Chapter Seven

Going down the halls, Khushi simply looked at Arnav as he went to his room. When he arrived, he put Khushi down and Khushi looked at the room as he shut the door. It was big and spacious, much bigger than her large room. She noticed the black cushioned, larger than king size bed and the combination of gray and white pillows, and the gray duvet. On both sides were black geological shaped night stands, holding black lamps. The wall directly behind the headboard held a large portrait photo of Arnav in black and white in a black frame. Khushi began to notice the same color scheme throughout his room, from furniture to the color of his drapes.

One thing for sure, Khushi noted that this room was darker than the rest of what she had seen of the mansion.

"How do you like your future room," Arnav asked.

Khushi looked back at him confusedly. "You mean I'll be sleeping here with you?"

Arnav looked down, chuckling lightly to himself. "Oh future wife, you truly are something else." He looked back up at her. "Of course you are, you will be my wife. Where else would ones wife sleep?"

Khushi looked down, then back at the room.

"Does my future wife not like the room? And be honest."

"Well... i-it um... it could use a splash of color," Khushi nearly whispered.

"Color? Huh?" Arnav crossed his arms and looked around. "Hmm, maybe. What color did you have in mind?"

"Blue," Khushi automatically replied before she could stop herself.

"Ah, blue.... not bad future wifey. Maybe you do have smarts after all."

Khushi frowned. "I am educated, excuse you."

"Oh? Are you now?"

Khushi stood proudly. "Malkeen believes a woman should have brains to make them more attractive. A body isn't enough on its own."

Arnav stepped forward slowly. "Is that so?"

Khushi gulped down her confidence and looked down. Oh no.

"What else did your Malkeen teach you," he asked, standing before her.

Khushi didn't reply.

"Did she teach you how to pleasure a man?"

Khushi nodded hesitantly.

"And have those methods worked?"

Khushi shook her head. "I personally don't know but the others-"

"Oh right, you were new. I forgot," he shrugged.

Khushi didn't say anything.

"Well it looks like its time for you to figure that out on your own."

Arnav stepped towards her and Khushi walked back. Every step he took forward, she would go backwards, until she fell back on his bed. Khushi landed with a gasp and Arnav straddled her.

"Tell me, have you penetrated yourself," Arnav asked.

Khushi blushed as her eyes widened.

Arnav looked up, going into thought. "Oh wait, Ichchha did mention you using toys." He looked back down at her. "Do you own a dildo?"

Khushi blushed harder, though she didn't quite understand why. All the girls had one and they had used them in their lessons. If it was easy to use it in front of others, surely it would be easy to talk about it in front of one man.

But this man was something else.

"Well," he questioned with an edge in his voice.

"A glass one," Khushi whispered.

"Ah... so you've bled?"

Khushi nodded hesitantly. "Yes."

"Hmm, well at least there won't be any issues."

"Issues?"

"You know, cajoling and soothing and shit. And no taking it slow, just deep and fast," he smirked with a wink.

Khushi blushed harder.

Arnav leaned forward and hovered over her, their noses almost touching. "How about this: I'll pleasure you, but I won't fuck you. I want to learn your body well before I fuck you. Okay future wife?"

Khushi gulped. Did she really have a choice?

"Khushi, either you say yes and I do that, or you say no, and I fuck you roughly till you pass out."

Khushi's eyes widened with fear.

"Three..."

Oh my gosh.

"Two..."

Another countdown?!

"One-"

"Yes," Khushi quickly replied.

Arnav pouted. "Once again, I really wanted to get to zero. Ah well," he shrugged, and he captured her lips.

Khushi moaned and placed her little hands on his chest. She felt one of Arnav's hands travel under her kameez and travel up to her breasts. He squeezed it, causing Khushi to moan into his mouth once more. He moved to her neck and began to kiss it and suck on it.

Khushi began to get lost in pleasure as he nibbled away. Arnav felt her erected peak over her bra and pinched it, causing Khushi to moan. She entangled her fingers in Arnav's hair and tugged on it, causing Arnav to take a sharp breath.

For a moment, Arnav paused and looked down at her. Khushi looked up at him and Arnav could see fear, anticipation, and confusion in her eyes.

In the blink of an eye, he turned them over and sat up them up, Khushi holding onto his biceps.

"You're so muscular," Khushi breathed, her eyes wide as she observed them.

Arnav cocked his head. "That I am," he smirked.

