into the bathroom. Khushi felt her heart bloom as he took care of her, brushing her teeth and washing her up. It was all very sweet, until he had her sit on the toilet.

"You can go now," she said when he didn't move.

"Why? Embarrassed?"

Khushi blushed. "Uh, yes. Now go!"

Arnav crossed his arms. "Khushi its not a big deal."

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Yes it is!"

"You've peed with me in the bathroom before."

"That's because you were in the shower and you always steam it up, so you can't see anything nor hear anything!"

"And?"

"And? Arnav how can you be so casual about it?"

"Because it is."

Khushi felt her bladder kick in. "Arnav please-"

"Just pee Khushi."

"No! Leave!"

"Khushi-"

"Leave, I can't hold it anymore," and she reached out for his arm to push him out, but Arnav moved out of reach.

"Stop being a baby-"

"I am not-!"

Khushi could no longer hold it in and her bladder went steam ho! Khushi crimsoned, completely mortified, while Arnav just stood there as if nothing were going on. When she finished her business and cleaned up after herself, she washed her hands and hid her face in them, absolutely mortified.

Arnav move behind her and held her waist. "Khushi, stop feeling so embarrassed."

"Are you kidding me, that was mortifying!"

"For what? This isn't anything new-"

Khushi turned in his hold. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that I've done this with my submissives before."

"You watched them pee?!"

"I took care of them," he stressed, shaking his head.

Khushi felt stupid and blushed.

"It's not a big deal. It's my job to take care of you." He moved closer to her. "As your future husband and as your Dominant."

Khushi's eyes widened a her eyebrows shot up. "You mean....?"

Arnav nodded and Khushi couldn't believe it! A big smile spread across her face as she threw her arms around him and hugged him.

"Think you, thank you, thank you!!!"

"You're welcome angel. Now let me go."

Khushi did as he said, bringing her arms to her sides.

"Now, I've agreed to this, but things will be slightly different than what I used to do."

"But-"

Arnav cocked his eyebrow and Khushi quieted down, not to mention feel her insides bubble.

"It's different between us. Which means that this will be different as well. Okay?"

Khushi nodded.

"I didn't hear you."

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

Khushi bit her lip. "Yes Sir."

Arnav smiled. "Good," and he kissed hr forehead. "Now come on, into the shower we go."

Khushi entered the shower, Arnav behind her. The water came cascading down on the two, Khushi jumping to the sudden cold. Arnav held her to him, Khushi enjoying his warmth. It all felt perfect for Khushi.

Arnav pulled away and Khushi looked up at him. "Clean me."

Khushi frowned." What?"

"Clean me."

Arnav picked up the body wash and loofa, and gave it to her. Khushi looked at them for a moment before her brain kicked into motion. She squeezed some soap onto the loofa and did as she was instructed. As she did, she remembered one of the BDSM blogs she had read some time ago, of a wife who was her husband's submissive and did things like this and much more. She looked up at him with a smile and Arnav looked at her with pride. It made Khushi feel proud of herself, and she did her duty with pride.

"Every part of me angel."

Khushi paused and looked at his length. He was hard and Khushi had a good idea where this was going. So she did as he said, cleaning every part of him, focusing on one spot in particular. She moved her hand along his length, her hands sliding over the soap, and Arnav gripped onto her hair tightly. Khushi loved his strong grip on her and moved her hands faster. She was determined to make him cum with her hands, and he did. He came all over Khushi's face and hair, Khushi gasping as the first gush of cum sprayed on her. Some of it made it to her mouth, the rest all over her.

Arnav hooked his hands under her arms and pulled her up, then kissed her. Khushi moaned into his mouth and gazed at him when he pulled away.

"Job well done angel. You'll be rewarded for this."

Khushi grinned from end to end and let him wash her up. When they finished up with their shower, Arnav took Khushi downstairs. They had breakfast in the VIP room with the other VIPs who were there as well.

"Would you like a mimosa, angel?"

Khushi nodded.

"Good. Go get it."

Khushi frowned and Arnav cocked his eyebrow. Understanding that this wasn't up for debate, Khushi got up. "Would you like anything Sir?"

Arnav was impressed. "I'll have one too."

"Yes Sir," and Khushi headed to the bar, leaving a grinning Arnav behind, who was rubbing his finger over his lower lip.

Khushi went over to the bar and made her order. While she waited, she looked back and watched Arnav's back, his muscles bunching up as he moved.

How lucky am I?

"Well, well, well...."

Khushi's eyes widened as she turned to Kalavati's voice.

"I never expected you here."

Khushi looked away as she came closer. The woman wore nothing but a silk robe and since the room was air conditioned and pretty cold, Khushi could tell that she was naked for obvious reasons.

"Good morning Kalavati," Khushi said instead.

Kala crossed her arms. "What are you doing here?"

"Arnav brought me here."

"Is that so...."

Khushi remembered what Arnav had told her the night before and was disgusted. She didn't like her one bit and wanted her away from Arnav.

"You-"

"Stay away from my Arnav."

Kala cocked eyebrow. "Your Arnav?"

"Yes, my Arnav. I don't want you anywhere near him."

"Oh? But we're family. He's my stepbrother."

Khushi clenched her fists. "You disgust me."

Kalavati chuckled and Khushi was even more disgusted. "I'm assuming Arnav told you everything."

"Everything."

Kala smirked, tilting her head. "And here you are.... Well, you don't matter to me anyway."

Khushi looked at her curiously.

"Arnav gets rid of all the women in his life. For some reason, you've lasted longer. But a pattern is a pattern, and Arnav will leave you soon enough."

"Excuse me-!"

"And then he'll be mine; with the one who has been there all along."

Khushi scoffed. "Yeah right."

Kala scowled at her. "Everything Arnav is today is because of me-"

"Wrong. You may have introduced him to this place and to his first sub, but Melinda made him what he is, as well as the other VIP members, not you."

Kala simply shook her head.

"Plus, he'll never look at you that way."

She cocked her eyebrow.

"Arnav can't stand you nor your mother. What makes you think he'll ever care, forget like you."

Kala opened her mouth to speak, but Khushi cut her off.

"You may be thinking that you and Arnav have a chance legally and can even go farther with your nonexistent relationship..."

Kalavati scowled at her. 

"... but it's never going to happen. Arnav loves me, and loves me alone. The only people who are important in his life are his father, his Di, and me - his future wife."

Kala smirked. "As far as I know, it's been quite some time since he's proposed to you, and yet you guys haven't even set a date."

Khushi's eyes slightly widened.

"Are you guys really getting married, or is it all crap? "

"Why you-!"

