Chapter Three

An offer? What kind of offer could he give me that would change my life, Khushi wondered. Could it be a new job? Oh my gosh, could it actually be that? An opportunity to work for one of the greatest companies of all time?

Before Khushi even realized it, she had finished her food. So had Arnav and he was settling the bill with the waitress.

"Wait, no, I-"

"I've got it," Arnav said, handing his credit card to the waitress before she walked away.

"But-"

"My treat."

"But-"

"And maybe this will pacify you into accepting my offer."

Khushi slightly shrunk in her seat. "I don't even know what the offer is."

"You'll find out soon enough."

Khushi looked at him with confusion while the waitress came back with his card. They exchanged a few words but Khushi paid no attention, her mind full of its own words.

What can this offer be? And how long will it take for him to tell me it? It's a cold winter night with snow outside, and I haven't even figured out a place to stay. At this point a hotel is my only option but-

Arnav stood up and stood before her. "Let's go."

Khushi's eyes met his and without asking where they were going, she followed up and trailed behind him.

For all I know, he may be a psychopath and an on-the-low killer.

Walking outside of the diner, Khushi followed behind Arnav in the little flurries of snow. They walked through the lot until they reached a black Bentley. Unlocking the car, Arnav held the door open to the passenger seat for her. Khushi looked at it and then at him in confusion.

"Well I don't want to freeze you to death," he teased.

Khushi gulped and hesitantly sat in the car. Although her mind was telling her to get out of the car, something within her told her to relax and to hear what he had to say.

Arnav went around the car and sat down in the drivers seat. For a moment, they sat in silence as the car warmed up, defrosting them from the bitter cold that had quickly taken hold of them in those short few minutes.

"Warm," he simply asked.

Khushi nodded, holding her hands in her lap.

"So, I have an offer for you, and I want you to think through it clearly."

Oh boy, Khushi gulped.

"You're a very beautiful woman and judging by the looks of you, you seem like a bright and talented woman."

Khushi blushed at his words.

"I would like for you to become my private secretary."

Khushi's eyes darted to his, wide with shock.

"It's a well paying job and it shouldn't be too difficult."

Khushi couldn't believe it. She was so worried about getting another job and maintaining her finances until she had gotten one, and yet here the opportunity was!

"But..."

Khushi's excitement paused. She should've known there would be a clause.

"Besides giving you a position from my company, there's something else you must do."

A darkness shrouded his eyes, making Khushi gasp. "What," she whispered.

"You must become my submissive."

*~*

Staring out the window with a cup of hot cocoa in her hands, Khushi couldn't stop thinking of the proposal she had gotten from Arnav Singh Raizada.

"You must become my submissive."

Khushi stared at him in shock. "What?"

"Become my submissive. There's a contract with all the information, which I can give you. In exchange for working with me, you must also be my submissive."

Khushi couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Why on earth would I want to be... be... spanked and treated like I'm an infant or something? Or be whipped and punished?"

Arnav slightly smirked. "So she does know something about BDSM."

"I think it's safe to say a majority of people do these days," she scoffed. 

He cocked his eyebrow at her and Khushi slightly shrunk into the seat. 

"I can email you the contract for you to review and then we can go over it and negotiate. And if you choose to call out, then that's totally fine."

"But... then I won't have the job?"

"No."

Khushi looked down at her hands. What do I do? What do I say? Should I agree? But-?

"Don't overthink it."

Khushi's eyes met his.

"Like I said, I'll email you the contract, unless you'd prefer me to get you a hard copy now-"

"No... no that's okay."

Arnav sighed and reached his hand out. Khushi watched as it got closer to her, though it played out slowly for her, as if years were passing by as his hand came closer and closer. She watched as his hand went into her hair and she couldn't help but to snuggle into his embrace. Something about it felt... passionate. But in an instant, his hands clenched onto her hair and gripped it, causing her to release a moan mixed with a gasp. Her eyes met his dark and clouded ones, making her bite her lip without even realizing it.

"Don't ever cut me off like that again."

Not knowing why, she nodded, and his grip loosened and caressed her hair.

"I'd really like this to happen between us."

