To Aarna patel, he was the kind of man she wanted to stay away yet she desired him - dark, tough, extreme, controlling, commanding, and a billionaire.
To jayraj Singh Rathod, she is the kindest and yet most feisty woman he ever met, a ball of spitf...
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After almost 30 minutes, Rathod came into his living room where I was sitting, And set beside me,
"Are you sleeping with someone or what the kids nowadays say-- umm..yes dating? Are you dating anyone?" He asked it so casually that for a few seconds, I thought I still am drunk! I stood up from the sofas and looked at him to know if he was fine.
It was me who got drunk last night and he was talking like a drunkard!
"I don't think it's any of your business," I replied after an eternity.
"I want to make it my business because I want you." He said while removing his suit jacket, his abs were visible in a tight white shirt.
I so wanted to touch his hard abs,
" Perhaps I may not be interested, Mr. Rathod." I lied to his face, But lying flawlessly is not my thing, I have been told, many times.
"Aarna your words from last night were telling a different story."
He said My name, It was so delightful to hear that I would give up on chocolates and ice creams to just hear my name from his mouth, again and again, and again.
He stood up, held my waist, and brought me close to him,
"Do you remember what you said? My controlling ways were enough to get you wet, and I also googled your 'mallord me,' 'do you want to test my rainbow' phrases. So you were inviting me to have s*x with you last night."
"I was drunk." I replied, slowly and inhaled the scent. The same mixture of earth and leather and spice.
"When people are drunk they speak the truth." He paused before continuing, "And Tell me you're not wet right now." He put his hand on my bare thighs. I wished to have something more to wear than that short dress.
"I... I am not--" He put his hand on my now wet thong with a deep intake of breath.
"I thought so, You are such a bad liar." He whispered.
"So what? I am attracted to you like so many women. It's just an attraction and it will pass, I am sure." His fingers curled over the thong.
"If you are attracted to me then what is the issue? I don't find you sex-after-marriage type." Well, yeh, he was right!
Just think about it Aarna, you can get a taste of him, imagine how wonderful he would be.
No, no, Aarna. Not at all.
"Well, you are my boss," I muttered.
"The company that you work in doesn't have any employee involvement restriction. The one problem is solved, Speak up the next issue."
That made me angry, he was treating this like a business deal, and there was a battle of emotions going on inside me, I was aroused and angry at the same time. The angry me wanted to yell at him, but the aroused me just wanted to let him have his ways with me.
"Yes, that is exactly the issue. You can't even ask it properly. You are talking as If I am the next business project that you want to conquer."
"This is my way and this is how I am. And yes I do want to conquer your body and your orgasms."
"I. I" how can I not stammer when a man like him wanted to get inside me? When His hand was resting over my vagina?
I pushed back to make space between us,, his hands slipped from my waist and thong, I didn't have the strength to talk when I was surrounded by him.
For a minute, I missed the warmness of his hand.
"Don't use this my way or highway attitude on me." I narrowed my eyes at him.
"I don't do Sweet words, flattery, or romance, I don't have time for dating."
"I am not asking for sweet words but for f*ck sake consider me more than a s*x object." I gritted my teeth, of course, I was offended by his way of pursuing me. I went to the door and struggled to open it but it didn't budge, Now I was pissed.
"Open this damn door right now, I want to go home." I felt him behind me, his palms pressed on either side of me to the door. His c*ck was pressing on my back and I was pissed, irritated, and fucking turned on. I turned around to give him a piece of a lecture but my words didn't come out of my mouth due to the proximity. He was draped over me.
"I will not let you go till you state your issue." I stared at him with my angry eyes and he stared back. After almost 3 minutes of stare contest Which felt like 3 hours, I gave in and spoke,
"I am not your type, I remember our meeting in the club, your rules felt absurd to me. I like to speak, like to talk about what is in my mind when I fu*k a man. I am not just a woman with a vagina, I am a woman with mind and mouth, who likes to think and speak."
He removed his hand from the door, wrapped his fingers gently around my wrist, and put my palm on his big hard c*ck.
"I haven't seen your pus*y yet and still I am this hard. If I considered you just as a woman with a vagina, I wouldn't be more aroused hearing your angry tone or this red ear." His lips brushed on my cheek, near my left ear. God! That barely there soft brush of his lips was enough to send me on my dream of ecstasy.
"Go to your place, the club I mean, and 'arrange' the girl who will listen to your orders and kneel at your feet. F*ck her till I am over your system. And then the problem of hard-on will be solved." And I witnessed the most wonderful sound, His full throaty laugh.
His laugh was insidious to me, I am telling you because whatever control I gained over my body, just slipped away. I registered my want of tucking his hair and kissing him hard.
Control Aarna, he is bad news. A very very bad news. A half-owner of the firm you work in.
"Are we done?" I eventually mumbled the words.
"This discussion is not over yet but I think you need some time to think." He said grimly. He pulled himself away as if it took lots of strength to stay away from me.
"Until next time and I will prove to you that for the orgasms you will get it's worth taking a risk." His face was hard and decided. I shuddered. I wasn't sure I'd win this fight but the question was, did I want to win?
He opened the door of the elevator for me and I went inside, "My driver is downstairs, He will drop you at your home."
I didn't fight or deny this because I still was wearing the same dress which I wore yesterday night. Though I didn't sleep with him it will look like a walk of shame.
I was standing there inside the elevator, Gripping my clutch tightly, I am sure if it was glass every broken piece would have been studded in my hand. I needed to get over this infatuation. How could I be so turned on by a A man whose ways of s*x normally turned me off?