"I doubt this wedding will happen. Arnav will leave you for one reason or another - either because of him..." She looked her up and down. "Or because of you."

Khushi felt her fear stir within her.

"It's just a matter of time."

The bartender had placed the mimosas on the counter when they were ready, Khushi not even noticing in the heat of the conversation. Kalavati took one of them and walked away, sipping on it as she did. 

Khushi just stood there, Kala's words echoing in her mind. 

He wouldn't leave me. He'd never leave me! No way, he never would... as long as I don't tell him about-

"Khushi?"

Khushi flinched and snapped back to reality, seeing a concerned Arnav.

"What's taking you so long. And where's the other drink?"

Khushi looked down. "Kalavati."

"Kala- she was here?"

Khushi nodded.

Arnav looked away with annoyance. "That girl... stupid phone call, otherwise I would've came here and she-"

Khushi walked away, suddenly feeling the urge to go home. Everything had been perfect, up until Kalavati showed her face. 

Arnav went to her and grabbed her by her wrist. "Angel-"

"I want to go home."

Arnav could tell she was being serious, so he nodded and took her home. 

*~*

When they got back to Khushi's apartment, Khushi went straight into the bedroom. She stripped out of her dress and felt some the tension go off of her shoulders, as small as it was.

Arnav came into the room and watched her for a moment. Khushi simply stood there, breathing in and out at a steady pace. He went over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. 

"Are you okay, angel?"

Khushi nodded. "I'm fine," she said, her voice small.

"Are you still going to lie to me? You know it doesn't work," he said, massaging her shoulders. 

Khushi rolled her head to the side, enjoying his hands on her.

"Tell me angel."

Khushi pursed her lips. "Why won't you bring up the wedding?"

Arnav paused for a moment. "What do you mean?"

"I mean why don't you mention anything about picking a date? Or at least a potential time."

Arnav resumed his handiwork. "Is that what it is," he lightly chuckled. "Well, I assumed you wanted to pick it out, knowing how you ladies are about all of this."

Khushi rolled her head back and looked up at him.

"I remember my sister once saying how important a wedding and marriage is for a woman. Everything needs to be perfect for them, be their fairy tale come true. I just assumed you I wanted the same."

Khushi continued to look at him.

"Don't you want that angel?"

Khushi turned around and faced him. "I do."

"So go ahead and decide to do whatever you wish. You just tell me the time and the place, and I'll be at the alter, waiting eagerly."

Khushi frowned lightly, though she couldn't help the small smile on her face. "Well, not exactly an alter."

Arnav scrunched his eyebrows.

"I want a traditional wedding. You know like pheras, mangalsutra, sindoor - all of that."

Arnav pretended to be in thought. "You'll still become my wife, right?"

Khushi giggled and playfully hit his chest. "Duh!"

Arnav chuckled lightly and wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her closer to him. "Then deal. Although I don't understand the point of a mangalsutra when you'll have a wedding band."

"It's traditional," Khushi defended.

"Alright, fine. I guess I'll have to trade that ring for a mangalsutra."

Khushi held her left hand to her heart. "You wouldn't dare!"

Arnav chuckled. "Of course not. That ring is special to me."

Khushi looked at it curiously. "Oh? How come?"

"Well, once I started up my company and was getting bigger and bigger and money was coming in, I had someone trying to find the ring my mother had."

Khushi eyebrows shot up.

"I showed him some pictures I had where you could see her ring and tried to describe it. He managed to find something similar to it, eventually finding the actual one."

Khushi looked down at the ring, her hand now in Arnav's.

"Once I realized that you were the one for me, I started thinking about the ring. And when I realized that there was something more between us, something more than probably my parents had, or at least different, I knew altercations needed to be made. So I told my guy and he had the ring worked on, adding the loops to symbolize forever - infinity."

"Not to mention add a whole bunch of tiny expensive diamonds," Khushi grumbled. 

Arnav chuckled. "I thought diamonds were a girl's best friend."

"Not for a girl like me. Arnav I worked two minimum wage jobs before you came into my life. Diamonds were way out of the picture, forget even in my mind."

"Well now they are."

Khushi looked at her ring as it glistened in the sunlight which poured into the room. "I'm afraid of it."

Arnav couldn't help his laugh. "Don't worry, it won't eat you."

"No but someone might want to eat it."

Arnav shook his head still humored. "Don't worry about it angel."

"Easy for you to say - you're not wearing an insanely priced ring."

"True," Arnav chuckled.

"In fact... you're not even wearing at all." Khushi's eyes widened. "Oh I'm so horrible!"

"Khushi-"

"How can I be moping around when I haven't even gotten you a ring yet? Oh why am I so stupid?"

"You're not stupid-"

"Uh, yeah, I am! I gotta get you a ring, and then we can decide on potential dates and a venue and of course there's a guest list and holy fuck this is gonna be expensive-!"

"Breathe Khushi. Breathe."

Khushi frowned. "This isn't funny."

"You're right, it isn't.  But if you continued anymore, you'd faint."

Khushi continued to frown and Arnav placed a kiss over her frown-lined forehead. 

"It'll all be okay."

"I hope so."

Arnav pulled back. "I've got to go to the office and I'm gonna go check on the penthouse later. Okay?"

Khushi nodded.

Arnav smiled and pulled back. He headed to the kitchen for a small snack, when he paused at the door. "Angel?"

"Hmm?"

"Wanna go to work with me?"

Khushi cocked her eyebrow. "Why? Wanna be distracted," she teased. 

Arnav tilted his head from side to side. "Something like that."

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a distraction."

"You're a wanted distraction."

"That's what I'm worried about," she teased.

Arnav rolled his eyes. "Come to work with me."

Khushi thought about it for a moment. Not seeing the harm in it, she agreed. 

"Great," he smiled, and he walked away.

Khushi looked forward to spending the day with him. Although the morning had been a bit soured by Kalavati, she refused to let the rest of the day be spoiled.

A day at work with Arnav should be fun.

Chapter Sixty Six

RING!!!!!

The sound of the bell ringing always brought despair for young Arnav. It meant that it was time to go back to the hellhole known as home. He always ignored his father and couldn't stand the sight of his stepmother, nor his stepsister.. The only person he looked forward to seeing was his Di, and that was it. She was the only family he had, the only person he cared for and loved.

He believed there was no one who could ever love him, nor that he was allowed to love. The one person he loved very much, his mother, had left him. Love was probably just not meant for him.

Walking down the street, his book bag hanging off of his shoulder, he buried his hands in his pocket. He walked down the street alone, kicking away the little rocks he came across. Everyday he would walk home slowly, hoping that he wouldn't get home until late in the day, but unfortunately, that was never the case.

