Chapter Six

The curving of his lips made Khushi somewhat nervous. She couldn't believe she was actually willing to negotiate his terms on a BDSM relationship.

Am I really doing this?

Arnav pushed off from the desk and took his seat. "Your terms," he asked, folding his hands on top of his desk.

"I'll do it; both your secretary and... be your submissive," she blushed. "I also understand that in the contract, you've stated that you want the relationship to also extend in the workplace, of course private and unknown. I'll agree, if you give me a $75,000 income."

Arnav arched an eyebrow and brought his folded hands up to chin. He looked at her as he was lost in thought, and Khushi tried her best to not break away. While this was a blushy matter they were mainly focusing on, right now the topic was on business, and that was something she was always serious about.

"Deal."

Khushi couldn't help but to be surprised. "Really?"

"Well you are a certified accountant with her masters; you deserve well pay."

Khushi pursed her lips and fiddled with her hands.

"Anything else?"

Clearing her throat, Khushi tucked a strand of her hair back. "Um... there's certain things I'm against. ...such as suffocation."

While blush had filled her cheeks in heat of embarrassment, Arnav simply looked at her, not affected by it, one single bit.

He really has done this before.

"I'm also against the use of knives and gynecological devices. There's also the fear of punishment... I don't really know how I exactly feel about that."

"Thinking too much on it only causes more fear. In reality, it truly isn't as frightening as you may think.

"On the topic of suffocation, what about slight choking?"

Khushi's eyebrows went up. "Choking?"

Arnav simply looked at her, his lips rested on his folded hands. The thought of choking reminded Khushi of the raunchy novels she had read, as well one of the pornos she had found on Dhruv's laptop a year ago. She was shocked to find it, but couldn't help herself but to wonder how it must feel to have your throat gripped the way the pornstar had their's gripped in the video.

"Okay," she heard herself saying.

Arnav smiled lightly. "Okay. As for the others, consider them gone. Anything else?"

Khushi cleared her throat and shifted in her seat. "Um... I'm not so sure about, um... well... anal," she blushed.

Arnav moved his folded hands away from his lips. "I'm assuming you haven't done it."

Khushi shook her head. Dhruv had always thought of it to be disgusting.

"I won't be taking that off the table. We'll try it - train you, and take it from there. Anything else?"

After hearing everything she had, her mind jumbled. "My brain is too mushy right now," she admitted.

"Well I'm glad you're being honest with me.

"Just know that at anytime you have the right to choose whether or not if you want to stay or leave; that is entirely up to you. I won't go after you, though it will be hard not to."

Khushi looked up at him and saw a gleam in his eyes. She instantly looked away, feeling her body hum.

"Anything else," he asked.

"Where do I sign," she said in a light voice.

Khushi wasn't sure, but she thought she had seen his eyes lit up for a fraction of a second. He came around and helped her find the spaces she would need to sign, starting with a nondisclosure form. Page after page, Khushi signed until finally they were all complete. Arnav put the documents away and Khushi stood. When he turned to her, Khushi took in a sharp breath. There was something in his eyes, a sort of gleam. He moved closer to her then slightly pulled her to him.

Khushi still couldn't believe that she had actually agreed to do this, that she had actually signed on to this. This was nowhere near normal and it was absolutely mind-boggling! But this was exactly what she needed - an escape from normalcy.

Arnav reached up and cupped her cheek in his hand. Khushi loved the warmth and the slight roughness of his hand, shutting her eyes to his embrace.

"You are mine," he said, his voice hoarse. "You're my kitten."

Khushi looked up at him at the sound of the pet name and before she could question it, his lips covered hers. Khushi was so shocked, she gasped, giving him access to her mouth. His tongue met hers and explored, taking in her taste. It took her a moment before Khushi recovered from her shock and kissed him back.

Arnav pulled back and placed his forehead against hers. "I've been wanting to do that since I saw you at the diner."

Khushi was shocked again. No one had ever desired to kiss her the way Arnav had, not even Dhruv the stupid jackhammer!

Arnav released her and took her hand. "Come. Let me feed you."

Khushi followed behind Arnav, going into the dining room. Several maids were finishing setting up the table, their lunch ready. Arnav helped her into her seat before sitting down.The dining table seated a total of six people and Khushi wondered who else had sat at this table with him.

The other six must have.

With their food ready and prepared, Arnav made a toast to their new beginning and they dug in. Seeing the steak and potatoes reminded Khushi of the other day, which seemed so long ago, when in fact it was yesterday. Khushi happily ate and she could see the satisfaction on Arnav's face.

Maybe I'll be able to avoid punishment.

