Chapter 21

Dev sat in his screen, his shirt thrown aside, and his jean button undone. Sweet Lord! My heart stopped. He looked devilishly sexy, his hair tousled in an I’ve-just-been-ridden-a-hundred-times-but-I-still-got-stamina way and my pussy pulsed. I felt so hot, I feared the ice would melt because I was melting, head to toe.

Swooning over the muscular chest, ripped abs and the hair that dotted right below his navel and ran into his undone jean button. I wanted to lick a trail until I reached his hard, pulsating length.

“Hey again. Missed me?” I cooed.

“Not really,” he said, his voice low and deep, “I was busy fantasizing of all the things I want you to do”

I gulped, the anticipation and nervous energy bundling in my stomach. We had never done something like this; we were the participating kind, not silent watchers and today would be a first.

Speechless, I took my seat.

“Undress,” his one-word put me in action. I dropped my green slip dress on the side of the bed and sat on my knees.

“Take an ice cube and run a line from your mouth, along your neck, and to the sides of your breasts,” he folded his hands and watched me like I was solely his, exuding authority over my pleasure and my body.

I did as he asked, the ice melting in a cold fire over my burning skin. I ran the ice over the seams of my bra and moaned at the delicate chilling touch.

“Palm your delicious little, well not little,” he chuckled, “Palm your bountiful girls darling, tell me how they feel. Tell me what they want”

I palmed my aching breasts, the heavy mass tight and tingling under her fingers, “They feel tight and full and so good. They are aching for touch, your touch, but all I have is my measly little hand. My nipples are hard, pointing at you, waiting to be sucked and pinched and loved”

He palmed the bulge in his pants, “Undo your bra. Fondle your perky breasts, like you want me to.”

I undid the clasp, letting my breasts free from the restraints. He inhaled sharply; his gaze pointed straight at her chest. I cupped my breasts and rolled my thumbs over my puckered nipples as I moaned softly. I massaged my flesh and my thumbs moved over my nipples creating delicious tingles in my belly. I stared in his eyes, imagining his rough hands fondling them, jiggling them for his pleasure as he paid extra attention to my nipples.

My hips started moving and my mouth formed a small ‘o.’

“Spread your legs for me,” he said huskily.

As his gaze glided over the fresh view of my lace-covered wetness, my pussy spasmed. My hips started thrusting almost involuntarily and I pinched my nipples to release some tension.

He groaned, a deep voice reverberating through his throat, “You are drenched, sweetheart"

His gaze moved appreciatively over me, “You have got the prettiest pussy in this world, darling. So wet, so inviting and it’s all for me”

My hips jiggled; my sex begged for touch, to be filled, to be kissed. “All for you,” I assured him.

“Roll your bud in between your fingers, pinch them till you can’t take anymore, pinch them until you go mad and want me to fuck you senseless, roll them till it feels better than sex”

“Let me see you,” I asked as I started rolling the buds between my thumb and forefinger, moaning at the build that gathered deep in my belly.

“All in good time,” he promised and watched me, whispering sexy, dirty compliments my way.

My nipples controlled the intensity of my orgasm and from the day he had discovered, he took extra care to stimulate my nipples extensively, but today he was about to cross his threshold. Every tingle, every clench of my belly and every pleasurable nerve ending bundled, drenching my underwear further. The tension built, climbing higher and higher and my hips lifted off the bed.

“Stop,” he said and my whole body went rigid.

“Please,” I begged, intense sensations coursing through my body.

“All in meantime darling,” he said, “Slide your underwear down your legs and show me your hot, wet pussy.”

With a pout on my face, I reluctantly removed my hands from my breasts and did as he bid.

“You get sexier every time I see you. Oh, the things I want to do to your tight little pussy. I want to fuck it hard and fast, slow and deep; I want to fill you so right you’ll feel me for days, every time you sit”

I clenched my thighs, tingling in my seat.

“Spread your knees wider. Now, take an ice cube…,” and I did as he directed, his hungry, desire-filled gaze fueling my pleasure.

I took an ice cube in my mouth, inviting the chilling cold. I stared into his dark eyes as I suckled on the small ice cube and slowly moved it across my lips and down the side of my neck. Goosebumps rose on my skin, the cold a stark contrast against my burning skin.

