#2 Arshi FF - Sealed With Your Kiss/Chapter 41&42/(Pg-86&87)/U - Page 11

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Chapter 21

The Glass Prison

I open my eyes to these four walls
To the sound of water dripping in these stone halls
Prison grey color fills my eyes
It wouldn't do much to fill my head with lies

The chill of the floor beneath my fingertips
Brings me back to reality when my sanity slips
The silence in this desolate room
Amplifies the feeling of impending doom

A ray of light enters a small window
Slowly dwindling as the sun dips below
Darkness enshrouds my whole being
As I entertain notions and thoughts of fleeing

But it all remains as simply thoughts in my mind
Never breaking through the helplessness that bind
Pains of the past escape to the present
Creating a cloud of doubt to my moon's crescent

I've lost all confidence to break free of this cell
The cell I created to protect myself
I'm afraid to wander beyond my four walls
I've since then gotten used to the safety of these halls

I am held back by my own insecurities
Losing many chances and opportunities
To artistic visions I could not delve
It seems like I'm trapped within myself

~ Drag me to the dark side and show me what my body was made for ~

"Someday someone will make you feel helpless too Khuhsi...and I pray to God that it would come soon", said Paresh, a handsome bespectacled boy, with a shock of curly hair and warm liquid brown eyes. He was the most confident and intelligent boy in the entire high school and had a track record of having no girlfriend at all. During her days in high school Khushi had always found him sitting in a secluded corner reading books or helping some student in his or her studies.

Seeing his no nonsense attitude towards girls Khushi decided to seduce him on a bet with her friends. And after some minor difficulties in the beginning she got successful in her plan. It was just a matter of time before she had him eating out of her hands and following her all over the school, adoration filling his puppy eyes. And then one day she broke with him, crushing his heart to dust...

"Shooo...dog...scamper away", Khushi snorted, waving a hand in the air. Her head was held high and an expression of disgust was twisting her small upturned nose.

"Khushi you should have left him alone...see how innocent he is", her classmate, Mainka rebuked. "Yes I agree, you shouldn't have done that", her friend saumya piped in, who to Khushi's knowledge had atleast broken a hundred hearts of various men if not a thousand in her life. "Innocent my foot", Khushi snorted. "No man is innocent, and I very well know guys of these types, just wait and watch...he would soon be saying that it was him who ditched me...because I got clingy", she rolled her eyes with disgust...

"Khushi...Khusiii", Angie was running towards her, chest heaving she halted before her friend Khushi and almost doubled over, clutching a stitch on her side, her breath wheezing out of her nostrils...

"What happened Angie?", Khushi asked in a bored tone. "That guy...Par...Par..Paresh', she paused to heave in a huge breath. "Look who is he", a girl shrieked nearby and all the girls in the group turned at the sound to look at the her. She was pointing a finger towards the fourth storey where a boy was leaning over the railing. A huge crowd of students was gathering under the balcony. Some were shouting at him to come down, while others had taken out their cellphones and started making his video.His legs shaking, Paresh climbed over the railing to stand with his feet placed in the metal carvings, his arms extended over the handrail and his back supported by balusters...

"Khushi I love you", his voice was swept away by the breeze but Khushi could see his lips forming her name. Students were screaming his name, their voices a kaleidoscope of words, whizzing inside her eardrums. She stood motionless, too horrified to utter any sound. Her brain felt numb and as if in slow motion she saw the reflection of him jumping off the balcony in Angie's dilated pupils. There was a sickening thud and the splatter of blood hit her face, turning her world to a dark crimson...

"God always listen to a broken heart...beware his revenge", Garima's voice echoed inside her mind...

And this is God's revenge, Khushi thought with a sickening heart, trying to get up from the floor. But her cold and bruised body refused to listen to her. Now that the heat of sexual activity had diminished her body had started to shiver with cold...

Teeth chattering, she lifted an arm to wrap around her naked torso, but whimpered as bolts of pain streaked through her nerve endings, connecting at her broken and bloodied fingernails...