The thought of it somewhat scared her yet excited her, which happened to confuse her yet cause her to squirm in her seat.

What is wrong with me?!

The sound of Arnav's chuckling filled her ears and she turned to him. "W-what's so funny?"

"You," he grinned, and Khushi blushed.

"What are your plans for the evening?"

"I don't have any," Khushi replied, placing her hands in her lap.

"Then you can move in today."

"Wait what?"

Khushi remembered reading about that in the contract, yet somehow she had managed to forget all about it. And somehow, Arnav was able to tell that she forgot.

"Khushi, are you sure you read the contract carefully or did you forget half of the things you read," he scowled.

Khushi looked down at her lap. She felt like she was little girl being scolded at. "Sorry," she muttered.

"Sorry what?"

"Erm... sorry Sir."

"Good, start getting into the habit of saying that," and he resumed eating. "You can move in today and my men will retrieve your items from your hotel room."

Khushi looked up at him. "Where would I stay... Sir?"

Arnav arched his eyebrow at her.

"I mean... I know you said in the contract that I would stay in a separate room but you haven't-"

"Finish your food and I will take you up to your room. Now eat."

Khushi looked down at her food. "Yes Sir."

But Khushi was in a jumble of emotions to eat. However when she heard a slight growl from him, she quickly ate as her mind rambled.

Oh my gosh, this is really happening! Why the hell did I agree? Holy crap, what if Payal finds out? Oh shit! No, no, she can't find out. She won't find out, how would she find out? I'm avoiding her calls and texts, as well as everyone... no one would know about Arnav....

Khushi glanced at Arnav.

Sir... he's actually my dominant now. A dominant! MY dominant! Holy crap, I have a dominant! And I'm a submissive? Holy fuck!

Khushi picked up her glass of wine and guzzled it down. After everything that had happened, she really truly needed something stronger than alcohol.

Chapter Five

When Khushi awoke the next morning, it took her a moment to remember where she was and what had led her to the hotel. She remembered meeting Arnav Singh Raizada and she instantly picked up her phone. She looked through their exchanged emails and stared at his phone number.

Should I call him? Text him? Maybe I should wait and text him later.

Liking that idea, Khushi got up and washed up. Moments later, when she got out, there was a knock on the door. A hotel employee arrived and pushed in a trolley of food. Once he set everything on the table and Khushi gave him his tip, he gave a curt nod and left. Khushi looked at the table full of food and noticed a card. Picking it up, she read it.

New day, new beginning

Have a wonderful day

~Arnav

Oh, so this wasn't for free. Khushi's eyes widened. Then that means-! Oh he's beat me to he bill again and he's stuffing me up!

Khushi looked at the food on the table and her stomach grumbled. She didn't realize she was that hungry, and unable to fight her stomach, she dug right in. The food was delicious and she knew better than to just pig out.

Getting her phone, Khushi called Arnav. It rang for a moment before it went through.

"Arnav Singh Raizada."

Khushi gulped down the eggs in her mouth and felt her body hum. Hearing his deep voice did things to her, and it was a very nice feeling.

"H-hi, it's Khushi," she said softly.

"Ah, good morning Khushi. Sleep well?"

Khushi nodded even though he couldn't see her. "Yes. Thank you for the breakfast, it was lovely."

"You're most welcome Khushi; it's my duty to take care of you. After all...."

Khushi's eyebrow scrunched.

"...you are my guest over there."

"Oh! I g-guess."

Khushi thought of the contract and all of the eating rules and taking-care rules.

"What are you doing today?"

"Um... nothing really."

"Would you like to meet up today and go over the contract?"

Khushi gulped. Should I?

"We can do lunch at my place and go over the contract and negotiate. Deal?"

"Um-" What the hell do I say? Yes? No? I don't know? No hablo ingles? "Deal."

Why the hell did I say that?

"Great. I'll pick you up at 1."

`

With that, the two hung up and Khushi put her phone down on the table.

Why the heck did I agree? This is all crazy! I mean a date to go over flogging? Wait a minute, is it even a date? Am I about to go on a date with THE Arnav Singh Raizada? Noooo! Khushi gasped. Is it really? No, no I'm going over my head, no, no way. I mean then I'd have to wear something special- oh my gosh, what the hell do I even wear?!

Khushi went dashing to her bag and rummaged through it. 

Crap, I have nothing good for lunch! Most of my good clothes are still back home with.... Khushi cringed. I don't even want to think about that cheating jackhammer. Though I'm curious if I really broke his balls.

The memory of Dhruv on the floor made her giggle. It also made her think of their relationship.

