Chapter Twelve

Wave after wave of pleasure rose and clashed, turning Khushi's body into nothing but a mass of nerves. Her brain had turned into mush, no longer processing after both had their clothes deposited on the floor of the dressing area. The last thing it could remember was having their bodies flesh on flesh and being picked up to be taken to the bedroom. Now as Khushi gazed up at the ceiling and regained her breath, her brain barked at her for being so naive.

Khushi looked to her right. Arnav had gotten a phone call just as the two had come down from their high and had been busy in conversation, talking business. He was listening to the person speaking on the other side of the phone when all of a sudden her stomach grumbled. Arnav turned his attention to her and Khushi turned bright red.

"Looks like someone got worked up an appetite," Arnav smirked.

Khushi looked away and looked around for something to wear. Of course she knew that there was nothing, but she didn't want to face the embarrassment she had just put herself in. She heard Arnav chuckle and he went to the bathroom. Moments later he came out with a black T-shirt and gray sweatpants, and handed them to her. Khushi looked at the clothes in confusion and then at him, but Arnav was once again focused on his phone call. So without a word, she quickly put the items on, realizing that these were in fact Arnav's clothes. Once she had, she headed downstairs to get something to eat.

It had occurred to her then that she had never been in the kitchen before.

Going through the dining room, Khushi entered the kitchen. Like the rest of the house sans Arnav's room, it followed the theme of white. The cabinets were white with black knobs, the appliances of steel with black tops. The counters and the island were white with black counter tops, and the chairs around one side of the island were black with white cushions. However the walls were different, one wall being white and the rest with exposed brick walls. All together, the kitchen looked absolutely stunning.

"Do you need help with something Ma'am?"

Khushi turned to one of the workers who looked at her curiously. She seemed to be in her early forties, her hair beginning to whiten and the wrinkles beginning to appear on her face. But the woman still looked lovely in her petite form.

"Just a little hungry," Khushi said.

The woman smiled. "I'll make you chicken salad sandwich."

"Thank you..."

"Meghla."

"Thank you Meghla."

Meghla had Khushi sit down in one of the chairs while she prepared the sandwich. Khushi could have easily done it herself, as everything was already stored in Tupperware boxes, but Meghla would rather do the work.

"It's almost 1 AM; aren't you tired," Khushi asked.

"I was just finishing up some last minute things," Meghla explained. "But the quarters aren't far and there's always security if anything."

"Quarters?"

"Mm hmm. Raizada Saab had created a cottage for us workers to stay in so that we'd be close by and would have no issue in coming to work.

Khushi's eyebrows shot up. That was nice of him to do.

Meghla placed the sandwich in front of Khushi. "Is there anything else I can help you with Ma'am?"

"Please, call me Khushi, and no, thank you."

With a smile, Meghla nodded and wished her good night. When Meghla left, Khushi dug right into the sandwich and moaned in pleasure. Arnav truly had worked her into an appetite.

With her sandwich completely devoured, Khushi washed up her plate and put it away. She was heading upstairs to her room, when she saw Dhruv coming down the opposite staircase. She was grateful that the two staircases curved along the walls and never intersected. Dhruv was holding his forehead, Khushi positive he was suffering from a hangover. She hoped that he wouldn't notice her but unfortunately for her, he did.

"Well, who do we have here?"

Khushi paused at the top of the staircase and looked down at Dhruv, who was leaning his arm against the banister.

"Strutting about without my step-brother," he smirked.

Khushi looked away. She absolutely hated the man.

Dhruv looked her up and down for a moment. Khushi didn't like it at all and hugged her arms around her waist.

He tsked. "No... Bhai didn't get the girl I met."

Khushi looked at him with confusion.

"The girl I met was trained to be a whore. The girl I had met knew how to dance, how to sing, how to seduce - how to be confident. However my Bhabi here is, well, just a joke."

Khushi's eyes widened.

"No wonder you were so easily sold; you're worthless to the brothel anyways. They sold you away with a steal," and he turned away.

Anger struck within Khushi and her fists clenched. Worthless?!

"Oh," and he turned back to her. "Your friends at the brothel were right about you too."

Now that caught her attention.

"After I first saw you and didn't have you, I was furious I didn't get to drive my cock up that cunt of yours. Now I know it's a good thing it never happened. Driving it up Payal's ass, in Sheetal's mouth, or Seema's pussy - now that is pleasure. Only those three could ever be wanted and essential for pleasure, not you."