"Cover yourself...I have had enough of you for one day", Arnav's cold voice hit her sensitive ear drums and she winced. Something fell across her and reflexively she clutched it with both arms. He had thrown her his coat. Still the gentleman, she thought a ghost of a small lifting up the corner of her lips...

He saw her smile, and his face tightened, the bright lighting in the room drawing her eyes to the sharp hollows and plains of his face. Her gaze fluttered over his ruthless features, trying to find some reaction after their abandoned coupling of a moment ago. But the lustful predator had gone to be replaced by the cold, controlled and emotionless robot of a man she had met on her first meeting. Whom no one could tell lies to or manipulate at will...

Only a hint of perspiration dampening his temples was the evidence of their sexual abandon, otherwise there wasn't a single nick in his otherwise immaculate presence that showed that this was the same man who had shared intimacy with her and had left the stamp of his possession all over her body. She was bearing his marks, over her neck and breasts, her core was still pulsing with the remembrance of his penetration, the flesh of her inner thighs was still red, bearing scratches from his rough clothing...

Her gaze locked with his narrowed one, she lifted his coat and pulled it over her body, it fell to her knees, with its sleeves hanging over her hands. Standing there, getting flayed by his harsh profile she looked like a child trying to play grownup. Something achingly familiar moved in his eyes and taking courage from it she took a step forward. "My father", licking her swollen lips, she moved her lips hesitatingly.The light died in his eyes, turning them glassy and his jaw tightened in disapproval. "Don't worry princess...you've earned it...I won't kill him", his voice was laced with bitter resentment. Khushi flinched at his hostile tone, but she couldn't accept defeat now. There was one thing that he hadn't counted on...

She had broken his control once, she could do it again. Khushi now knew his weakness very well. He was not indifferent to her, however much he tried to hide it...

In fact he was vulnerable, she thought smiling secretly in her heart...

As Arnav was turning to go Khushi lurched towards him. "My mother", she asked in a high pitched tone behind his back. He halted in mid-stride. "What about her?", his tone was chilling. He had turned to face her, and she could detect the hint of frown invading his face. "I want to go home", she said. "No chance", he bit out. "Why...what more do you want from me?", she asked irritably. "Didn't you listen to me princess...you've got no home to go to", he declared, his arrogant head cocked to one side, hands deep in his pocket...

"W...what do you mean?", she ran a nervous tongue over her lips. "That means I own your house", he answered calmly. "But that's my house...you cannot own it...and what about my mother...where would she live?", angry color was beginning to warm her face. "I can...and I have...and I don't give a damn about your mother", he bit out. "Go to hell...you b***d...i am leaving and the hell you can stop me", she tossed her head angrily and began to march past him, towards the exit. But before she could reach the door, she was caught by her arm and slammed against the nearest wall. "I said no", his eyes were glinting with an unholy light and menace was dripping from his face. "You've got no right to stop me", she hissed. "I have... we made a deal remember...your father is still my captive...want me to kill him", he warned, tightening his grip on her body...

"Leave me you brute...I already fulfilled my part of the bargain...what more do you want from me", she spat, struggling to break free. "Stop it", he jerked her like a rag doll, his fingers like iron hooks digging in her skin. "Your mother...do you want me to chuck her out from my house", he put emphasis on the words my house. "Don't you dare", Khushi sucked in an outrageous breath. "Then you've got to do everything that I want...and that includes not meeting your mother for now", he declared in a final tone that brook no argument. Arguing with him won't solve her problem...think Khushi think, she thought. "Okay...what do you want me to do?", she asked half-heartedly.

"Now that's my good girl", he mocked, flicking back a tendril of her hair from her face. "You see after your evident display...oops sorry after your whoring yourself for your father's sake...I got this idea...that why shouldn't I keep you as my permanent mistress", he trailed a finger suggestively over her lips. Shock kept her rooted to her spot as he deliberately began to flick open the buttons on the coat covering her body...