In the beginning it was beautiful. I thought that I was in love with 'the one'. But now... now it's time to look at things a bit more seriously. 

Dhruv and I are over. There's no way I'm ever going back to that. Besides the cheating thing, I wasn't... satisfied. I mean I call him the fucking jackhammer for a reason. I can't have that again, ever. But with Arnav....

Khushi thought of their first meeting yesterday. She remembered how he had looked at her and how she had immediately reacted. Not once had she ever felt that with Dhruv, not even when they had first met. 

What is it about Arnav that's so... so... different? If Dhruv had ever mentioned something like this, I'd call him crazy. But then again, it would be Dhruv. He's nothing near Arnav, not even in the same universe.

Khushi's phone rang, playing the specific ring tone she had for Payal. She let it ring continuously and when it stopped, she blocked her number. There were texts from Payal, waiting for Khushi to see them. There were texts from Dhruv as well, and from the glimpse she caught, she saw that he was apologizing. But Khushi didn't care - she didn't want to go back to that orgasm-ruining jackhammer. 

Khushi looked at the contract, which sat on the desk by the window. 

Maybe it's time for something new. A new life, new everything. Maybe it's time to leave the hated 'normal', and become a part of something else.

*~*

It was one o'clock on the dot and when Khushi got down to the lobby, she saw Arnav waiting for her. He wore a charcoal coat over a navy suit, the top two buttons of his white shirt undone. Khushi stopped herself from biting her lip and resisted the urge to clench her thighs. 

She walked over to him and watched him as he looked at her from head to toe. Khushi glanced down at her outfit, hoping that her casual black skater dress and coat were okay, as well as her combat boots. For some reason, Khushi just couldn't figure out what to wear for this. It was always easy when she was with Dhruv, wearing whatever. But when it came to the Adonis known as Arnav Singh Raizada, it was so much more than just putting clothes on her body.

"You look lovely," he smiled softly.

Khushi blushed. "Thank you. You look very handsome."

"Thank you. I just came from work, so I apologize if I seem slightly tired."

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows. "You look perfect," she said without thinking.

"Thank you, Khushi. That's very kind of you."

Khushi blushed even harder. What is wrong with me?!

"Shall we?"

Pushing aside her embarrassment, Khushi nodded.

Arnav led her out, Khushi walking beside him. When the valet caught sight of him, he scurried off to get Arnav's car. When he arrived with the Bentley, Arnav held the door open for Khushi and then went around and sat in the driver's seat. He pulled off into traffic and Khushi looked at the city around them. The good hotels were in only in the city, not to mention all of the businesses and tall buildings. 

Driving back into town, Arnav drove to the richer parts, where only those of high class lived. Khushi had always wondered what it would be like to live there. In fact, she had always dreamt of coming here one day, just to see it once with her own eyes.

Looks like some dreams do come true.

It wasn't long until Arnav pulled up to large iron gates. It automatically opened and Arnav drove forward. The path was surrounded by trees and when it finally cleared up ahead, Khushi was mesmerized by Arnav's home. It was grand, it was modern, the floor to ceiling windows taking in the sunlight and filling up the house. 

Stopping the car in front of the grand house, Arnav stepped out and opened the door for Khushi. She stepped out and gazed at the home. One of Arnav's security came forward and Arnav handed him the keys to the car. The man drove it away, taking it to the garage.

Following Arnav inside, Khushi gazed at the lovely home. The living room was to the left, where Arnav had them leave their coats; the stairway leading upstairs just ahead of them. The study was to the right and Khushi could see the walls full of books on their shelves. Behind the stairs led to the kitchen, the dining room to the left.

Like the rest of the home, the kitchen too had a modern theme, with metallic kitchenware, the cabinets and island of dark wood with slate counters. Arnav had her sit down in one of the stools which surrounded the island, and Khushi gladly did, overwhelmed by the large home.

I don't belong here.

"What would you like to drink," he asked.

"Just water would be fine." By the gallon she wanted to add.

It was bad enough that she had no idea what to call this shing-ding, nor had a clue on how to dress up for this, and now she had plummeted down the rabbit hole and into Arnav's home.

What am I getting myself into?

Arnav poured her a glass of water and poured himself some red wine. "Shall we discuss the contract?"

Khushi took a gulp of her water. "Here?"

"We can take this to my study."

He held his hand out to her and Khushi looked at it. For a moment she hesitated, before taking it. At the contact of his warm hand, his warmth spread through her body, it coming alive with a hum. Khushi gasped and her eyes met his. 

"You feel it too," he murmured. 

Confusion spread in her expression, but instead of clearing it, Arnav led her to the study. 