I slowly moved down, to the sides of my breasts and down the sides of my waist. My skin clenched deliciously everywhere the ice touched, and I moved it down the sides of my hip and over my outer thighs. My movements were slow, ice melting and tingling on my skin.

I licked another ice cube and moved it down my skin, between the valley of my breasts. My recently sensitized breasts perked up in attention as I neared their vicinity, shivers running over my skin. Rolling the ice lower, over the flat expanse of my belly and my navel, I let it melt completely just before the apex of my thighs.

Picking another ice cube, I trailed it over the warm skin of my inner thighs, leaving goosebumps in its wake and as I reached the little slit that was clenching, begging for attention, I slipped the ice cube in.

Dev grunted his appreciation, seemingly lost for words as he mindlessly dropped his jeans and boxers to give me an unobstructed view of his magnificent cock. His cock, like everything else about his body, was huge. And while it might have looked disproportionate on somebody else’s body, his body complimented his gorgeous cock.

He fisted his hand over his cock, his thumb running small circles over his head. I moaned and arched my back at the delicious sight in front of me.

“Fuck,” he swore, “The sight of you, arching your back with your pussy dripping wet and your huge perky breasts begging for attention is so hot. You don’t know what it does to me”

“Oh, perhaps, I know,” I winked and left my gaze wander to his throbbing erection.

He started pumping, stroking up and down his hard length as he gave his next instructions.

His eyes darkened as I circled the ice around my areola, barely gracing my hard buds. When the anticipation worsened, I rubbed the ice cubes over my nipples and moaned at the sensational nerve-endings it sparked. Instantly, my hips lifted, and lower lips clenched to contain the extensive pleasure that arose.

I pinched my nipples and rolled the ice cube over it, moaning in half-cold, half-pleasure.

“You make the sweetest sounds. I’ll never get enough of hearing you moan, or better yet, scream”

Heat rushed to my face. How did comparatively innocent words make me blush but the crude, dirty, sexy announcements didn’t? There was something very wrong here.

As the ice melted over my skin, I shivered.

“Spread your legs wider, darling,” I did. I spread my knees wider, almost splitting them apart, but the dreadfully sexy smile that split on his mouth was worth it.

“Tie rubber bands on your nipples, not very tight, not painfully pleasurable; just pleasurable,” he directed as he continued stroking his erection.

Ignoring the curious questions that arose with that weirdly elaborate command, I did as he asked. The snap of the rubber band sent all my nerve endings into a blissful frenzy. My pussy clenched. It was direly begging for attention.

“Slide an ice cube into that delectable ass of yours”

“Run an ice cube over your throbbing clit, caressing it softly”

“Please,” I begged, the sensations, the build-up, the anticipation was all too much to bear. She needed direct attention, now.

He moved his hand faster, “Show me how you do it, darling,” he said and my heart (with my pussy) right about flew off my chest.

I made slow circles over the throbbing bud, relishing the soft sensations. Leaning back, I propped myself with my left hand as my right hand moved to circle my clit, increasing the pressure.

“Oh, the sight of you,” he groaned.

My bundle of nerves exploded, and I moaned loud, my voice reverberating in the room.

Closing my eyes, I enjoyed the delicious explorations of my clit. On his cue, I added a finger inside my slick wetness and moaned again. The feeling was out of this world. My ass left the bed and my hips circled over my fingers.

I started pumping in and out of my pussy, adding another finger in the mix, as my thumb applied constant pressure on my throbbing bud.

“Faster,” he groaned, and I could hear his grunts mixed with my moans. The sweetest music in this world.

I pumped in and out of me, hitting my front wall repeatedly, my hips thrusting with my fingers.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

I opened my eyes and stared into his dark eyes, the desire in his eyes clear as the day. My heart clenched. Even amongst the intense sensations he elicited from my body, my body reacted more intensely to his dark eyes and the emotions they held.

“I am not even in you and I can feel your lethal hips”

I wanted to say something, but my brain turned to mush. No words escaped my lips except a breathless whimpering moan. I was climbing higher and higher, the soft pinch of nipples building the intensity. My belly clenched almost painfully, my heart beating a mile a minute.