Arnav continued to walk down the streets, when he heard grunting. His head turned in the direction the noise came from and walked towards it. He saw a dead end up ahead and the sound seemed to be coming from there. When he looked around the corner, he was shocked by his findings. He saw his stepsister, Kalavati, leaning against a street lamp, with a man's face buried in between her legs, under her skirt. She cried out in pleasure, her hands in his hair.

Arnav couldn't believe what he was seeing and was disgusted. Just as he was about to turn away, she pulled the man up and kissed him, then smacked him away. When Arnav saw that the man was no other than their math teacher, he was shocked. He watched their teacher go into his car and drive away. Kalavati simply brushed her skirt down and was about to head home when she spotted Arnav. It was clear by the look on his face that he had just seen what had occured.

"Well hello there, Arnav. Enjoy the show," she smirked.

Arnav was disgusted. "You should be reported."

Kalavati laughed, tossing her head back. "That's a good one."

But Arnav was serious.

"Oh fine, go ahead, I can always lie and say that Mr. Michaelson forced himself on me and threatened me if I tried to say something."

Arnav's eyes widened. The girl had no shame.

"But then again, it's not like Principal Schwartz would do anything. Then again, he just might get jealous since he loves my cunt as well."

Feeling his jaw about to unhinge itself, Arnav was shocked, but more disgusted, by far. "You're a whore," he growled, disgusted at the thought that they lived under the same roof.

But Kalavati wasn't bothered by what he said. "Tell me something I don't know, Arnav."

Arnav scoffed and turned away, wanting to get out of there immediately.

"You know you liked it."

Pausing, he faced her and looked at her confusedly.

"It excited you - out in the open, cries cutting the silence, anyone able to just walk by and see you being pleasured sexually, moaning in pleasure."

Arnav couldn't believe what he was hearing and scoffed. "Yeah right."

"You know it's true." She walked over to him, her hips swaying as she did. "You liked it," she said, trailing her finger on the strap of his book bag. "Being pleasured like that, being in control like that."

As much as Arnav wanted to deny it, it was true that the way she controlled Mr. Michaelson stood out to him. When she controlled him by keeping her grip on his hair, forcing him to stay put. And when she was done with him, she just tossed him away , done with him.

For Arnav to do that with a woman... that really excited him.

Kala scoffed with a smirk. "Told you so."

Arnav was confused at first, but when she gestured to the bulge in his pants, he shifted away.

"There's no need to hide from me, Arnav. We're quite alike, you and I."

"As if."

"Oh, but we are. We desire control - control of our lives and control of our pleasure."

She had a point - Arnav did want and liked control.

"I'll tell you what - there's a place I can take you where you could get just that, that is, if you go with me."

Arnav looked at her curiously, her smirk not helping him figure this out at all.

"You'll love it. You can finally stop rubbing off to playboy and bury your cock in a girl for once."

Arnav's eyes widened. He couldn't figure out how she knew if he was a virgin or not.

"So are you in or are you in?"

Arnav let out a sigh. "I don't know why I'm saying this but... I'm in."

*~*

Music thumped and Arnav couldn't believe his eyes. While people were dancing to the music, they were also fucking. Some fucked on the dance floor, some in the booths, some even at the bar. From fucking to cock sucking, to even pussy licking, there was everything going on. Arnav noticed guards around the club, keeping an eye on things, making sure things never got too crazy or went too far.

Arnav made his way to the bar, following Kalavati.

"The usual Ryan," she said.

The bartender nodded and prepared her drink. Arnav was shocked when the bartender gave her a scotch.

"You're not even 21," he said.

"So? I turned 18. Besides, I've got connections."

"Connections?"

"Yes, connections. Now what do you want to drink?"

Arnav really didn't have a clue, but he decided to go with a gin and tonic since he had heard of that drink before. When the bartender gave it to him without question, he couldn't believe it. Fifteen, almost at sixteen, yet here he was, drinking like a grown man.

"Come on, follow me," she said, and Arnav followed behind.

They went to the upper level and looked down at the club.

"Over there is where all of the prestigious people are. You can't just get in there so easily, you have to earn it and I aim to do so. Down that hallways is where the glory wall is."

"A glory wall?"

"Yeah, shove your dick into a random pussy that looks good to you - fuck it, eat it - whatever floats your boat."

Arnav couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"And over there is where things get a little more kinky," she said, pointing at another hallway.

Arnav was curious and Kalavati could see it. The two went that way and when Arnav got to the other side of the velvet curtains, he was shocked. There were St. Andrews crosses along the wall, many other contraptions as well. People here were doing the deed, only it was much more intense. Arnav heard the cries of pleasure mixed with the cries of pain. He saw women dangling and wrapped up tape. He saw women bent over laps and getting spanked. He saw men with their cocks locked in some type of contraption. He also saw men on leashes, crawling.

Seeing the people who had control over them turned him on. To be able to control passion and pleasure like that, excited him.

"Well lookie there."

Arnav looked in Kala's line of sight and saw a girl flinch her gaze away from him. He saw the blush on her face and Arnav could tell she liked him.

"Why am I not surprised." Kalavati walked over to where the girl was and Arnav simply followed. 

Arnav never felt shy of going up to a girl. However at school, he just never paid attention to any of the girls there.

They went to the girl, who was sitting alone on a black leather couch.

"Why hello Amani. Enjoying the view, are you."

The girl looked down.

"Still waiting for a new Master, I see."

The girl said nothing.

"Well, in the meantime, be a doll, and suck his cock."

Arnav hid his shock and looked at Kala.

"Does Master wish me to," the girl said in a low voice.

Master? I'm a Master already?

"Yes. Now do it," she gritted.

The girl got up, keeping her eyes to the floor.

Kalavati looked at Arnav. "Sit."

Arnav did so and Amani knelt down to the floor. She reached forward and undid his belt and jeans, then tugged them down, Arnav lifting his hips, releasing his length. Amani gazed at his length while Kalavati couldn't believe how big he was... and how sexy it was.

Amani removed his jeans and boxers, putting them aside, then caressed his legs. Arnav couldn't believe that this was actually happening. He would usually jerk off, imagining of this moment, and now it was about to happen.

Amani placed kisses on his legs, moving up. She took his cock in her hand and Arnav hissed. When she took him in her mouth, Arnav tossed his head back against the couch. The girl moaned around his cock, pleasuring him. She started off slow, bobbing her head along his length. Eventually, Arnav wanted more, so he gripped onto her hair and urged her forward. She began to take him faster, moving at the rhythm he made her move. He began to force her faster, Amani moaning around his length. He was going to cum, and he knew it, but he wanted to fuck her, so he forced her off of him.