Khushi blinked. "Why," she whispered. She truly didn't understand, it was all happening too fast.

He looked at her for a moment before taking her hand with his free hand. "To be honest... there's just something about you... something special."

Khushi didn't understand. "What do you mean?"

"I can't explain it, but I do intend to figure it out."

She pursed her lips.

"Just think it through with an open mind. Okay?"

Again she didn't know why, but she nodded.

After that, they exchanged emails and Arnav drove her to a hotel and got her a room to stay in. Again he had covered the bill, even though she had insisted she'd pay. But being the man he was, he paid anyways and the hotel treated her with luxury. After all it wasn't everyday the Arnav Singh Raizada came to your hotel. And since she was his guest, she would be treated like royalty.

Is this what it would be like if I agreed, she wondered. Luxury? ... with pain?

She took another sip of her hot chocolate as the snow got heavier.

Suddenly her phone pinged, showing her email notification. She knew what it was and when she looked at it, she was right. It read his name with the subject 'Read it with an open mind'.

Taking a deep breath, she set the mug down and picked up her key card.

I don't know why I'm not thinking this through, I mean this is all crazy! Yet for some reason, there's a part of me that's just saying to go with it. Why? What is it about me that he sees? What is it about him that has me picking up the key card and making my way down to the computer room? What is it that has me so engulfed by Arnav Singh Raizada, the Dominant?

Chapter Two

"Can I get a medium hazelnut coffee with half & half and sugar?"

"Sure thing hun," the waitress smiled, and walked away.

Khushi Kumari Gupta no longer knew what to do. She no longer had a job and no longer had a place to stay.

What do I do? I took my stuff and left home. I've left everything behind and... oh what do I do?!

The door to the diner opened, the wind chimes chiming when it did. The customer walked in and went to the counter to make an order. At that moment, Khushi felt something within her. She looked up to see the person who had entered the diner - perhaps out of sheer curiosity? - and gasped.

The first thing her eyes landed on were his dark chocolate ones. They just seemed... sensual, and Khushi felt a desire to be gazed at with those eyes.

The man spoke to the waitress and when she walked away, his eyes moved to her. Khushi instantly flinched and looked down at the counter. From the corner of her eyes, she watched the man move and sit one stool away from her.

Oh my gosh, I'm done for! Why did I have to stare?!

A waitress came walking over to Khushi. "Here you go kitten - one medium hazelnut coffee with half & half and sugar."

"Thank you," Khushi said softly as she wrapped her hands around the cup.

"Anything else I can get ya?"

Khushi shook her head.

"Alright kitten; if ya need anythin' lemme know," and she walked away.

Khushi looked down at her coffee when she heard the man chuckle lightly. She looked up at him and saw him playing with a sugar packet.

"... is something funny," Khushi asked.

The man shook his head. "It's nothing."

"Well it must be something... i-if you're chuckling to yourself."

The man glanced at her and Khushi looked down. "It's interesting how she gave you the perfect pet name."

Khushi looked at him confusedly.

"Although, she should probably be more specific and say stray kitten."

What? How does he know? "W-what makes you say that?"

He glanced at her once more before focusing on the crinkled sugar packet in his hand. "Your face - it tells me that you're worried about where you're going to go and where you're going to stay. You've recently broken up with your boyfriend, which explains the flames in your eyes, as well as the tear stains on your cheeks."

Khushi touched her cheek.

"And then of course you've got your bag, which surely must contain your belongings, which means you've left your home. Now judging by the size of it, I'd say you left your home, not your boyfriend's home, you two lived separately. You've also got a worried family member, your phone being right by your right hand, which also tells me your right handed. Judging by the number of times your screen has come to life in these past few minutes, it's a woman repeatedly texting you, but who exactly? Your mother? No; elders don't really use technology like we do nor know how to use it. So it could be a sister or maybe a cousin, but I doubt a cousin would ever care so much, unless of course you're close, but I don't think so, so I'd say that your sister is texting you, trying to figure out where you are and why you were stupid enough to leave your boyfriend."

Khushi just blinked. "That's incredible," she breathed.