“Close,” I pushed out of my lips.

“No, no, don’t you dare. We’ll come together,” he warned, and I almost died. The pleasure was intense. I bit my lip, clenching my butt cheeks, trying to withhold the pleasure.

My breathing quickened, every nerve ending in my body tingling with, please.

“Faster! Harder!” and I moved my fingers at his rhythm. He was stroking hard and fast, his hand moving in quick efficient strokes and his eyes half-closed; it was the most erotic sight I had seen in my life.

“Come for me,” he groaned, and my entire body tightened. From the tip of my forehead to my little toe, everything clenched deliciously. My senses went in overdrive. My nerves rippled, my eyes closed, and my mouth opened as my orgasm seeped out of me.

I combusted inside, outside and everywhere in between and screamed so loud, I scared myself. I rode in my orgasm high for longer than a minute before I collapsed on my bed.

It was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had in my life.

Lazily, I smiled at him and watched his abs flexing beneath his release. He smiled back at me, and everything was good in this world again.

We stared at each other, breathing heavily, recovering from this orgasm.

Someone knocked on the door.

I groaned and stumbled down my bed and grabbed the nearest robe I could find. A flimsy pink robe that was almost see-through, but at least I wouldn’t be completely naked.

“Yes?” I called. Can’t a girl orgasm in peace?

“It’s Aarav,” his voice carried through the door.

Unsteady on my foot, I opened my door a wee bit and poked my head out. I was clearly indecent. I didn’t want to scare that poor man off. Granted, he didn’t look like someone who got scared easily, but I didn’t want to take any risks.

Besides, I had my modesty to mind. Okay, now I was rambling to myself. Shush.

Aarav’s brows scrunched in confusion, “Why are you hiding?”

“Just because. How can I help you?”

“I thought waiting ten minutes after your last scream would give you enough time,” he smirked. Heat rushed to my cheeks. He knew. He heard it all.

I was certain I looked like a tomato, or worse, tomato ketchup right now.

“That color suits you,” he chuckled. Pointing at my red face, he giggled, “Look, it’s getting worse”

“Stop pointing at it, you idiot. You are making it worse”

“Hey,” he admonished but I could detect a hint of playfulness, “Don’t forget I am still your boss.”

“Sorry,” I murmured and then added sweetly, “Stop pointing at it, idiot sir. Better?”

“Very much,” he agreed.

“What’s gotten into you?” I asked suspiciously. Aarav? The man who thought speaking wasted his time was bantering with me? Where did the sun rise from today, again?

“Told you this was my weekend mood. Unlike you, I am not always sullen and serious”

“Please,” I rolled my eyes, “don’t shoot your arrows at me”

“I am only shooting arrows that belong to you”

“Are you trying to tell me that I am sullen and serious?” I scowled; the idea was preposterous. I was a happy, outgoing and chill girl. Not sullen.

“Trying? No. I am telling, with 100% certainty. You act all happy when you are talking, but once you stop talking, you are all sad”

“Excuse me if I don’t contort my face into a smile every breathing second of my life to conform to your idea of what happy looks like,” I muttered offended. Who was he to comment on my resting bitch/sad/sullen face? I wasn’t a doll with a smile prefixed.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he raised his hands in surrender, “I am not trying to attack you. I am sorry.”

I sighed, I was essentially naked and still half-drunk, “I’m tired. I want to sleep. Did you have a reason for coming here?”

“I do. When you poked that cute little head of yours out the door, I couldn’t resist teasing you, but I came here for a very important reason,” his smile dropped off his face and he suddenly turned serious. The awkward, fun vibe of the room sucked away and instead a heavy silence ensued.

“What is it?” I asked, my heart thumping against my ribcage, anticipating his answer. For some reason, I believed it to be very crucial.

“You received another note.” My heart stilled. It really went very stock-still. My grip on the handle of the door tightened as I felt breath leaving my body.

My legs wobbled and my voice shook as I reached my hand out, “Show me.”

“It’s not important. I just wanted to tell you—”

I interrupted, “Show me.”