Through large windows, sunlight poured in, reflecting off of the snow that remained on the ground. When Khushi got closer, she noted that they were tinted, no one from outside able to look in. A desk sat centered in the room, right in front of the doors, surrounded by bookshelves. To the left were more bookshelves, surrounding a billiard table. Some distance away from it was a fireplace, a TV on top, set to the wall. Between was a small table with two leather chairs. Everything about the room just seemed so cozy. 

Arnav gestured her to sit down in one of the empty chairs across his desk. Khushi did so as he took his seat on the other side. 

"So, shall we," and he pulled out two copies of the contract from his desk. 

He handed handed a copy to Khushi and she held it, leaning it against her chest. "I don't have too many issues with it," she said softly. 

"Is that so?"

"The food thing, I personally think, isn't necessary. I mean having to eat enough and all of that," she quickly added when he frowned. 

"And why is that?"

Khushi scoffed lightly. "I'm a girl, I love to eat. There's no need to remind me to eat," she said softly. 

The corner of Arnav's lips tugged up. His humor was very much evident. "Is that so?"

Blush spread on her cheeks as she nodded. "I guess I'm somewhat of a piggy," she nearly whispered, slightly hiding her face behind the contract. 

Oh my gosh, I'm way over my head, he shouldn't be with a pig like me!

"Hardly," he smiled, running his finger over his lower lip. 

Khushi found herself eyeing his wandering finger, and it wasn't missed by Arnav. When she realized she had been caught, she hid her face even more with the contract. 

"Don't hide from me."

Khushi looked up at him through her eyelashes, though she made no attempt to unveil herself from the contract. She preferred that than showing her tomato-red face. 

"I'm glad to know that eating won't be a problem. In the past, it has been."

That caught Khushi's interest. "It has?"

Arnav nodded. "Punishment was in order, of course."

Khushi gulped remembering that part in the contract. The thought of whips and flogger being used on her, scared her.

"Don't."

Khushi looked up at him. How did he-?

"Most of it is all in your head. When you actually experience it, you'll realize that there's more pleasure than pain."

Khushi remembered reading lines similar to what Arnav had said in her novels. She also remembered how her sister made fun of her, not to mention humiliate her, for reading such raunchy novels. 

Arnav's eyebrows met in the middle. "What's wrong?"

Khushi shook her head. "Nothing. Just a memory," she said softly. 

Arnav stood up from his chair, placing his copy of the contract on the desk. He went around and moved in front of her, leaning against the desk. Cupping her face into his hand, he tilted it up to him.

"I understand that what you've dealt with yesterday - the pain and emotion - has had some effect on you. You left it all behind and now, I'm giving you a new beginning."

Khushi simply looked at him. What he had said was true. 

"It's up to you on whether or not you want to begin anew."

Arnav was right. After everything she had dealt with the day before, she had no other choice but to leave it all behind. She didn't want to ever see that jackhammer nor hear from him ever again. She didn't want to speak, see, nor hear her sister ever again, who did nothing but judge her because her life was perfect and Khushi's wasn't, and because she was normal, and Khushi wasn't. 

This was Khushi's chance to escape that dreaded normal and to try something new. It was somewhat nerving on many levels, but it was something new. And if it was a way to escape the dreaded normal, then damn it, nerving as it was, it was still an escape. 

Khushi took a deep breath and sighed. "Let's negotiate."

Chapter Four

At the sight of the attached document, Khushi couldn't believe what she was reading. Not needing anyone else in the room to see it, Khushi quickly printed it out and took it back upstairs. She read a bit of it while she was in the elevator alone and continued to do so as she entered and got in her room. Words on the pages flew out to her and echoed, words like nipple clamps, bondage, cuffs, punishment, and so much more.

Reading through every page of the document, Khushi placed the packet down and stared out the window with wide eyes. She couldn't believe she had read through it all without recoiling.

I can't believe I've read it all.

Khushi looked down at the packet in her hands. Along with the information about the relationship was information about the job offer as well. Based on the information provided, Khushi knew that to lose this job offer would truly be the stupidest thing she could have ever done.

But is it worth getting into a BDSM relationship with the great Arnav Singh Raizada?

Khushi's phone beeped, indicating that it was low on charge. She got out her charger from her purse and plugged it in, putting her phone on charge. Her mind clouded with the thought of Arnav Singh Raizada and she really didn't know what to do.

Keeping her phone on charge, Khushi searched him up online. She found the company's website, as well as links about the company and opinions from the company's workers. She clicked on one of those and looked at the comments people and to say about their job. None of them were bad, all of them containing positive comments. Khushi had silently hoped for at least one negative comment so she could use that as an excuse to back out. But it seemed that fate had other things in mind and Khushi questioned why.