He saw how desperate she was for his cock, reaching out with her tongue. But he wasn't going to have it and forced her up by her hair. It was then that he had realized that she was toying with her clit as well.

"Did I say you could pleasure yourself," he growled.

Amani shook her head hesitantly. "N-no Master-"

Before she could even finish, she was tossed down into the couch and Arnav hovered above her. Her dress had ridden up, revealing that she had worn no panties at all. At the sight of her cunt, Arnav wanted to bury his cock in her.

And she wanted the same.

"Please bury your cock in me," Amani begged. "Please fuck my pussy, I want your cock."

It turned him on, hearing her beg, but he needed more. "Beg."

"Please Master, fuck me. Use me, use my cunt. Put your dick inside my holes, please Master, please," she begged.

Arnav slightly picked her up and tugged the straps of her dress down, exposing her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra and Arnav liked that. He took her nipple into his mouth out of instinct reaction and sucked on it. Amani cried out, arching her back.

"Please Master, fuck me! I want your cock!"

Arnav bit her nipple and she cried out.

"Please Master, please!"

He moved to the other one and teased it as well, bringing more cries from her lips.

"Please!"

Arnav spanked her as and gripped her hair tightly. "Please what?"

"Please fuck me Master," she nearly whispered.

"What's that? I didn't hear you," and he inserted a finger inside her.

Amani moaned in pleasure but she wanted more. "Please oh please Master, put your big cock in my pussy and use it, please!! Use me please Master, fuck me!"

Arnav withdrew his finger and plunged his dick right into her. Both grunted in pleasure and Arnav fucked her. His grip tightened on her hair while he clawed her ass, smacking it now and then. He fucked her roughly... and they loved it. 

It dawned on Arnav that there really were two types of people in the world - the ones who wanted to have plain sex and the ones like him who enjoyed the kink. Of them, there were the ones wanted to receive it and there were the ones like him, who loved to control it.

"Can I cum Master, please," Amani writhed. 

Arnav smirked cunningly. "I don't know. Can you?"

He decreased his speed and the girl cried out. "Please Master!"

The grin on his face was plastered. It was cunning and almost evil.

He decreased his speed even more and Amani squealed. "Please Master, please! Please may I cum?!"

"Now that's more like it."

He increased his speed and pounded into her, and her cries urged him faster. Within seconds, the two came, Arnav grunting as he released his load into her. Once he had, he pulled out and walked away, not even looking back at her, and went to the bar.

Kalavati watched as he did and looked at the sated girl on the couch. Truth be, she was impressed. She didn't really think Arnav was cut up for this, and yet here they were.

Picking up the girls head, she sat down and had her lay her head in her lap. "Did you like that doll?"

Amani nodded. "Yes Mistress."

Kala reached out and ran a finger in between Amani's folds, scooping up their release on her finger. "Taste it," and she put her finger in Amani's mouth.

Amani sucked on it and moaned around her finger.

"Do you like it doll?"

She nodded around her finger.

"Good girl."

She placed a kiss on her forehead. "We'll see you around," and she got up. 

"Um, Mistress?"

Kala looked back at her with an arched eyebrow and Amani looked down. "What?"

"I-is... is Master looking... for a new submissive?"

Kala thought about it. "I don't know," and she turned away.

*~*

After that day, Arnav went to the club everyday. He carried himself highly though, only fucking Amani and not just any random girl who caught his eye. While he continued to go day after day, Kala hadn't, enjoying her time with the school staff and student body instead.

It had been a while since she had gone back to the Dark Paradise, so she decided one evening to go. It was only when she got there that she had realized the difference in Arnav.

Arnav was now with the prestigious members of the club, and she was shocked. She had been trying for so long, and yet here Arnav was after only being here for a few weeks. Kala also noticed the change in his physical appearance. He didn't just wear a random T-shirt he would find in his closet, but he wore button down shirts with his jeans. His hair was done, unlike it's usual one-swipe-through-his-hair look.

Arnav had truly changed... and she was turned on.

Making her way to the bar, Kalavati sat beside Arnav. 

"Fancy seeing you here," she said to him.

Arnav sipped his gin and tonic. "I could say the same."

"I knew this place before you."

"You haven't been here in the past 3 weeks."

"Ah... so he notices me."

"Kala, I keep my eyes out on everything."

Kalavati nodded and the bartender came with her scotch on the rocks. "I see that there's been some changes to you."

Arnav scoffed lightly. "You could say that." He turned in his stool, facing her. It was only then that Kala had noticed Amani, naked and in a collar, huddled on the floor and acting as his footrest. 

You've improved, she smirked to herself.

"What are you doing here?"

Kala glanced down at his pet and took a sip of her drink. "Amani, hmm?"

Arnav glanced down at her and Amani simply stayed huddled at the floor.

"You're welcome."

"You're not welcome, Kala."

Kalavati cocked her eyebrow at him.

"You may have introduced me to this place, but it was Melinda who helped me."

"Melinda?"

"Oh right, you wouldn't know any of the VIP."

Kala's fists clenched automatically. 

"It's probably because of how messy you are. Ah well." Arnav got up. "Let's go."

Kalavati watched as Amani crawled after him, Arnav holding his drink as he left. She couldn't believe it - he was acting as if he was more highly than her.

And it excited her. 

*~*

Later in the night, Kalavati sat at the black leather couch, watching the scenes play out before her in different parts of the room. But her eyes mostly wandered to Arnav and Amani, watching Arnav as he flogged Amani, whose arms were strapped to the carabiners. There were people around them, watching the scene as Amani was forced to hold back her screams. It was a challenge for her, being pleasured and wanting to cry out in pleasure, buy she couldn't. She wished he had gagged her to help her, but that was the point of it all.

Kalavati couldn't believe how much Arnav had changed in 3 weeks. With him never home and the two never seeing each other at school, she had no idea! But seeing the way he was now... she loved it. 

She watched as Arnav wrapped his arm around Amani's waist, his hand splayed out on her stomach. He was whispering into her ear and she could see the difficulty on Amani's face, how she wanted to cry out in pleasure. She watched him nibble her earlobe then suck and bite her neck.

Seeing him act like this made Kalavati want him to do it to her. Even though she preferred to be in charge, she wanted Arnav to control her. 

And she was determined to have it.

Kalavati got up and went near the two. Arnav was once again flogging her and Amani twirled on her feet from side to side, biting down on her lip very hard to stop herself from screaming in pain and pleasure. Arnav came around, the straps of the flogger being skimmed over her body.

"You've shown your own restraint very well, my pet," Arnav said softly. "Well done."