Something ethereal snapped inside her and panicking she lifted her hand but before she could bring it down crashing over his cheek, he caught it in one smooth move, twisting her arm behind her back and propelling her body into his chest. "Not again", he warned, his eyes twin slits of ice in his pitiless face. Feeling suddenly trapped, she struggled against him. But her feeble attempts at gaining freedom were like a straw fighting to find balance amid a current...

This wasn't how she had devised her plan to go...

"You are quite a hot little piece aren't you princess...but my advice to you is that save this strength for our bed tonight...it will come in handy", he taunted. "Nooo...Once was enough for me...I don't want it again", she answered bitterly, nodding her head in negation. "Says who?", he transferred her wrists in one hand and with the other grasped her chin in a merciless grip. "Says Khushi Kumari Gupta", she declared arrogantly, her eyes spitting fire at him. That brought a smile on his face. "Bravo princess, I took everything from you...but I must say that you've still got guts to fight with me", there was grudging admiration in his tone.

"You haven't taken everything from me", she hissed. "Hah...Yes I forgot...your mother...point to be noted princess", he arched a mocking brow, tapping a finger to his temple. "Don't you dare harm my mother", she struggled, fear for her mother's safety making her stutter." "It depends...I know you love making deals princess", he bent his head towards her, a strange light entering his eyes, she stared back at him like a deer caught red-handed under a car's headlights. "So let's think this through...I would let you go...only if you would be able to resist me", he continued to whisper deviously near her lips. "What?, she was taken aback by his challenge. "I don't understand...what do you mean by that?", she sputtered, feigning ignorance. "That means my princess...for fifteen I would try every trick in my book from seduction to manipulation to make you surrender to me and accept this prison of yours as your fate...your challenge would be to resist me...but if you surrendered...your fate would be sealed...I won't let you go", he trailed a hand across her neck, his fingers caressing the drumming pulse...

"To hell with you...I won't accept this childish bargain of yours", as the meaning of his words dawned on her she tried to pull back, but only managed to arch her lower body closer to his. "What are you afraid of princess?", he rubbed a thumb across her collar bone. "Nonsense I am not afraid of anything. "Then accept this challenge and prove me wrong...you've got no choice otherwise", he smiled diabolically, placing his hand over her thigh and trailing it upwards. Moving the coat aside, he touched the place between her naked thighs, sliding a finger towards her core. Khushi jerked, trying to fight the instant response that rouse inside her at his touch and his smile deepened. "See...it would be so easy for me princess...to bring you to your knees", he whispered hotly in her ear. "Never", she clenched her jaw...

"We'll see...only fifteen days princess", he said, pushing a finger deep inside her core.

Arnav was laughing as a groan escaped her throat and her knees buckled...

The next morning Khushi read the newspapers discussing the capture of her father, by authorities, her disappearance and her mother's heart attack. But no amount of her pleading or rage could budge Arnav from letting her meet her mother in the hospital. The answer to all her tirade was a tight lipped no...

"Surrender, and I will change my mind", he had said and she had called him an inhuman beast. "Thanks for the compliment princess", his smile had been contemptuous...

It began then, the journey to her surrender which showed no sign of ceasing ever...

Everyday would start with her having bed tea in her room. After which she would saunter in the dining room, where Arnav would be sitting at the breakfast table having his cup of coffee, a newspaper held in one hand. They both would face each other cordially, almost like two complete strangers thrown together by the hand of fate. After breakfast he would be gone God knows where while she would stroll around his whole state like a zombie. Once she had tried to engage a maid in telling her about her mother, but she had nodded her head in negation. Crestfallen she had tried to ask Arnav and Ramlal about her mother, had even begged them to tell her about her health but they had totally ignored her plea. Dejected, she had stopped asking about her...

By day she and Arnav were strangers, the sexual tension between them almost nonexistent but in the darkness of night they were intimate enemies, frantic for each other...

After their first sexual encounter, Arnav hadn't forgotten to wear protection while a lady doctor had been called for her at his home. Khushi had already been on birth control pills to regulate her periods, the doctor had only asked her to continue them...