Dhruv walked away and Khushi seethed. She had clenched her fists so tightly, her nails were digging into her palms. With her jaw clenched, she walked back to her room. She thought of all the training she had, as well as how the other girls would tease her. She would believe that she was never good enough, which was why Ichcha Baai wouldn't let her perform. But Rita Baai always told the truth and told her she was the most talented and most beautiful out of all of them.

Yet Malkeen sold me away. 

Khushi paused and leaned back against the wall. Across from her was small table with a vase, with some flowers in it. A mirror stood above it and Khushi looked at her reflection.

Who am I? Or rather who have I become? After Malkeen took me in, she raised me to be strong, to be confident, not with just my looks and skills of seduction, but in myself as well. ...and yet I do everything but.

My first night, I performed strong and proud. Yet when it came to the most important part, I chickened out and got lucky Dhruv Saab never got to touch me. And after Raizada Saab bought me, I've been nothing but weak.

Khushi stared at herself for a moment. She brought her right hand up and touched her cheek, the mirror reflecting her actions.

I am beautiful. I am strong. I am better than what Payal, Seema, and Sheetal say. In most of our teachings, I always came first, even in the last exercise we did together. 

Rita Baai was right, they were jealous of me. That's why they always teased me of my skills and not being able to perform. Well look at me now! I have gotten out of that brothel and am married to the most powerful man in our land. Not that power has ever meant anything to me....

Khushi thought of Arnav, from the moment they first met and up until earlier in the evening.

The man is confusing. He can be scary, yet so.. so... caring - somewhat, in his own manner.

Images of their fornication flashed in her mind and her body heated.

He has been pleasuring me repeatedly. And after all my teachings, all my lessons... I have done none of those deeds.

Khushi looked at herself in the mirror once more. She felt something grow within her and she stood tall.

Whether I like it or not, I am bound to Rai- Arnav. He bought me for a large sum of money, he would never let me go so easily. And the way he treats Dhruv.... He may be using me to get back at his step-brother for whatever it is, and truth be told, I don't mind. That Dhruv is so... so... disgusting! They both may be bad but Dhruv is worse!

Dhruv's words from her first night echoed in her ears. She quickly covered them and shook the memory out, only to be replaced with her first night with Arnav; how he had told her information she didn't know or hadn't heard about herself for the longest of time, how they had gotten intimate in the den. Comparing the two Raizada's, Arnav was much better.

Especially in the way he made her body feel.

A shiver ran up her spine and she gasped. He truly made her feel immense pleasure, something her toys nor the other girls could ever do to her.

With a deep breath, Khushi sighed and headed back to her room. She found Arnav standing by the window, typing away on his BlackBerry. He finished with whatever he was typing and turned to put it down, when he saw Khushi standing in the doorway.

Arnav looked from side to side. "Well what are you just standing there for?"

Khushi ignored his sarcasm and watched him as he put the phone down on the nightstand. But Khushi's eyes didn't stay on there for long and traveled to his firm behind. It occurred to Khushi that Arnav had been naked this entire time, not once bothering to put on clothes as he spoke business on the phone.

Then again, it wasn't like the person could see him, it wasn't a video chat.

Arnav turned around and looked at her. Khushi simply looked at him and he continued to look at her. However Khushi was the one to first break away, her eyes traveling down to his hard length.

"See something you like," Arnav smirked.

Khushi looked up at him and stepped towards him. Arnav noticed something different about her, but it wasn't anything physical. Khushi approached him, remembering her lessons and her desire to prove to herself that Payal, Seema, and Sheetal were wrong about her.

Malkeen is going to regret losing her best asset.

She stood before him and Arnav looked at her. He watched her as her eyes wandered from his eyes to his lips. Khushi reached up and caressed his cheek, feeling his stubble beneath her hand. She reached up on her tippy toes and watching him carefully, she kissed him when he didn't seem to mind. Arnav responded to her kiss and Khushi moaned, her hands making their way to his chest.

Arnav placed his hands on her waist, bringing her closer. He was curious as to why all of a sudden her behavior had changed but he didn't mind it at all. He did get her from a brothel after all; if she didn't have the skills, it would be quite the disappointment, mostly for her teacher.