The man looked at her. "I know how to read people very well."

For some reason, Khushi felt naked. It was amazing how this complete stranger was able to figure her out so well.

Another waitress came over to them with a plate of food and placed it before the man. "Here you go pretty eyes."

Seeing the steak, mashed potatoes with gravy, and corn made Khushi realize how hungry she was and how she hadn't eaten much all day.

"She'll have the same," she heard the man said.

Before Khushi could even say anything, the waitress nodded and went to give the chef the order.

"But I-"

"You should eat up - a beautiful woman like you needs to have her strength."

At the comment, Khushi blushed hard.

"It's important that you eat so that beautiful color stays on your cheeks."

And Khushi blushed harder.

"Flattery isn't something you take so easily; you bloom like a rose."

Khushi looked down at her hands. Oh my, this man... he's so... wow.

The man turned to her. "How about this - until your food arrives, you will eat with me."

Khushi's eyes widened. "Oh no, I couldn't-"

"I insist."

"No-"

"A beautiful woman like you needs her strength."

Khushi sighed lightly. "I should probably not take food from a stranger," she pointed out.

The man chuckled. "Well then, how about we make proper introductions - what's your name?"

"Khushi. Khushi Kumari Gupta."

"Nice to meet you Khushi, I'm Arnav. Arnav Singh Raizada."

At the sound of his name, Khushi's eyes widened. No way!

"You're the Arnav Singh Raizada? CEO of AR Industries?"

"Ah, so my reputation precedes me."

Khushi couldn't believe it. "My ex, he... he used to talk about you a lot."

"Is that so," he questioned before placing a fork full of potatoes into his mouth.

Khushi nodded. "He was always like how he'd love to meet you one day at one of his company parties that he works at and hopefully get a chance to work for you."

"Ah, I see.... Well, if I ever do, I won't give him the chance."

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows. "Why not? He-"

Arnav looked at her. "He hurt you."

Khushi felt her cheeks heat with blush.

"I don't like men who hurt women, not in that essence that is."

Khushi didn't understand what he meant.

The waitress came back and set down a plate of food for Khushi and went away.

"Thank you," Khushi muttered before digging in.

At the feeling of food in her mouth and eliciting her taste buds, Khushi moaned around the fork full of mashed potatoes. She hadn't realized the noise that had escaped her mouth until she noticed Arnav gazing at her with a heated stare.

"That's quite a lovely sound," he said, his voice low and velvet.

Khushi felt her body heat up and her insides clench, causing her to clench her legs together.

Arnav smirked to himself. "Eat up. Finish everything and I'll make your an offer."

Khushi looked at him, puzzled. "A-an offer?"

Arnav looked her straight into her eyes. "Yes - an offer that could change your whole life."

Chapter Seventy Two

"Marry me. Right now."

Arnav blinked as his angel looked down at him with a serious expression. "Angel-"

"Please? I don't want to wait anymore."

Arnav looked at her for a moment. "Khushi, if you still think I'm going to leave you-"

"No. I know now that you will never leave me. I probably did before, but my fears and insecurities may have blocked it. But I know for sure now that you never will, because I'm your angel, and you love me."

He smiled softly and placed a kiss on her forehead. "You better."

She smiled softly as well. "I just don't want to wait anymore, I don't.The moment is perfect and I don't want to lose it."

"You mean fucking in a parking lot sets the perfect moment," he teased

Khushi paused for a moment before bursting into laughter. "I can't believe we just did this."

"Neither can I," Arnav chuckled. "But that's one thing off the list."

"Oh? What else does the kink-meister have in mind?'"

Arnav entangled his fingers in her hair and tugged her face closer to him. "Lots of things."

Khushi felt her body shudder and Arnav groaned.

"Clench my cock like that again angel, and I'll have to fuck you."

"That sounds like a good idea," she whispered, biting her lower lip.

But as exciting as the idea was, Arnav lifted her up and pulled out of her.

"What-?"

"I'd rather get out of this parking lot and bury myself into you and fuck you so hard that you can't walk, elsewhere."

Khushi gasped. "And where would that be," she breathed.