She had tried to engage the doctor in conversation, hoping to ask for her help in escaping from Arnav's home but Ramlal had chosen that moment to enter inside the room asking the doctor to leave politely. Khushi had raged at him then, calling him a betrayer, who had broken her trust. He was her Ramu Kaka, in whose lap she had played from childhood, how could he let that happen to her. But he had remained silent in answer to her tirade. Exhausted she had fallen to her knees by her bed and cried herself to sleep...

The nights were another thing. They would start with seduction on Arnav's part and would end on her surrender. She would fight him tooth and nails, her stubborn pride refusing to let him dominate her body. Every time he would touch her she would think that she wouldn't take part in her downfall tonight. But then he would look at her with eyes that would glitter dangerously and his touch would turn cruel. In the end he would always manage to break her will by tearing off her clothes, trussing her up like a prized turkey and taking her with one deep thrust...

She would always be ready and slick for him despite her initial struggles. He would grasp her chin then, jerking up her flushed face to stare mockingly into her angry and widened eyes. Whimpers would escape her parted lips and her eyes would fill with the pain of submission while he would carve his way inside her core, thrusting so deeply as if to touch her womb...

And when he would stroke her pleasure bud and suck at her breasts she would turn wanton, writhing beneath him like a b***h in heat while he would laugh tauntingly at her and his touch would turn forceful, deriving every last drop of pleasure from her bound and twisting body...

He wouldn't let her touch the pinnacle of pleasure, drawing away at the last moment as her body would start vibrating like a tuning fork. She would scream for him and arch her body to him like the wh**e that he had called her but there would be no surcease to her torture...

He had tied her in the strait jacket of desire and was dragging her body over the rack of burning coals of sexual pleasure. When the pleasure would turn to pain she would break into sobs, begging him hoarsely...

In the throes of climax her bound body would twist and buck like a broken filly's, her pupils would dilate and she would open her mouth to scream only to be shut by his raw kiss...

He would drink in her gasps and broken sobs, relishing in her surrender...

It was the darkest side of pleasure, where Arnav had turned physical intimacy and sexual desire into a tool to be used for her subjugation. It wasn't as if she didn't derive pleasure from his touch. But she was afraid of the broken and empty feeling each time she felt when he would ask her only one question after sex. "Do you surrender?" and always her answer would be to remain silent. He would stand there waiting for her answer, his back turned towards her as if he couldn't bear to touch her again. Then after some minutes he would exit the room, leaving her sprawled form on the bed looking at hundreds of Khushis' staring back at her from the mirrors decorating the ceiling...

Not even once had he removed his clothing during sex while every time she had been splayed naked before him like an odalisque serving her master. He had been very creative, playing her body like a maestro, trying every technique to obtain maximum pleasure from her helpless body. He had taken her lying on her side, from behind like an animal. But she hadn't minded at all. Where sex with him was concerned, she was beginning to lose her rational mind...

And she had thought that he was vulnerable to her...

By the tenth night of her captivity she had almost accepted the prison as her home...

And now it was the thirteenth night of her challenge and still she hadn't answered him...

"Open your eyes and look at us Khushi", his deep taunting voice echoed inside her head. And as if solely under the command of his will, obeying him like a puppet she lifted her head to look at the image of her own body splayed before him like the spoils of war. Humiliated yet fascinated she looked at the way he arched her lower body to receive his downward thrusts, mesmerized at the sight of his manhood disappearing and then reemerging from her slick core, covered with her juices, the dampness clinging to its length like satin threads...

Her head fell back with a whimper, her glazed eyes turning upwards at the mirrored ceiling. The reflection of a wide eyed woman lunging in restraints trying to match the tempo of the fully clothed man lying between her naked thighs was a blow to her raw senses. It was another form of his punishment, to keep her in a mirrored room. There was no escape from her glass prison. Everywhere she looked, he was there punishing her body...

If she closed her eyes than the sounds of moist suckling flesh and his body slapping against her perspiration slick form would fill her ears...