“No. There is no reason for you to read this. It’s ridiculous and—”

I interrupted him again, my voice hardening, even when the rest of me felt wobbly and weak, “Just show me”

He stretched his hand out, holding a small piece of paper, but he hesitated, “I haven’t read this because it was addressed to you, but whatever this vile man says, you know it’s not true and is never going to happen right?”

“Yes, Yes,” I nodded, rigidly, “Just give it to me” and snatched the paper out of his hold.

The same blood-red ink and handwriting welcomed me, and my breath hitched. My brain was a fuzzy frightened mess. While I didn’t know who he was and had next to no information about him, I knew that he was bad news. Very bad news.

Why did it have to happen just after I had one of the most beautiful and intense orgasms in this world?

Gulping my saliva, I unfolded the note.

As my eyes glazed over the words, the contents in my stomach started turning and I felt bile rise in my throat. I pushed away from the door and ran to my bathroom and after lifting the lid, emptied the contents of my stomach.

My throat burned with bile and my stomach was acting stupid. The implications of that note, the little word he had used to describe me and the reality of it all was too much to bear.

Soft, warm hands wrapped around the back of my head, gathering my hair. Oh god! This was embarrassing. He didn’t need to see this.

I didn’t have enough strength to look up at him, so I kept puking. And when I was sure nothing was moving out of my stomach soon, I closed the lid and laid my head on the cool tiles of the bathroom.

I heard his feet moving away from me and I relaxed a little, gaining a sense of privacy. That was when the first tear rolled down my cheek.

Lying on the cold tile floor in a fetal position, I reread the note I had crushed in my hand.

“Looks like you have no problem getting sold for money (I’d shorten this to a word, but I am a gentleman and it’s not good to call your future wife names, now, is it?)

I’m curious though, does that mean you’d happily marry me for a higher price? I’d be happy to oblige, darling.

I’m biding my time, letting the first buyer have its fun but I’ll soon come for you, my darling. Until later.

Love, Your husband”

Was that what I was now? The word he implied; was I really a whore?

I never knew who I was or what I wanted in life and maybe that is why my parents decided to label it for me. I was a whore now. A prostitute.

I felt dirty, shivers running over my spine. A sob escaped my lips as more tears fell freely. My body burning with shame and… I felt dirty, so fucking dirty.

Unsteady on my feet, I stood up and using the last of my strengths, I moved towards the shower. Funny how I was so energetic and happy just a few moments ago.

The sound of feet slapping on the floor got my attention and I checked to see Aarav returning with a glass of water in his hands. He stopped when he saw me, but soon reached to me and handed me a glass of water.

“Drink,” he said softly, and I complied. Only when the first sip of water reached my throat did I notice how thirsty I really was. As I drank my glass of water, I stared in his hazel orbs, which somehow looked darker, but unmistakably gentle.

I returned the glass to him and turned towards the shower. Switching it on, I stood below the cold current of water, eager to scrub away the dirty feeling I felt.

He switched it off, denying me the relief. He turned on the hot water lever instead and gently walked out, shutting the door behind him.

I stood under the hot water, letting the harsh spray melt all my feelings away. The label that was now attached to my body was cruel and harsh and it hurt to see myself in this light.

I cried silently, not a single noise erupting from my body. I felt numb but couldn’t stop the crying.

Why did I have to cry so much?

Why couldn’t I be strong?

What did it matter what that pathetic vile man thought of me?

I didn’t have the answers, nor did I have the strength to search for them. I let the water do its job, hoping it would appease me in a way. It didn’t but at least I had tried.

When I first read the note, I was angry sad. Wanting to punch the shit out of that man but when the realization of how true his words were settled in my head, I felt defeated. I couldn’t fight him on something that was technically true.

In the broader sense of the word, I was a whore. They had sold me. My parents were my pimps, and I was their prostitute. Family bonding.

All strength left my body when that realization set in and all that remained was a crippling sense of self.

I was a nobody, a pathetic whore even to the parents I had loved all my life.

A knock on the door pulled my attention and switching off the shower, I wrapped myself in a towel over the wet negligee I had.

“Can I come in?” asked the voice from the door.