Why me? First I quit my job, then my phone, and now this... this... crazy proposal!

Khushi's phone pinged, another email having arrived. When Khushi looked at the notification carefully, she saw that Arnav Singh Raizada had emailed her again.

Should I open it?

Tapping on it, the email app opened and took her to the email.

From: Arnav Singh Raizada

Date: December 22, 2016 9:16 PM

To: Khushi Kumari Gupta

Subject: The Contract

Dear Ms. Gupta,

I hope that you are well provided at the hotel and have already begun reading the contract.

If there are any questions that you have, please do not hesitate to email me.

Arnav Singh Raizada

CEO, AR Industries

Khushi blinked at the email. Her mind blanked and she didn't even know why.

Perhaps this is the power of Arnav Singh Raizada.

Crossing her legs and getting comfortable under the blanket, Khushi typed back a response.

From: Khushi Kumari Gupta

Date: December 22, 2016 9:18 PM

To: Arnav Singh Raizada

Subject: RE: The Contract

Dear Mr. Raizada,

Yes I am fine here at the hotel, thank you. I have also finished reading the contract.

Truth be told, my mind has blanked from shock. There are several questions, but I will need a moment to gather the pieces of my brain back together, and will only then be able to discuss them with you.

Khushi

With that, Khushi sent him the email.

That sounded proper... right?

Khushi's phone pinged again, only this time it was a text from her sister. She purposely ignored it and just as she was about to toss her phone side, she received another email.

From: Arnav Singh Raizada

Date: December 22, 2016 9:21 PM

To: Khushi Kumari Gupta

Subject: Regather

Dear Ms. Gupta,

I am happy to know that you are in comfort and that you have read the contract.

I assume it is only natural to be... perplexed. But I will wait for you to gather your wits, and then we can discuss any questions that you have in mind.

Arnav Singh Raizada

CEO, AR Industries

Only natural?

From: Khushi Kumari Gupta

Date: December 22, 2016 9:24 PM

To: Arnav Singh Raizada

Subject: Question

Dear Mr. Raizada,

If you don't mind me asking, have you done this before?

Khushi

Of course he has you idiot! ...right?

From: Arnav Singh Raizada

Date: December 22, 2016 9:26 PM

To: Khushi Kumari Gupta

Subject: Answer

Dear Ms. Gupta,

Yes, yes I have done this before, for several years.

Arnav Singh Raizada

CEO, AR Industries

From: Khushi Kumari Gupta

Date: December 22, 2016 9:28 PM

To: Arnav Singh Raizada

Subject: Question 2

With just one person? Or more? I'd like to know.

Do I really though? ...yes, I do.

From: Arnav Singh Raizada

Date: December 22, 2016 9:31 PM

To: Khushi Kumari Gupta

Subject: Answer 2

No, not just with one person. I have had six submissives so far.

Arnav Singh Raizada

CEO, AR Industries

From: Khushi Kumari Gupta

Date: December 22, 2016 9:32 PM

To: Arnav Singh Raizada

Subject: Question 3

So I'd be the seventh?

From: Arnav Singh Raizada

Date: December 22, 2016 9:34 PM

To: Khushi Kumari Gupta

Subject: Answer 3

Are you agreeing? If so, then yes, you would be lucky number 7.

Arnav Singh Raizada

CEO, AR Industries

Khushi's eyes widened slightly. Lucky number seven? Me? No way!

Khushi thought of all she had dealt with, from her bad relationship to her crappy job. She didn't see how she could be lucky.

Her phone pinged once more and she saw that she had received another email from Arnav.

From: Arnav Singh Raizada

Date: December 22, 2016 9:36 PM

To: Khushi Kumari Gupta

Subject: Sweet Dreams

It is getting late and you should get some sleep, after the eventful day you have had. We can talk about the contract tomorrow, I'll give you my phone number below. Get some sleep and please do not stress about this. All of your fears are in your head.

Good night.

Arnav Singh Raizada

CEO, AR Industries

555-1642

Khushi put her phone down and turned off the lights. Snuggling into bed, wrapped up warmly by the blanket, Khushi looked up at the ceiling.

I haven't agreed to anything, yet I just did as he said. What the hell?

She turned to the side, resting her cheek on her hand.

What am I getting myself into? Why am I not even stopping myself? Why am I going along with this so easily? I know that I've had a rough day....

Sleep began to take over Khushi and she yawned.

Maybe this is my new beginning.

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.