Amani smiled lightly and Arnav undid his belt and jeans, lowering them slightly. He bent down and picked her up by her legs, wrapping them around his waist.

"Time for your reward," and he thrust into her.

Amani gasped at the pleasure and she pulled on her restraints. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck, but she couldn't because of the restraints. Arnav continued to fuck her hard and Amani continued to cry out in pleasure. Kalavati watched as the girl filled up with pleasure, ready for her release. She came at that instant and screamed in pleasure as she did, tossing, her head back. Arnav soon came and he released his load into her. He whispered into her ear as he released one of her hands. Immediately she wrapped it around his neck, breathing heavily as she came down from her high.

With the scene over, people dispersed, but Kalavati remained. Amani was released and Arnav held her in his arms. He was about to leave when Kala came in his way.

"That was very impressive," she said.

Arnav didn't say anything and went to a couch to lay Amani down. He turned to get water for her, but Kala was once again in his way.

"That was hot."

Again he said nothing and went to the bar. He asked for a bottle of cold water and the bartender went to get him one. 

"You know what's good after a good fuck? Or better before a fuck?"

Arnav couldn't believe it. Go away bitch!

"A smoke."

This caught his attention and he cocked his eyebrow at her.

Kalavati smirked. "Ever smoke pot before?"

*~*

Smoke was in the air, the smell of pot in the air. It always felt good to Arnav, smoking up a joint after a scene. He had been for the past few years. And one thing that hadn't changed was Kalavati always trying to be in his case.

Arnav was at the back of the club, in the alley, smoking his joint. Kalavati had had a drink too many and was smoking beside him. He ignored her as he always did, but little did Arnav know that today would be a bit different.

Kalavati looked at Arnav. He wore a light blue button down with jeans. She could see the definition of his muscles and she loved it.  Arnav had changed in the past few years, a much better and highly respected Dominant. Submissives wanted to be his sub the second he was free. He was friends with the elites and they believed in him so much, that they were starting to loan him money to start up his own business and have his own company.

Arnav had truly become something else and the more he did, the more it turned her on... but she still didn't have him. Night after night, she dreamt what it would be like to have his cock in her cunt, pounding into her. She wondered what it would be like to have his cock in her ass while he fisted her. 

She wanted him, and she wanted him now.

Rolling away from the wall, Kalavati moved in front of Arnav. Arnav ignored her as usual and she tugged him by his chin, forcing him to look at her.

"Kala-"

"Hush," she hissed, placing her finger on his lips. "Ugh, they're so soft... I want them all over my body."

Arnav arched his eyebrow with disgust.

"I want that mouth of yours on my pussy and my ass. I want that cock of your to fill my holes. I want you to fuck me Arnav, to dominate me."

Arnav tried to push her away but Kala clung onto him.

"Fuck me Arnav. Feel how wet I am for you."

"Get off of me Kala, that's never going to happen!"

He pushed her away and went back inside, leaving a smirking Kala behind.

"We'll see about that."

*~*

"Where have you been, dear," Melinda said as Arnav joined beside her.

"A smoke."

Melinda's nose crinkled. "That's a bad habit, I've told.you to stop it."

"I tried... didn't work."

Melinda shook her head. "Unbelievable."

Arnav chuckled. "So where's Lance?"

"He's been good so he's probably getting his cock sucked off at the glory wall."

"Oh? What did he do?"

"I had a horrible day at work and he sent me flowers and chocolates."

"That really was sweet of him."

"How could I not reward him for being such a good husband? He'll be grinning like a fool tonight. But if he thinks too much on it, I'll have to punish him."

Arnav chuckled as a waiter came up to them. "For you Sir."

Arnav looked at the gin and tonic on his tray. "I didn't order anything."

"The Mistress wanted me to give you this."

Arnav knew that the only person who would send Ryan into this room was Kalavati, since she still couldn't come in here with the elites, even after all these years - she was just too reckless.

Arnav took the drink anyways and shooed him off.

"There's one more thing Sir."

Arnav looked at him confusedly as he handed him a black envelope. Ryan walked away and Arnav put his drink down to open the envelope. Melinda looked at him curiously as he did. When he had, he reached inside and pulled out a pair of dark purple, silk panties.

"Ugh, she didn't," Melinda said, repulsed. 

Arnav shoved it back inside and called a waiter. He asked him to burn the envelope and he went away.

"How much longer will she continue to do this," Melinda asked, annoyed, while offering Arnav hand sanitizer.

"Well its been more than a year since she's told me she wants to fuck me, so who knows."

"She is unbelievable, and she keeps trying to get in your way."

"Why do you u think I stay in here most these days? She's any eyesore."

"That she is. ...at least you have the guards to keep track on her and keep her away from your scenes."

"You have to do what you have to do."

"Speaking of which... where is your little Brittany?"

"Who said only your husband could be rewarded that way?"

Melinda's eyes widened with humor. "You didn't."

"I did. Who knows how many guys have filled her holes."

"She's a greedy one."

"That she is."

"Are you really going to let her go?"

"I am."

Melinda nodded. "How's school going? Your sophomore year going well?"

"It is. I see no need for me to be there, but it's all for my mother."

"May she rest in peace."

Arnav nodded, toying with the tumbler which held his drink. 

"You should head on up and finish up your assignments."

Arnav nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you're right. Where would I be without you Melinda?"

"Probably getting screwed by Kalavati."

Arnav's eyes narrowed. "Melinda."

Melinda couldn't hold back her laugh. "Oh if you only saw your face!"

Arnav rolled his eyes and left, heading on up to his apartment. He really didn't want to do any of his assignments, but he didn't really have a choice.  His mother had always wanted him to go to college, and now he was fulfilling that wish. 

Entering his apartment, he prepared for misery, but when he got in, he realized he should have been prepared for horror. On his couch was Kalavati, naked and wanting as she laid there, masturbating.

"Kala," he screamed.

Kalavati only moaned, writhing as she pleasured herself. Arnav went over to her and pulled her up by grabbing her wrist. Kala pushed her body onto his and Arnav pushed her away.

"What the fuck are you done here," he roared.

"I bet you loved smelling my panties," she moaned. 

"Kala you have officially crossed the limit. I want you to get out right now!"

"But-"

"GET OUT!"

Kalavati flinched, but she didn't move one foot. So instead, Arnav dragged her out of the apartment and threw her out. He shut the door behind him, letting out an exasperated sigh. 

"This isn't over," he heard her scream. "I will have you!"

Arnav ignored her and headed upstairs, over Kalavati and her shit. He also needed to throw this couch out, not to mention burn it.

*~*

"You threw the couch out?" Khushi couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"And burned it."