Arnav had her sit back down in the driver's seat and handed her the keys. She started up the car as Arnav pulled out his phone.

"Patty.... get the jet ready."

Khushi pulled away from their spot and headed towards the exit. The jet?

"Set the flight plan to Brazil."

Brazil!

"Yes, Rio.... okay," and he hung up.

"You want to go to Rio?"

"We're going to Rio."

"To fuck me into the next century," she said sarcastically.

"Hmm... that's not a bad idea."

Khushi glanced at him with a smirk. "Pervert."

Arnav grinned roguishly and Khushi beamed. She pulled up to the exit, where the security guard noticed them. He looked at them oddly, remembering that they had gone down quite a while ago.

"Couldn't find the car," Arnav said, and Khushi quickly pulled into traffic, wanting to avoid any bit of embarrassment.

*~*

Khushi followed Arnav's directions and they arrived to the airport. "Why are we here?"

"Well I did plan a flight to Rio."

Khushi rolled her eyes at his sarcasm and ignored his frown. "Without any luggage? What happened to packing."

"Don't worry, I've got it all under control."

Khushi looked at him with confusion as he got out of the car. She followed out behind him and saw the jet waiting for them. She followed him up and sat down across from Arnav when he sat down.

"We can't legally leave, we don't even have our passports."

"That, my angel, is where you're wrong."

He pointed out the window and Khushi looked out to see Nigel.

"I texted Nigel and he's got our stuff."

"So he has a key to the apartment?"

Arnav nodded. "He only goes in when directed."

"Ah.... I see." Khushi turned to him. "So he picked out all of our stuff?"

"Just the necessities."

"I see.... Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada, I must say, you really are something else."

Arnav leaned forward, taking her hand. "Future Mrs. Khushi Singh Raizada..."

Khushi's face instantly filled with blush.

"...you truly are something else," he winked.

A grin spread across her face and she moved forward, and kissed him.

All the necessities were completed, Arnav taking charge while Khushi sat and watched him. Once everything was complete, the plane soon took off into the air, and once again, Khushi left her stomach behind, 3000 feet below.

The couple was served their meal and the two made a toast.

"What exactly are we toasting to," Khushi asked.

"To an intense week of nonstop fucking."

"Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada," she mocked with distaste, "Have you no shame?"

"Have I said anything wrong," he asked innocently.

Khushi shook her head. "Unbelievable."

Arnav licked his lower lip and Khushi felt her insides clench. "You have that look on your face."

"What look," she breathed.

"I think you know very well which one."

Khushi bit her lip, holding back her moan. "I won't make the same mistake as last time."

"And which mistake is that?"

"Forgetting that there are other people on board."

As if on cue, the air hostesses came and took their empty plates away and refilled their wine. When they disappeared, Khushi pursed her lips, forcing back her smile.

"See? I learn my lessons," she smirked.

"I can see that."

Khushi stood up and held her hand out to him. Arnav took it and followed after Khushi, entering the bedroom. She had him sit down then straddled him.

"Now then, if memory serves me right, we were about to start round two in the car."

In an instant, Khushi was placed on her back and he grinned up at Arnav.

"Wrong. You were bout to start round two. I just fixed the setting."

"Setting, shmetting! Are you ready to fulfill your promise," she asked, a gleam in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Arnav smirked and kissed her along her neck, and made his way to her earlobe, sucking it and biting it. "That I will," he whispered beneath it.

Khushi moaned, gripping onto his hair.

"However I won't be fulfilling it right now."

"Why," Khushi breathed.

"All in good time, sweet angel of mine."

Khushi nodded and let Arnav take control of her body and pleasure her. She looked forward to their escape from reality. Some time away from home just might clear her head of the current jumble, not to mention recover from the jumble of emotions they had experienced the day before  

Who knew one day could make so much of a difference.

*~*

When the couple arrived to Rio de Janeiro–Galeão International Airport, they immediately got into a car and drove off, Arnav driving. Khushi couldn't believe that they were Rio de Janeiro! She had always dreamed of coming here, and now she finally was!

"Oh my gosh, Arnav, I can't believe we're here!"