I nodded. Realizing he couldn’t see me, I voiced out my acceptance. I was a whore anyway. He had bought me. Who was I to say ‘no’?

The door opened and Aarav stepped in.

“Come here,” he said, extending a hand towards me. Taking my hand in his, he pulled me to my bed, and he sat me down. Using a spare towel, he started drying my hair as he asked, “What did it say?”

“Huh?” I replied, confused.

“What did the note say?”

“Nothing but the truth,” my voice was dry, devoid of emotion.

“And that is?”

“That I am a whore.”

A stunned silence fell in the room. “You are…you are not—” Aarav started but I interrupted him.

“You don’t have to lie,” I looked into his eyes, my eyes cold. Looking down at me, I noticed the water dripping on my skin, droplets rolling down to escape into the fluffy towel. Deciding I should probably undress and let him use what he had paid for, I stood up and removed the towel. Stepping out of my negligee, I sat on my bed facing him and started to spread my legs wide.

Before I could do that, his hand shot out and held my knees, pushing them together, he hurriedly threw the comforter over my body.

“What are you doing?” he asked, half-outraged, half-clueless.

“Just letting you use what you paid for,” I replied meekly.

“I can’t…I didn’t pay for you. What are you talking about?”

“My dad so...sold me for a deal. You are the buyer and thus, I am a whore”

“No, no, no,” he shook his head, “Nobody sold you for anything”

“But…”

“Shhh…,” he rolled me in the comforter and sat on the bed next to me. Holding my body close to his, he gently rocked me, “You weren’t sold or anything preposterous like that happened. The only reason this arranged marriage happened was that this was the only way to keep you relatively safe.”

“What about the deal?” I asked in a voice so soft, so broken, if I heard someone else say it my heart would ache for them.

“I’m not allowed to disclose everything to you, but the deal would help us make sure that the person we suspect behind the notes does not ever harm you or anybody else”

“Why would you marry me for this? What do you get out of it?”

“The deal helps both of our businesses,” he said vaguely.

“You are both multi-millionaires, a little business increase won’t make any difference. Tell me the real reason”

“I am sorry, I can’t. Not until we are sure, but I can promise you that your worth was never downgraded. Even though I know it might feel like it, you aren’t the victim, and we aren’t the villains. We are trying to save you from the real danger”

“And this is the only way?” I asked, incredulous.

A moment later, when I knew he wouldn’t answer, I asked, “It’s not just the notes, is it?”

He shook his head, “No”

“What else?” I turned to him, looking directly in his hazel orbs.

He shook his head again, squeezing me harder as he gazed into my own eyes, “All you need to know is you don’t have to worry about anything. Your dad and I will take care of it”

His words were comforting. I wasn’t sure if I could trust him yet, but it just felt like he wouldn’t lie to me, at least not substantially. His eyes held some weird gentleness and authenticity in them, and they were powered with resolution. The gold in his eyes was dim but still powerful.

“Okay,” I nodded, as I continued staring at his eyes, trying to decipher every color that mashed and clashed in them. This was easier than thinking of that vile creature and allowing me to really feel.

I wanted to get lost in his eyes, in the calm waves they projected.

I wanted to lose myself in him so I could find myself out of the desperate pain that ebbed in my heart.

His irises stared into mine, a silent promise in them. I found comfort in that tiny promise, no matter however less it was worth. The warmth of his body radiated through the tight hold of my comforter. I couldn’t feel him, but at the same time, I could.

His eyes shifted lower, landing on my lips. He hurried his glance back to my face as his tongue peeked out to lick the corners of his lips. My chest expanded and almost unconsciously, I followed his lead—my tongue moved over my lips and I chanced a quick glance to his supple, pink lips.

When my eyes returned to his, they weren’t the same. His pupils were dilated, and his irises turned dark brown. His thumbs drew small circles over my shoulders as he pressed me tighter.

“Everything will be okay,” he whispered, his gaze shifting to my lips again.

His head inched closer, eyes staring intensely in mine. A soft jumping sensation released in my stomach, but I stayed still. His head bent lower, his delectable pink lips inching closer to my own.