Khushi trailed her hand down along his body and took hold of his length. Arnav hissed and Khushi nipped at his lower lip. He looked at her and she gazed up at him. Her hand lazily moved along his length and all Khushi could think of was putting him in her mouth.

She trailed soft kisses on his neck and moved down along his chest. She moved lower and lower, getting on her knees, her lips hovering by his length. With her eyes on his, she stuck her tongue out and traced it up his length. Arnav groaned in his throat, his eyes shutting momentarily. When he looked at her again, Khushi licked his length again and placed at a kiss at the head. He gripped her hair and Khushi moaned at the slight tug.

"My naughty wifey," Arnav smirked.

Khushi moaned and placed a soft kiss on his length. Arnav took on a sharp breath and Khushi heard it.

"Do you want it in your mouth? Do you want to taste my cock?"

Khushi nodded. "I want your cock in my mouth, I want to taste you."

"Really?"

Khushi nodded once more. "I want to pleasure my husband."

Whether or not Arnav was surprised by her statement, Khushi couldn't tell. So instead, she took his length in her mouth and pleasured him.

Khushi moaned around his length as he thrust deep within her mouth. Moment after moment, his thrusts deepened and Khushi took him like a natural. Her hands worked him as well and she wanted nothing more than for him to come in her mouth.

When Arnav gripped onto her hair tightly and thrust faster, she knew he was there. She gripped onto his ass and let him thrust into her mouth as hard as he wanted. With a slight touch of her teeth on his flesh, Arnav came undone and grunted, releasing his load into Khushi's mouth. Khushi moaned and took it all, gulping it down as his cum gushed into her mouth. His load was so much, Khushi had to pull back, and it dripped down her chin and got on her breasts. She rubbed it over them, massaging her beasts with both hands.

Regaining his strength, Arnav pulled her up and his lips crashed down onto her. Khushi moaned and held his face in her hands.

"Fuck me," Khushi panted. "I want your big and thick cock in my pussy, please."

Instantly her back met the bed and without a word, Arnav thrust into her. Khushi's back arched and she squeezed her breast with her left hand as her right arm hooked around Arnav's neck.

"My, my, wifey, you're such a slut," Arnav smirked, thrusting into her lazily.

"Arnav," she groaned, needing more.

"My whore, my slut, my wife," he growled as he slowly increased the pace.

Khushi moaned and arched her back, needing more. "Fuck me Arnav!"

"Oh wifey, I will, but I want you to beg."

"Please," she gasped.

Arnav pulled back and stilled.

"Please," she begged.

Arnav slammed into her and Khushi moaned, needing more.

"Please!"

He pulled back once more and stilled.

"Fuck! Please fuck me with your thick, long cock, husband, I need it."

"Do you now," and he pushed back in.

"Oh fuck, yes," she cried out in ecstasy.

Arnav hovered over her and gazed into her eyes. Khushi looked into his, cupping his face in her hands.

"Fuck me, please," Khushi begged, her tone breathy.

Arnav pulled back and this time, he didn't pause. He continuously thrust into her and Khushi cried out in pleasure. His mouth latched onto her nipple as he teased and sucked it.

"I'm gonna cum," Khushi cried.

Arnav deepened his thrusts and Khushi cried out. He moved her hands out, pinning them down with his own. Khushi tried to free herself, but it was hard to do under his strong grip and relentless pounding.

"Your pussy is so fucking tight," Arnav groaned appreciatively. "I love coming in your cunt."

"I want your cum in my pussy," Khushi cried.

Arnav's grip tightened and he pounded into her. Khushi met him thrust for thrust and in seconds, both came apart together, crying out in ecstasy. Arnav landed onto her chest with a thud and with his grip loose, Khushi freed her hands and wrapped her arms around him.

Several seconds passed before Arnav picked himself up and looked into her eyes. Khushi gazed up at him and caressed his cheek. She reached up and kissed him then placed a kiss on his forehead.

Yes buying her was wrong, she is a human, not an animal. But he had graced her with something priceless - freedom. It may have been limited, but not even freedom was free. No matter, Khushi had to admit that she was grateful that Arnav had gotten her out of there, in his bizarre methods or not.

However even though she wasn't in that place anymore, she would remembering her teachings, especially the most important of all - always be confident.