Khushi's eyebrow shot up. "Wow."

"And that's the take between me and Kalavati."

Khushi couldn't believe it. So that's why he can't stand her? Because she tried to get in bed with him? But isn't that illegal? ...then again don't share blood. Legally they could get together, even get married-

"Angel..."

Khushi looked up at him. 

"I can tell what your thinking. Don't."

Khushi frowned, wondering how he could tell. But besides that she had other concerns. "It's clear now why she cant stand me... she's gonna be a pain, isn't she?"

"More than she is now. "

Khushi nodded. "Well... it doesn't matter to me."

She reached over to him and straddled him. 

"You're mine Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada, all mine."

Arnav smiled and held her waist. 

"Thank you."

Arnav scrunched his eyebrows. "For what?"

"For telling me this secret."

He smiled at her softly. "You're welcome angel."

"I love you Arnav; so much, it makes my heart hurt."

Khushi could see the love in his eyes and smiled when he gave her his special smile, the one that was just for her. He pulled her into him and buried his face in the crook of her neck.

"I love you too angel. Promise me you'll be by side forever."

She kissed him on the cheek. "I promise. I'll be with you forever and always," and she hugged him once more.

While Arnav held her with a smile, Khushi felt a fear within her.

Everything I've been wanting to know, I'm starting to find out. How can I let him do this when I can't do it for him?

Prologue

How did I get here?

Smack!

How did I get to such a position?

Smack!

It's funny how so much can change in a short amount of time.

Smack!

One day you're broken with nothing and nowhere to go.

Smack!

The next you're in a luxurious home with all you could ever imagine for.

Smack!

One would say it's impossible to jump up to that level so quickly, unless you won the lottery.

Smack!

I didn't.

Smack!

I simply met a certain someone because of fate.

Smack!

And since then my life has been turned around, upside-down.

Smack!

And I don't know if I'd like it any other way.

Smack!

"Ten!" The word rolled off my lips in ecstasy.

A warm hand wrapped around my throat and forced me to stand up, taking me off the lap I loved most. Dark chocolate eyes looked into mine the way I loved it - hot, sensual, passionate - with love, pride, and adoration.

Warm lips wrapped around mine, giving me a sensual kiss.

"I hope you've learned from your punishment," his deep sensual voice said.

Biting my lip, I nodded.

He smirked, making me bite my lip harder. "Good."

Uncuffing my hands and releasing them from my behind, he picked me up in his arms and carried me through the house until we reached my room. Putting me in bed and placing the duvet over me, he kissed my forehead then gripped onto my hair tightly.

"Don't ever do that again," he growled, though his eyes showed his true feelings.

I smiled softly. "I won't."

Letting go of me, he turned off the lights and shut the door behind him as he left. Once he was gone, I sighed in content.

This was my life now after the journey of emotions I had... and I couldn't ask for it in any other way.

Holding onto the necklace which laid over my breasts, I shut my eyes and let sleep take over me.

Although it wasn't always, everything was perfect with my controlling lover.

Chapter Sixty Five

Holding onto Arnav's hand, Khushi followed beside him.

"Where are we going," Khushi asked.

"To a place that once upon a time was home," Arnav replied.

What? "Home? Here? In the middle of nowhere?"

"We're not exactly nowhere, you know."

"Somewhere along the border of Brooklyn and Queens - so?"

"You'll see."

They walked a bit more and Khushi analyzed the area. There was no one here, the place totally run down.

Why on earth would Arnav come to an area like this, Khushi wondered.

Arnav led her to a building, going through the alley to go to the back. He pulled out a key from his pocket, inserted it into the panel on the side to unlock it, removed the key, and pulled up the metal garage door. He brought them in, then shut it behind him, inserting the key in the panel inside to lock the door.

"Um, Arnav... what exactly is this place," Khushi asked, looking at the dirty, bare garage.

Arnav walked forward, Khushi following behind. Khushi noticed the dirt on the floor and wondered why it wasn't cemented. Before she could ask, Arnav stopped and so did she. Khushi looked around curiously, wondering why they stopped in this specific spot. Just as the thought escaped her mind, Arnav stomped once. While Khushi looked at him oddly, he stomped once more again, then twice, then three times and stopped.

"Um...?"

Khushi was completely confused and was about to ask why Arnav did that, when the dirt on the ground began to move back.

"What the," Khushi squeaked.

Arnav couldn't help himself but to grin as the patch of dirt continued to move.

A hole on the ground began to appear, revealing a burly man and stairs.

"Mr. Raizada, long time no see, " the man said.

Khushi looked at the two confusedly. He knows Arnav, she wondered. How?

"How's things been going Russell, " Arnav asked.

"Things have been going well."

"How's your wife doing? And Sammy? "

"All my ladies are doing well, Sir. How's your lady doing? I'm guessing that's her."

Arnav wrapped his arm around Khushi's waist. "She is, and she's so much more. "

Khushi blushed.

"So I had heard, but I couldn't believe it till I saw with my own two eyes."

That made Khushi feel somewhat uneasy.

"Anyways, I'll let you in now Sir. Enjoy," Russell grinned.

He stepped out of the way and Arnav led Khushi down the stairs. Once they came down, Arnav led Khushi down the single hallway. Khushi glanced back and saw that Russell had come down and that the secret entrance had been shut by the flick of a switch.

Khushi turned back around and continued to follow Arnav. At the end of the hall, there were velvet black curtains. They went through them, entering a small room. Up ahead there were double doors, and there was the slight sound of music coming from behind it. The room was basically bare, a few paintings hanging on the wall.

Khushi looked at the desk sitting by the doorway and widened her eyes at the sight of a naked woman sitting on a naked man's lap.

"Alex, you'll never change," Arnav sighed, shaking his head in disapproval, his hand on his forehead

The girl turned around and the guy looked up at them.

"Honestly, you'll never change," Arnav said. "What number?"

The girl hopped of the man's left and chewed her gum loudly. "Eleventh," she grinned, shrugging her shoulders.

"Wow, an all time low."

"No, my all time low was eight during that labor day that year. Remember? The red headed perv totally ruined my night," she frowned at the memory.

Khushi blinked. The girl - what did he say her name was? Oh right, Alex - had no shame whatsoever. She stood there before them, completely naked, not feeling the need to cover up.

Alex looked at Khushi. "Is that her?"

"Yes, now for goodness sake woman, put some clothes on!"

Alex twitched her mouth. "Ugh, forever my party pooper," and she picked up her dress and shooed the naked man away.

Once she put her dress on, Arnav spoke.

"Alex, this is my fiance, Khushi."