I could feel his breath and the subtle perfume of his body. A pleasant vanilla and woody scent engulfed me, and I subconsciously took a deep breath, inhaling him.

His hand moved upwards from my shoulders to my neck and as his palm touched my burning skin, wild electricity sparked in my veins. I closed my eyes, savoring the delicious electric tingles his touch provided. And when his soft lips touched mine, I didn’t retaliate. Intense sparks shot through my body and immobile, I stilled, with my lips over his.

He moved his lips over mine, gentle and soft. Unsure of what I was doing, I moved my lips over his. Like the scent of him, he tasted woody and vanilla. And as our lips moved in harmony, a craving I didn’t know I had got fulfilled.

My hands found the back of his neck and I gently pulled the shirt strands on his back. A groan erupted from his throat and the movement of his lips turned intense. From the gentle, slow motion that felt like a lullaby for arousal, his lips became wild and passionate with desire.

He bit my lower lip, non-verbally asking for permission and I granted it to him with a bite of my own. I spread my lips apart as I welcomed his warm tongue and swept my tongue to discover his mouth. Moaning, I arched my back as I stretched closer to his body, my comforter dropping low.

Our hands started exploring just as much as our tongues. I didn’t feel anything, but I felt everything. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I wanted to continue it. The intense but delicious sparks that he arose in my body demanded all my attention, so I had none to spare for anything else.

My brain stopped functioning, deciding to take a backseat while my body took charge. Inching closer to his body, his woody vanilla scent and the expressive way his mouth molded with mine taking over my senses.

Arousal dripped in my core as I returned the kiss with the same amount of passion. He had somehow found the brink between too much and too little, and the kiss was perfect for me. Seeking more of him, I inched closer, my body flushing right next to his hard body.

Only when the hard muscles behind his shirt touched the naked skin of my front did I realize that my comforter had slipped away completely. I pulled away, heaving for air as I stumbled to cover my skin. My hands were shaking, and the cover kept slipping off.

His hands found my comforter and with quick movements, he successfully covered me like a burrito.

I looked back at him, embarrassed and awkward. Where did the kiss come from? Why did we kiss? And the biggest question of all, why did it feel so good?

His eyes were dark and heavy with desire, his breathing irregular. While I was certain I looked ashamed, he didn’t. He looked delighted though a little flushed. He ran his fingers through his hair. His previously styled hair sat messily over his head and I realized with a bolt that I was the reason. I had messed them up.

Suddenly, I sighed to myself. What a view! This way, he looked ten times more charming. While nobody could argue that he was a fine specimen of man, his usual granite features and perfect hair looked almost unreal, but this little touch of reality from his messy hair turned him into a proper swoon-worthy man.

A heavy dose of cold and cruel reality check followed that realization.

I kissed him.

I kissed Aarav.

And worse, I found it hot and passionate and sexy… Hush! I scolded myself.

It was a mistake. Right, a mistake. I nodded my head along with the reasoning.

I was drunk, emotional and wasn’t thinking straight and that is the only reason I kissed him.

This made sense.

Nodding my head, I looked up in his dark eyes, “I’m sorry. I’m drunk and emotional, and… this was a mistake. I am sorry.”

Hurriedly, I ran under the covers of my comforter and shut my eyes.

“Riya, I..,” he started but I didn’t want to hear it. I’ll blame all of this on my drunk mind the next morning, but for right now I pretended to snore. Very loudly.

A moment of silence.

Perhaps my snoring seemed real, I was such a great actor, I rejoiced—fist-pumping internally.

A grunt interrupted my joyous moment and my ears perked up.

“Fine,” he muttered, his voice hard, “But just so it’s clear, I liked it and wouldn’t mind doing it again and again”

My heart started beating faster, running a mile a minute, and huge butterflies fluttered in my belly.

The sound of his receding footsteps relaxed my body, but just before I could relive a sigh, he said, “Oh, by the way, you are nowhere near drunk. You sobered up a long time before” and shut the door behind him.

Ugh, I groaned, rolling onto my stomach. I hated it when people were right, but this is that one thing I would stay adamant on.

I was drunk.

I was.

There was no other way.

With thoughts and body tossing and rolling in my head, I escaped into a restless slumber.