It was absolutely beautiful! The sun shined brightly and the sky was clear blue, a variety of sounds and smells filling the air. 

"Are we staying at a hotel by the beach," she asked. 

"Not exactly."

Khushi looked at Arnav with confusion and he simply winked at her. The look on his face told Khushi that he had something planned out, but what it was, was the big question. 

Not long later, the couple arrived to the docks, filled with many boats. A man greeted Arnav and Khushi wasn't so surprised that Arnav had a friend around here. They were helped onto a boat and soon the boat was off on full speed. Khushi absolutely loved the feeling of the wind blowing through her hair and grinned from end to end as Arnav held her around her waist. 

About 20 minutes later, they arrived to an island. When she was helped off the boat, Khushi looked at the large yet simple house that stood in front of her. She was instantly snapped out of her thoughts when she was swooped up into Arnav's arms. Arnav thanked his friend for dropping them off and the captain tipped his hat at the couple, then left. 

"So you've brought me to a secluded island," Khushi said, cocking her eyebrow. 

"Isn't it amazing? No distractions, no one to bother. It's absolutely perfect."

"Maybe... but I doubt my boss would like me leaving like this without saying anything."

"Oh don't worry angel, it's all been taken cared of."

"Oh? Is that so? My boss can be quite unpredictable."

Arnav cocked his eyebrow and placed her down. "Is that so?"

Khushi nodded, slowly stepping back. "He can be quite bossy. And he doesn't like it when he doesn't have his way."

"Uh huh," he commented, slowly stepping towards her. "Sounds like a control freak."

"He is."

Arnav paused and so did Khushi. The second he reached out to her, Khushi dashed to the house. She ditched her flats behind on the sand and before she could reach the house, Arnav caught her and swung her up in the air. Khushi shrieked with laughter, her laughter mixed with Arnav's. 

"Control freak huh?"

Khushi giggled and kissed his cheek. "My control freak."

"Damn right," he smiled. 

Arnav walked to the house and carried Khushi in. Khushi glanced around at the vast home. It was very open, the sun shining in from all directions. 

"How did you find this place," Khushi asked. 

"I own it."

Khushi's eyes widened. "You own- should I really even be shocked?"

Arnav chuckled as he went up the stairs. "No you shouldn't. Also, I got it through one of the VIPs at the club - he didn't want it anymore."

"Wow... that's some investment?"

Arnav chuckled as he walked into the master bedroom. Khushi took in the fine wood that defined the room as it did the rest of the house, as well as the plain white walls with simple decorations, the large windows which led out to a hot tub on the balcony, and the clear white curtains that flew in the wind. 

"A hot tub on the balcony, huh," Khushi pointed out.

"Well let's just say the previous owner had a bit of a romantic in him."

"A male romantic? How rare!"

Arnav cocked his eyebrows at her but he chuckled. He placed Khushi on the bed and laid atop of her. 

"Now that you've got me alone," Khushi began, running her fingers through his hair, "what next?"

"Indulge," and he kissed her neck.

Khushi moaned as he sucked and teethed her flesh, when a thought came to mind. "Arnav?"

"Hmm?"

"Where's our stuff?"

Arnav paused then pulled back. Khushi looked at him curiously, sitting up.

"They're where they belong?"

"Which is where? Did they even put our bags in the car?"

"They can't put any bags in the car if there aren't any to begin with."

"Wait, what?" Khushi was confused. 

"Simply put - there's no bags."

"What do you mean? What about our clothes? Unless...."

Khushi got up from the bed. Knowing Arnav, he must've gotten someone to get them all new clothes and fill up the walk-in closet before they got there. However when Khushi entered there closet, she found nothing. 

"Uh, Arnav," she called out. 

Arnav came strolling in and wrapped his arms around her. "Yes angel?"

"There's nothing here, we have no clothes."

"Exactly," and he kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobe. 

"So... does this mean you're taking me shopping?" Khushi prayed that wasn't so. While she would want to shop at H&M, Arnav would take her to Tory Burch, and that was something she just wasn't okay with. 

"No angel," he said as he moved his hands to the straps of her dress. "This means..."