Alex grinned. "I never thought I'd hear you say those words!" She hopped forward in front of Khushi. "Hi, I'm Alex. I check everyone into the club."

Khushi shook her hand. "Club," she questioned, glancing at Arnav.

"Stamp us in," Arnav said.

Alex shook her head, chewing her gum. "Some people just don't change, eh bossy pants."

She moved behind her desk and brought out a stamp. She took Arnav's hand and stamped it, then took Khushi's hand and stamped it. Khushi noticed she couldn't see the ink.

"Enjoy you two," she grinned.

"Try not to enjoy so much," Arnav teased.

Alex rolled her eyes while Arnav chuckled and led Khushi in past the double doors. They walked down yet another hallway, though this hallway was much more decorative than the other one.

"Who was that," Khushi asked.

"Alex. She used to date one of the dominants here, but she didn't exactly like being a submissive. She wanted to be in command instead, and there's lots of guys here willing to do her bidding. One day she was here meeting subs, the next thing she's working for the club. Probably because she spent most of her time here."

"Doesn't she ever go home?"

"She didn't have a place. She ran away from home and ended up here. Then she met Charles - the Dom I mentioned earlier - and he provided her a place to stay. Now she lives in one of the rooms provided here."

"People live here?"

"VIP baby."

At the end of the hall, there was a shirtless, muscular man. The second he sighted Arnav, he looked down immediately.

"What the," Khushi said.

Arnav smiled. "I love how much I've rubbed off on you."

The couple stood before the man and he bent down to his knees, still not looking up.

"Your hand please, Master," the man said in a low voice.

"Evening Nate," Arnav said, placing his hand in his.

Nate put Arnav's hand under a light and the stamp appeared. Arnav removed his hand and Nate waited for Khushi to place her hand in his. At the sight of the stamp printing on her hand, Nate gasped.

"I-I'm so s-sorry Mistress.  I didn't know-"

"It's alright," Arnav interjected. "Now open the door," he said coolly.

Nate did exactly what Arnav said, and Arnav led Khushi into a whole other world. There was music pumping and there were sweaty bodies everywhere. But it wasn't just because of the dancing, oh no - it was also because of the number of people having sex on the dance floor.

Khushi gaped. People were grinding and moving to the beat, as well as fucking to the beat.

"What is this place," Khushi asked, loud enough for Arnav to hear.

"This is the Dark Paradise."

Khushi blinked and glanced around. The place could have passed for a regular club, if it weren't for the people having sex on the bar counter, tables, booths, floors, or all the naked people shackled on a cross.

"Come with me," Arnav said, taking Khushi's hand securely.

Khushi held it and moved closer to him, holding onto his arm.

"You used to come here everyday," Khushi asked.

"Yes."

"For how long?"

"About four to five years."

"Four- oh my gosh, how did you find this place?"

Arnav and Khushi entered another room before Arnav could answer. This room was much calmer, the loud thumping of the main room muted by the sound proof walls. Instead, in this room, classical music played, people dressed in fancier and much more appropriate clothing. Well, almost.

"Oh my, is that you Arnav?"

Arnav and Khushi turned to the sound of the voice and saw a woman, who seemed to be in her late twenties, early thirties, come walking their way with a martini in her hand.

"My gosh, it is!"

Arnav held his arms out and the two hugged, exchanging kisses on their cheeks.

"How are you Melinda," Arnav asked.

"I'm well, thank you. How are you? I've heard you've settled down?"

Arnav brought Khushi forward. "I fell in love," Arnav smiled. "Melinda, this is Khushi, my fiance. Khushi, this is Melinda, a very good friend of mine."

"Hello," Khushi said softly.

"Hello darling. You're very pretty," Melinda smiled.

Khushi blushed.

"That she is," Arnav smiled softly.

Khushi looked at Arnav, their eyes locking. Melinda saw this and she clapped.

"My dear, you truly have changed! It's nice to see you so in love."

The two continued to gaze at each other.

"You're completely smitten!"

"That I am," Arnav smiled.

"Come, get a drink. We must celebrate-"

"Mistress?"

The three turned to look at a man in a black t-shirt and dark jeans, looking down.

"What," Melinda snapped.

The man somewhat flinched and continued to look down. "Lance-"

"Oh, of course." She looked at Arnav and Khushi. "I'm afraid I'll have to leave you two to yourselves, but do have a drink on me," and she hugged Arnav again.

"Lance, hmm," Arnav questioned.

"My little pet," Melinda sighed, then looked at Khushi. "I'll see you around dear."

Khushi smiled softly and Melinda walked away, the man following behind. Arnav took Khushi to a booth and they sat. The waiter took their order and went away to get them a bottle of wine.

"Arnav, how come that man and the man at the entrance were looking down and calling you Master?"

"Nate is a submissive."

"A submissive," Khushi said, completely surprised. "Him? All macho-looking him?"

"Yes."

Khushi's eyebrows shot up. "Oh my... anyone can actually be a submissive."

"You'd be surprised by who you can meet here."

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows.

"One of my old business partners is a submissive."

"Did he ever say anything to you?"

"No. Our private lives are our private lives. Besides, if he had, his master wouldn't have had the last of it."

"I'm sorry, Master?"

Arnav nodded.

Khushi's eyes widened. "Oh my."

Arnav smiled and the waiter arrived with their bottle of wine and two glasses. He poured them each a glass and left them alone. Khushi quickly took hold of her glass and took a long sip.

She really needed it.

"What was it like? When you used to come here," Khushi asked.

"It's pretty much the same. I used to come here daily but once I got busy with work, my time here slightly decreased. But I did spend most of my high school days here."

"High school days? How old were you when you first started to come here?"

"Fifteen? Sixteen? Somewhere in between."

"What on earth could you have possibly known at that time," Khushi asked incredulously.

Arnav cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh don't give me that look; it's filled with arrogance," Khushi frowned.

Arnav smirked. "As a teenager, almost a young adult, you could imagine how much one would crave sexual activity."

"So you were a horny teenager," Khushi asked, trying to stop herself from smiling.

"I'm glad you find this amusing."

Khushi stuck her tongue out.

Arnav chuckled. "Yes, I was a very horny teenager. And this place was perfect to let it all out."

"Were you like one of those people on the dance floor out there," Khushi asked softly.

Arnav shook his head. "No. I had some decency and carried myself that way too. It was Melinda who had noticed me and watched me for a while. She found me impressive and brought me here, making me a VIP member."

Khushi's eyebrows shot up. "Oh?"

"After that, it became very easy to release all the sexual tension."

"What do you mean?"

"Once I became a VIP member, I was only offered the best, from girls to alcohol."

