Honeymoon With The Raizada's: Chapter 11

Writers Comments

I am sorry...that I am late with these updates. But it is only because I am on holiday, and I have had literally no time to write anything.

Anyone wondering where I am...! Well I am in Glasgow at the moment!

So a big Namaste to all Scottish people!

Love, 

Mishty

Chapter 11

After two days of staying inside, they both decided to step out of their secluded house to grab something to eat. But before they went out, they decided to get ready.

Arnav: Khushi, today I want to get you ready.

Khushi: But Arnav ji main?(Arnav comes closer and puts his finger on her lips)

Arnav: Shh...Khushi...I want to get you ready!

Khushi: Hmm...

Arnav puts a hand on her waist and pulls her along with him to the wardrobe. He took something out of the top shelf that was packed. He brought it down and gave it to her.

Khushi: Arnav ji what is this?

Arnav: Why don't you open it yourself. 

Khushi opens the packet and stares at a mini skirt and a crop top. She stares in amazement and then her cheeks turn crimson red. Arnav watches in amazement the way his cute wife’s expressions were changing.

Khushi: Arnav ji...but how can i wear this?

Arnav: Khushi...these are just clothes and you can wear them for right? Just for me.

Khushi: Hmm...

Arnav came closer and unclasped her saree pin and pallu fell off. He then tugged at the dori of the blouse, revealing her bare back. He slowly took the blouse off and helped her put on the crop top. The crop top showed her navel. She looked ravishing in Arnav’s eyes. On the other hand, Khushi was looking everywhere except Arnav, she felt extremely shy in front of Arnav and that too in those short clothes which left nothing to the imagination. Arnav then pulled the nada and her petti-coat was soon bunched up around her feet. He then took the skirt and helped her wear it. He then stood up looking at her.

Arnav: Shall we go?

Khushi: Arnav ji...can we please stay inside? What is the hurry to go out?

Arnav: Khushi...we will go out. I think you are forgetting that I told you to wear this only for me. He then wrapped a coat around her that went to her ankles.

He then took her out. They went to a restaurant which had a combination of Indian and Italian. They enjoyed their food and returned home. They went in their room, Khushi was just hoping to get out of that outfit but fate had something else planned for her. Since Arnav had dressed Khushi in those clothes, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. She looked delectable in that outfit, waiting to be devoured only by him. Arnav went close to her and asked her 1 question.

Arnav: Khushi...you trust me?

Khushi: More than anything else....I love you...

Arnav: I love you too...

He stepped closer and removed her long coat and chucked it to the side. He took one of his ties and tied it around her eyes. “Arnav ji what are you doing?” said Khushi. 

Arnav: You trust me right?

Khushi: Yes. 

He laid her down, then he grabbed Khushi’s duppata and tied her hands to the bed post. Khushi felt uncomfortable as now she couldn’t see and now she couldn’t move. She was at his mercy. “I want to see you writhing underneath me Khushi” said Arnav, she now understood at what he was up to, she was in trouble. Her Rakshas Raizada of a husband will not leave her tonight and she very well knew that, but now she was wondering what was he up to, she couldn’t hear him, actually she was sure that he was not in the room.

Arnav on the other hand was coming up the stairs with a tray full of ice and some cut up fruits and body paints. He was smirking at his innocent wife, she was in trouble tonight by the devil himself. He left all the things on the side and sat down beside her.

He took a cube of ice, and placed it on her lips. Khushi felt something very cold touch her lips and she took her tongue out to taste it to be just sure, it was ice. Arnav slowly then trailed down the ice cube, down her neck, through her valley (over her clothes) and to her navel. He surged it around her navel and then when it the cube was small enough he left it in her navel and sucked on it, making her moan and twist in pleasure. “Arnav...please” said Khushi. He was happy to see his effect on her, or the ice cubes effect on her. He took some grapes from the plate and put it above her lips. She bit into it, squeezing the juice out. Arnav then placed his lips on top of hers and they both battled against each other to who would get the grape in her mouth. But at last Arnav won and he moved back. Then he trailed the other half of the grape down and around her navel. He licked that part thoroughly, biting it a couple of times, leaving love bites on her milky white skin.

He slowly took off her crop top to leave her in her red lacy lingerie. Then he took off her skirt to reveal her panties. He then took another ice cube and rubbed it on her inner thigh, making her twist her legs on the bed. He then took the ice cube up her inner thigh and placed it right against her inner thighs. She warm wetness with the cold ice cube did wonders on her senses. She was losing herself, and Arnav saw that but he didn't want to give in just yet.