Arnav brushed the straps of her dress off and it fell to the floor. 

"...that while we're here..."

He unhooked her bra and removed it. 

"...nothing will stop me from ravishing in you."

Arnav's finger traveled down her spine and with each trace, her body bowed. A moan escaped from her lips and Khushi wanted him more than anything. 

"There's only one rule here, Khushi," he said, his voice low as he admired her naked body. "And that is no clothes, no disruptions, just us."

Khushi turned around and faced him. She gazed into his eyes and saw her own heated passion reflected in his eyes. "Well if that's the case..."

Her hands went under his shirt and Khushi removed it. She undid his jeans and let them fall to the floor, along with his boxers. He was hard and ready for her and she felt her core ache for him.

"I think I look forward to this vacation," Khushi smiled.

Arnav stepped out of his jeans and Khushi stepped back. 

"There's nowhere for you to go angel," Arnav smirked devilishly.

"Are you sure," Khushi teased. 

Of course, she knew there nowhere to go. She just enjoyed the game. 

Arnav paused and so did Khushi. Immediately he reached out and picked her up into his arms. 

"Now then, I've got a promise to fulfill," Arnav smirked as he walked out of the closet. 

"That you do," Khushi replied, her tone light and breathy. 

But Arnav didn't walk towards the bed. Instead he headed for the bathroom. Khushi looked at him with confusion but her question was soon answered as they entered the shower. She was placed down on her feet and Arnav turned on the shower, water cascading down onto the two instantly. Khushi flinched at the cold and held onto Arnav, welcoming his warmth.

Arnav tilted her chin up to him, taking both her hands behind her back. Khushi gasped, gazing up at him. 

A devilish smirk grew on his face. "Let the fun begin."

Chapter One

Ah!

When I think of the world I was in before I met Arnav, it seems strange to me. It used to be the world that I only knew of... the normal world.

Mmm!

Normal. I always hated that word. Yet it was the only thing I knew of, yet didn't exactly understand nor belong to.

My day would start at 6:30, getting up and getting ready for work and the day. I worked a regular 9 to 5 job, sitting at a desk in a cubicle that looked like hundreds of others, staring at and punching in numbers all day on a computer. At 5 I would leave, get home by 6, and spend my evening with a little more work and watching mindless TV.

At first everything was good. I had a master's degree, a good job, and a good looking boyfriend. Dhruv was my high school sweetheart and we had been dating ever since. He was my first love and the first man I had ever been in bed with.

Everything was great until I realized it was too perfect. Everyday started the same - wake up, wash up, shower, get ready, go to work. The nights would differ now and then, since now and then I would either just do things on my own or be with Dhruv.

And that's what really made me realize how dull and repetitive my life was.

The sex! Oh the sex! ... it was horrible!!! Every time Dhruv would thrust into me, it felt like a jackhammer was drilling into me! Don't get me wrong, I used to love having sex with him. But then everything was just too repetitive - no foreplay, just kiss and bang, and sis boom ba!

Wake up, work, Dhruv, sis boom ba! Wake up, work, Dhruv, sis boom ba!

I couldn't take it anymore!

My sister Payal had told me I was being crazy.

"You're crazy Khushi! Dhruv is so hot! Who wouldn't want to be with a guy like that? He's perfect! Good job, good looks, normal, perfect! Why wouldn't you want to be with him?"

My sister just didn't get it. For her, that was perfect. Take her boyfriend Akash - high school sweetheart, takes her out on nice dates, works a regular 9 to 5 job, normal - that was perfect for her. That was almost exactly like me, not to mention Dhruv and I, but the only difference was that while my sister would scream in the middle of the night from a mind blowing orgasm, I would just lay there and never reach my orgasm while Dhruv would.

I tried explaining that to my sister and she told me to get checked out by a doctor. I found that absolutely ridiculous since I could achieve an orgasm on my own.

For days I didn't do anything, months even! Until finally, I broke down. It was a tough day at work, my manager getting on my last nerves! She was barking away at me, telling me of her problems and taking it out on me, giving me excuses and making me the bad guy like I did no work at all! It was then that I had snapped, screaming in frustration. Everyone in the office turned to me and looked at me like I was some sort of freak but I didn't care. I simply grabbed my things and charged right out of work.