He was like a heady drug filling her senses and like a drug addict she was always asking for more...

"There's no escape for you Khushi, I am everywhere, in your blood, in your breath...feel me stretching you...moving inside your body...does it burn princess", Arnav's teeth scraped against her neck, biting at the sensitive cord then moved downwards over her chest to attack at her breasts, tugging and biting sharply at the sensitive nipples like a deranged animal...

And to her bitter shame, she knew that she liked his painful and demeaning touch, his contemptuous desire. It was a corrosive feeling, which eroded other gentler feelings from her heart...

In the dark mirrored room, she had no identity. He had reduced her to an object of pleasure, a sexual plaything which only existed to serve his remorseless demands...

He was shredding her self-respect, her dignity, violating her spirit, leaving nothing behind...

And she was afraid that soon she would only be left with the dry husk of her body...

She was terrified that when he would ask her again to surrender, her tongue would betray her...

"Please," she whimpered, tossing her head from side to side. "Please what princess...please you want more or please stop this", he crooned, his voice harsh in his throat. "More", she moaned then cried out brokenly as he lifted her legs over his shoulders, the movement making him sink deeper, almost stretching her to the point of pain...

Hard hands held her hips, as his body slammed against her, pumping again and again, filling her, releasing her and knocking the breath right out of her. "Faster", her mind felt like a puppet, with no will of its own. Her body was his slave, dancing to his tunes, bruised, impaled on the steel-hard length of his manhood, her arms getting raw by being rubbed against the binding ropes ...

It came without warning, the storm of fire that hit her doomed spirit. And she felt her soul being ripped apart. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream, her vision blurred, and the breath stuck in her throat, her lungs felt as if a snake had them in its coils, squeezing the breath out of them. She bucked, her lower body grinding against him, the inner muscles of her core rippling along his length and her wrists started to bleed against her bindings. He locked his mouth with hers, forcing her lips apart in a degrading invasion. Her body flinched but he didn't cease his movements, thrusting against her hypersensitive flesh like a crazed man, he took in her hoarse moans, her twisting body...

Her orgasm was gaining momentum and her cries were constant now. "Harder...faster...more hard", Khushi keened. All the while a far distant part of her mind stood estranged watching her plead and beg desperately. This couldn't be her, she couldn't utter such words. She had promised herself that she wouldn't weaken but who was this woman, a creature of base needs, writhing with abandon beneath him. Khushi couldn't recognize herself...

"F*** me harder," she was screaming, her panting reflection mocking at her from the mirrored ceiling. Even if she closed her eyes, the image was seared on her retina, the sense of humiliation drilling holes in her heart...

With a sickening sense of loss she felt him withdraw, leaving her overstimulated body teetering on the crux of climax. Cold air hit her perspiration coated flesh like daggers slicing across her skin, blood trickling down her arms. "What happened?", she lifted a weak hand to beckon an estranged Arnav who had settled at the edge of the bed, his shadowed profile averted from her probing eyes. "Do you surrender?," was his voice sounding tired, or did her ears ring? But in that instant something snapped inside her, she could feel her inner demon clawing to get free. All the humiliation, all the misery of the past days rouse sickeningly inside her and like a ravening beast she rouse on her knees, pulled at his shoulder to turn his stiff form towards her...

Her hand lifted of its own accord and delivered a ringing blow to his hauntingly beautiful face. "Never," the words tore out of her mouth. She had lost, but he would never know what it had cost her to utter no from her mouth, when her whole body had been screaming SURRENDER...

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Nice one
Very sizzling
Arnav deciding to keep khushi as his mistress
Khushi h*ll bent on denying
Arnav gave challenge he can break her n make her surrender to him in 15 days
If she surrenders she's his forever
If not she's free
She's survived so far but is starting to crack
Looks like Arnavs finding it hard to seduce her
But he doesn't have much time left
She's just slapped him again
Can't wait to see what's going to happen next
Who will win ??? Who will give in first ??
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