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."