Khushi looked at him, wanting to wipe off the smirk on his face. But instead of doing that, Arnav began to kiss her again. Khushi responded, keeping a good grip on him. Arnav moved both his hands under her kameez and pulled it up, Khushi holding her arms up to let him remove it. Arnav tossed it somewhere without looking and looked at Khushi's body. He cupped her breasts and Khushi shut her eyes, taking a sharp breath.

"Beautiful," Arnav muttered.

He kissed each of them and buried his face in them, inhaling her scent. Khushi gasped and her hands went to his hair, tugging on it once more. Arnav looked up at her and saw her blushing, looking nervous as well. He licked her breasts where it met her lace bra and Khushi moaned.

"These are hot," Arnav commented on her bra. "36C."

Khushi's eyes widened and she looked at him. "How did you know?"

"Just by looking at them," and he buried his face in them once more, causing Khushi to shut her eyes.

"Soft as pillows," he muttered. "I just might turn you into my pillow," he grinned, then unhooked and removed her bra.

Arnav crept his hand into Khushi's salwar and Khushi gasped. He skimmed his hand over the lace fabric of her panties and Khushi moaned.

"Wet," Arnav growled.

In the blink of an eye, Khushi was pushed down onto her back. She felt Arnav slowly peeling off her salwar and panties, his finger tips skimming over her flesh as he did.

"So beautiful," he muttered, then moved up in between her legs, burying his nose in her, causing Khushi to gasp. "So intoxicating," he inhaled.

Khushi tried to clasp her legs shut but Arnav had his grasp on her legs. This was just too intimate for her, even though she and the girls had done this so many times before. She knew this was something to be expected, but for it to actually happen with a man - for it to happen with him - was much more different.

Khushi looked down at Arnav and found him looking at her. Keeping his eyes on her, Arnav watched as he brought his tongue out and licked her. Khushi tossed her head back with a moan, her left hand taking hold of her breast while the other shot forward to his hair.

When she looked at him once again, Arnav noticed something different in her eyes. The fear she had before wasn't as present, as it was replaced with lust and desire.

With a smirk, Arnav licked her once more and put pressure on her clit. Khushi cried out with a moan, kneading her breast as her grip tightened on his hair.

Arnav pulled back and rested his chin in his hand while the other traced her inner thighs."Note to self - future wife loves it when her pussy is being eaten."

Khushi blushed as she bit her lip. Even though his tongue was gone, his fingers were still doing a lot to her.

Arnav brought his hand to her femininity and touched her lips. "Do you wax, future wife?"

Khushi shivered at his touch. "Yes," she nearly whispered.

She felt him run his finger through her folds, causing her to moan. Arnav cocked his eyebrow at her as he watched her shut her eyes in pleasure. Still keeping his chin rested on his hand, he ran his free hand through her folds, getting more sounds out of her. Keeping his eyes on her, he continued to do so, spreading her juices. Then without any warning, he entered his finger.

Khushi's eyes popped open with a gasp mixed with a moan. Arnav felt her insides clench around him and watched as Khushi lifted herself up to look at him. Her eyes were now only filled with pleasure, nothing else. His response to that was by curving his finger to hit that sweet spot. Khushi cried out as her back arched.

Arnav smirked. "Do you like that future wife?"

Khushi panted, wanting it again.

"Duly noted."

Arnav got up and removed his finger. Khushi cried out at the loss and rolled her hips. Arnav smirked and hooked her left leg around his shoulder.

"Second note to self - future wife loves to be finger fucked."

He took hold of her leg and traced his tongue on it, placing butterfly kisses on the path he made. Khushi moaned, wanting him to continue what he was doing before.

Placing a kiss on her leg, he leaned forward, bending Khushi's leg back.

"Huh, you're quite flexible aren't you," he asked.

Khushi nodded with a gulp.

"How exiting," he grinned.

Leaning back just a bit, he hooked her other leg over his shoulder and moved forward again.

"So if I fucked you like this, it wouldn't be a problem."

It wasn't a question, but she answered anyways. "No."

Arnav put on a a fake grin, then released her legs. In the blink of an eye, Khushi was on her front and Arnav was laying on her.

"And if I took you from behind," he asked, tracing his finger over her holes.

Khushi shivered.

"I'm guessing it's no problem."

Khushi shook her head hesitantly as his finger hovered over her anus.

"I look forward to that future wife."

Khushi bit her lip. Yes she wondered what that would bring, but she could only think of him finger fucking her again. She wanted her release more than anything. She wanted to cry out and ask him for more, when Arnav pulled her up and had her on her knees.