Somehow by the time I got home, Dhruv had found out. I'm sure it was that Seema from work who had told him. Ever since the two met at a work event I had taken him to, I knew there was something going on between them, only I never had the courage to say anything. So when he barked at me, yelling at me for being stupid for walking out on the job like that, I kicked him right in the balls and told him to go to hell and to take Seema with him and his broken dick.

After that, I walked right out. I took my valuables and belongings, left Dhruv crying on the floor like the pussy he was, and walked right on out.

I wandered around town, unsure of where to go. I debated on going to Payal's but I knew she'd say the same thing like Dhruv and say that I was stupid for doing what I did... which turned out to be true because that's what she said in her text.

I was in a diner in the middle of town, with nowhere to go, when I saw- ah!

"Not paying attention, are we?"

Opening my eyes, I left the world of my memories and met the dark chocolate ones that I loved.

"You will be punished for that."

Leather strips met my femininity, bringing a cry of pleasure out of my lips. However they were cut short, stifled by his mouth as his lips crashed onto mine.

"Kitten, you know better than that," he muttered over my lips before slightly tugging on the nipple clamps.

A cry left my lips once again as I nodded like a bobble head.

"I thought so," and he removed the clamps.

My eyebrows scrunched immediately, watching him unhook me from the cross I was being hung on.

"What-?"

His fierce eyes met mine and I looked down immediately. His eyes remained on me while he continued to unhook me from the x-cross, and then picked me up and carried me in his arms.

As he walked through the house, my eyes remained down, never daring to look at his. I was to never look at him, at least, not without permission. And since he had stopped the scene, I knew for sure that he was not in a good mood.

Taken into my room, I was dropped onto the bed and I landed with a thud. Before I could even blink, my hands and feet were spread out and strapped into cuffs which were attached to the corners of the bed.

"Do you understand why I'm doing this," he asked.

With a gulp, I nodded. "Because I wasn't paying attention."

He didn't say anything and pulled open the top drawer of my bedside table. I watched as he pulled out my vibrator and I could only wonder what was to come.

Putting his fingers between my folds, my body jerked to life. I desperately wanted him to enter his fingers inside of me. But instead, he inserted my vibrator and turned it on with the little remote that was attached to it. Immediately my body felt pleasure, humming as the vibrator hummed within me.

"Please," I moaned, needing more.

A smirk appeared on his face and he increased the power of it. Moans escaped my mouth and I was close. But just as I was about to reach my high, he turned off the vibrator.

"No," I mewled.

I felt him straddle me and I looked up at him.

"What's that kitten," he smirked.

"Please," I cried.

He turned on the vibrator again and I moaned in pleasure. It was much quicker to reach my high again, but when I was close, he shut it off again.

"No," I cried out, thrashing my head from side to side.

"Does my baby girl want to cum?"

"Yes," I cried, pulling on my restraints.

"Well then baby girl should pay attention," and he turned it back on.

Damn you!

My body climbed higher and higher, ready to get to my release but he turned it off again! I screamed, wanting him to stop all of this.

"Please Master," I cried.

The sound of his chuckling echoed in the room. "Too bad kitten," and he turned it back on.

"No!"

I didn't want this, I hated it! To be denied of my orgasm... no!

"Please," I whimpered.

"Why weren't you paying attention kitten?"

"I was- ah! I was... I was thinking about my life before you!"

A heartbeat passed and he turned off the vibrator. He took it out of me and tossed it aside, then released my feet and my wrists. Taking me into his arms, he held me and cradled me in his lap. No words were spoken for a moment, only small pepper kisses placed on my head.

"Why were you thinking about that Khushi," he asked softly.

I sighed into his arms and held onto his shirt over his chest. "I couldn't help it," I admitted in a whisper.

Tilting my chin up to him, he placed a soft and tender kiss on my lips, then let me simply lay in his arms.

It just couldn't be helped. The past kept coming into my mind; taking me back to the day I first met him.