Khushi sipped on her wine to mask her discomfort.

"At that time, I thought I had it all. My days started off regular like any other teen, going to school and what not. Then, after that, I would make my way here and spend most of the day here before going home."

"How did you get away with it? Didn't Papa say anything?"

"I'm sure he wanted to, but as you know, our relationship was nonexistent. Di definitely had a few words to say, but when she saw that my grades were good, she didn't say anything more."

"You balanced dominance and straight A's,"Khushi said haughtily.

"At first? No. If it weren't for Melinda, I would have done horrible in school. Had she not properly explained to me that balancing life was important, I would have slacked off in school. She gave me the confidence and encouragement I needed, instead of being a moody teenager.

"When she saw the potential I had and saw the straight A's, her faith in me increased. I no longer just got the best women here, but I connected to other businessmen here."

"Really?"

Arnav nodded. "I made a lot of connections here. I became good friends with them - such good friends, that they helped me to start up my company."

Khushi's eyebrows shot up. "No way! But when I researched your company website, it said said that you got money from your folks, or at least, from Papa."

The corner of Arnav's lips tugged, the smile on his face could not be helped. "I love you; you know that, right?"

Khushi rolled her eyes with a smile. "Explain."

"Okay," he chuckled. "Well, truth be told, that's not true. The people here helped me. They all loaned me money, I started up my company, and now here I am today, finished paying back everyone with interest."

Khushi's eyes widened. "Amazing," she breathed.

"Once business was going and AR was growing and branching into different things, I gained more respect. People looked up to me - wanting to be me. Many of the submissives wanted to be mine, making their Doms jealous."

"Oh? Way to go you, Mr. Raizada," Khushi teased playfully.

Arnav smirked lightly. "Well there is a reason why I was the best Dominant around here."

"You mean besides the fact that you had money? I had no clue."

He cocked his eyebrow at her.

"It's not like I've met Arnav the Dominant properly," Khushi said softly.

Arnav sighed. "Khushi... take a good look around this room."

Khushi did as he said.

"Are you sure that this is what you want?"

Khushi looked at a couple who had just come in. While the man was dressed nicely and professionally in a suit, like he was here for business, he held a leash, which was attached to the collar of a naked woman who crawled beside him, wearing a headband with cat ears, a ball gag, and a butt plug with a cat's tail.

"No scratch off of the surface - the real deal."

Khushi looked at the other side of the room, seeing two men and a naked woman in between them. While she kissed one of them, the other was feeling her up, his hand under her dress. It was only when he had shifted slightly that Khushi had noticed that the woman was handcuffed.

"It's so much more than what you think it is."

Khushi looked at Arnav. She was surrounded by sexual activity, all of the scenes different from another. The room was filled with moans and grunts, covered by the tunes of classical music. 

Was this what she really wanted? Did she really want to try this? To become a submissive?

"Train me," she finally said. 

"Khushi-"

"Train me, Arnav. I don't just want to be your wife, but your submissive as well."

Arnav opened his mouth to say something, when Melinda rejoined them. 

"Well now that that's out of the way, we can properly talk," Melinda smiled.

Arnav smiled back. "I assume Lance has learned his lesson."

"Of course he has dear. though when I look at that precious face of his, I just want to hold him and let him be with his mama."

Khushi's eyebrows went up and Melinda noticed it.

"This is all a bit strange to you, isn't it dear," she asked.

Khushi searched for the words to say, but Arnav spoke before her.

"She wants to become my submissive."

"Really?" Melinda's eyebrows went up. "I didn't think you'd be the type, but then again, who am I to judge?"

Arnav snickered and Khushi didn't get the joke.

"Melinda discovered this side of her after marrying Lance, and boy was it something."

Again Khushi was shocked. "I-I'm sorry, did you say husband?"

Melinda nodded. "Married for nine years, almost ten."

"Oh.... I just assumed since you aren't wearing a ring-"

"Well, that's punishment for you. Drives him insane every time."

"And yet you do it," Arnav teased.

"Well as you very well know Arnav, punishment is punishment. He acts up and there's a punishment - disobey me, and there's a punishment."

Khushi took her words into account.

Arnav looked at her. "Are you sure you can really take that, angel?"

Khushi looked at him. Only now was it all really starting sync in. Even after all the fantasies, a look at his play room, and even getting a taste of it, did she only now really realize that there was so much more.

"Don't doubt her, Arnav," Melinda said. "Your angel here looks strong and confident - she'll be fine."

The two just looked at each other.

"I know you love her Arnav and that you don't want to hurt her, that's understandable. Remember, you two negotiate the rules and whatever doesn't work and whatever you don't like, stays off the table."

"I know that Melinda," Arnav replied, his eyes still on Khushi.

"Then what is the problem?"

The two still looked at each other, but Khushi didn't want to stay silent for this.

"He doesn't trust himself," Khushi said, keeping his eyes on him.

Melinda's eyes widened. "Arnav...."

Arnav looked away and took a sip of his wine.

"You know that that isn't good, correct hun?"

Arnav nodded.

Melinda turned to Khushi and held her hand. "You've got this baby girl. Don't let him convince you into not doing this, you hold the power."

With that, she stood up and left the couple alone. Khushi crossed her arms and Arnav simply sighed. Holding his hand out, Khushi took it and the two got up. Khushi followed beside Arnav as they walked into a hallway. At the end of it was an elevator and the two entered it. Going up to the sixth floor, Khushi followed Arnav out. The hallway contained many doors and Khushi wondered if these were the apartments Arnav had mentioned.

Going to the door at the end of the hallway, Arnav pulled out another key from his pocket and opened the door. He let Khushi go in first and he followed in behind. Turning on the lights, Khushi looked around the apartment. It was very basic, but while Khushi had expected there to be a St. Andrew's cross on the wall, there were pictures instead. Instead of different contraptions around the apartment, there were books all over the place.

"I haven't been here in a while. But like I said, this was home away from home."

Khushi walked around. The apartment was... normal, nothing what she had expected. She sat down on the couch and Arnav sat across from her on the coffee table.

"Khushi, there's a reason why I brought you up here," Arnav began.

Khushi was sure there was. But there was one thing she just didn't understand. "I don't get it Arnav. How does a fifteen year old boy end up in a sex club like this. I'm sure you didn't just happen to be in the neighborhood and discovered this place."

"You're right, I didn't. Instead someone introduced it to me. Someone introduced this lifestyle to me, someone you and I both know."

Khushi's eyebrows met at the middle. "Who?"

"A person I hate very much, probably the most in the world."

Khushi's widened. "You mean..." but she couldn't bring the name to her lips.

"Yes Khushi. I mean Kalavati."