He took the body paints and the brush, flicking through the book at the different designs he could choose from. He found one that would look fabulous on his wife. So soon he dabbed the paint around her navel. All Khushi could feel was that feathery touch, almost tickling her. So she let out a laugh and started giggling, she was already really ticklish and that was feathery touch was just making her insane.

Khushi: HAHA....Arnav stop it what are you doing?

Arnav: Khushi...tumm seedhe tarah se nahi rehsakti...your spoiling all my efforts.

Khushi: Arnav ji your tickling me...please...stop...(she tried to say between her laughing fits)

Arnav just held her tight and continued painting while she was laughing throughout. She was almost like a child. This was like torture for her, but Arnav just continued, not giving in to any of her demands. After a good hour, Arnav was finished and he was proud at what he had done. Now it was time for Khushi to see. He released her hands and took her blind fold off. Then he pointed with his eyes to her stomach which was covered in paint. It looked beautiful but then Khushi had a mischievous glint which Arnav noticed.

Khushi: Hmm..now my turn..(before Arnav could say anything she jumped on him and ripped off his shirt. )

She then began painting, testing every ounce of Arnav’s control. She took her time in painting every bit of detail. She was soon finished with her masterpiece that she showed Arnav, but Arnav didn't say anything, instead he rolled her underneath him and pinned her hands above her heads. “You are looking very sexy Mrs. Arnav Singh Raizada” said Arnav huskily. He then ripped off her bra and panties leaving her bare. He then began kissing and biting every bit of skin he could find. He moved down to her private parts and slid his tongue in, moving it up and down, side to side. Khushi was scrunching the bed sheet as hard as she could to stop moaning his name and screaming her head off. Arnav soon found her pleasurable spot and began pressing it down with his tongue. He squeezed her buttocks and she soon let out her juices. He began softly stroking her to let her calm down but soon he started again with his wildness, devouring her.

Khushi helped him remove his trousers and he was only left in his boxers. They both were drowning in their desire and Arnav could feel Khushi ready. She was moaning and twisting beneath him. However there was something he needed to do first. He pushed a finger in her and touched her G-spot. She was getting closer and closer to her climax, when he suddenly slowed his movements. For Khushi, this was sheer torture. 

Khushi: Arnav ji please. 

Arnav: Arnav

Khushi: What?

Arnav: My name is Arnav.

Khushi: How can I call you that?

Arnav: You already do, when your in throes of passion. I want you to do it when your in senses as well. 

Khushi: But..

Arnav: No Khushi...Promise me.

Khushi: Nahi...

He then pushed his finger inside her once again, and again brought her near to climax. Khushi was losing her control. She needed to climax. She felt like crying, and shouting. 

Arnav: Khushi...I will ask only once again...Promise Me!

Khushi: I promise...

Arnav gave her a naughty smirk and he slipped in with a strong thrust. “Ahh” she moaned but Arnav kissed her to suppress her moans as he rocked her to her climax. They soon were both panting in each other’s arms. There were tears in Khushi's eyes. She came out of the embrace and turned away from him. 

Khushi: Why did you do that? Did you want to punish me? 

Arnav soon sensed her mood, and felt bad immediately, but he knew that was the only way to make his wife do something, because she was as stubborn as him. He pulled her back, against him. She fit perfectly against him, like a jigsaw puzzle.

Arnav: Khushi...that wasn't for a punishment. Orgasm denial actually makes your orgasm more powerful, so you receive more pleasure. It weakens your senses. Please don't cry meri jaan, I love you. If you didn't like that, I will never do it again. 

He rubbed her arms, to soothe her sobs. He then slowly turned her around and made her look into his eyes. He went closer and kissed her on the forehead. He rubbed her back, so she would relax. Khushi snuggled closer to him, and buried her face in he curve of his neck. The paint still there looking gorgeous on both of them even if there was trails of sweat. They both slept for a while as they were exhausted. 

They went into a deep slumber. In the morning, Arnav could feel Khushi was awake so Arnav went near her and whispered in her ears, “You know the paint is edible” and before she could say anything, he removed the blankets and began licking her and tasting her beautiful skin which tasted like strawberries due to the paint. Soon Khushi joined in the fun and began licking Arnav’s abs, hungrily, tasting her husband, giving him immense pleasure.