"I know I said I wouldn't fuck you, but you know what," she heard him say as she heard the sound of unzipping, "I don't fucking care."

With that, Arnav entered her and both groaned. Khushi clenched around him and she couldn't believe how amazing he felt.

Fuck, he feels so big!

Arnav took hold of her waist. "Your pussy is so tight and warm future wife," he said as he slowly pulled out.

With a slam, he pounded back into her, getting a cry out of Khushi's lips.

"And I can't wait to cum in it."

With no more words exchanged, Arnav pounded into her relentlessly, never stopping. Khushi moaned and cried, loving every delicious thrust she earned. She loved it so much, she began to meet him thrust for thrust.

Oh my... this is what it's like to be fucked by a man. Or at least, by Raizada Saab.

Khushi had always heard about Arnav and his brother. She knew that Dhruv was harsh and cold, but she had heard that Arnav was the one every girl wanted to be with. He knew how to fuck you deliciously well, that you could only think and want his cock for the rest of your life.

And I'm going to be that girl to get it for the rest of her life?

Arnav gathered her hair into his hand and made a make-shift ponytail. He pulled her back by it and leaned back on his knees, taking her up with him.

"Ride my cock," he said, his voice deep and raspy.

Khushi was turned on by it and did as he said. She rode him while he kneaded her breasts and sucked on her shoulder and neck. She could feel herself building, ready to explode.

"Ah, future wife is ready to cum," he growled.

Arnav pulled out and pushed her back, rolling her onto her back. Khushi gasped and moaned as he entered her once more. Her hands moved to his shoulders, clasping onto him as he continued to fuck her. Khushi could tell by looking at him that he was ready to cum as well. She wanted her release desperately, so she met him repeatedly, establishing a rhythm. Khushi squeaked, ready to explode. Her grip on him tightened as she felt her release nearing. With just a few more thrusts, Khushi came undone, crying out as her back arched into him.

"Fuck," Arnav growled, and he thrust into her faster, and burst.

Khushi felt the warmth of his release within her and sighed. Arnav had collapsed on her, breathing heavily. She couldn't help but to move her hand into his hair and run her fingers through it.

His hair is so soft.

Arnav picked his head up and looked down at Khushi. Khushi's hand froze and she looked into his eyes, hers wide. Without a word, Arnav kissed her deeply and pulled back.

"I'm so glad my future wife has such a glorious pussy. If I was stuck with a bad one, I think I just might've have to kill myself."

Gone was the feeling of ecstasy, bringing Khushi back to reality. Her fear once again returned as she watched Arnav pull out of her. She felt herself drip and Arnav smirked. He parted her folds with his finger, scooping up the evidence of their release.

"Taste it," he said.

Khushi's eyes widened.

"Taste. It."

Khushi blinked.

Arnav cocked his eyebrow. "Don't act like it's something foreign, I'm sure you've tasted cum before."

Khushi blushed, not understanding why she was in the first place, and picked herself up. "I have," she whispered.

He frowned, tilting his head. "Have you only tasted yourself?"

Khushi shook her head. "I've tasted Payal, Seema, and Sheetal before, mostly Sheetal though since we get paired up more often."

Arnav looked at her with confusion.

"They're some of the girls I trained with. Malkeen usually paired us up together and Payal would get paired up with Seema more often."

"Training huh?"

Khushi nodded.

"So you've never tasted a man before."

Even though it wasn't a question, Khushi shook her head.

"That's good. Now suck," he gritted, holding his finger out to her.

Khushi looked at him and then at his finger. She reached out with a shaking hand and took hold of his finger. Looking at him once more, she wrapped her lips around his finger and sucked on it. She wasn't sure if she had heard right, but she could have sworn she heard him take in a sharp breath. She wasn't positive because her mind was focused on their taste. She loved it - so much, that she moaned around his finger and sucked harder. Her insides clenched, causing more to come out from her folds. Khushi released his finger and scooped up what had come out to taste it.

"Kinky."

Khushi looked at him with her finger in her mouth.

"I like it," he smirked.

Khushi blushed and watched Arnav as he got up and fixed himself up. Only now had she realized that he hadn't taken any of his clothes off.

"Tomorrow, for sure, will be much better than this future wife. I guarantee it."

Khushi gulped. By the look in his eyes, she knew that there was more to come to this. She only wondered if she could take this, and for the rest of her life.