Contract Commitment ▪︎ARSHI▪︎

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Betty Friedan said it better than anyone else- no woman gets an orgasm from shining the kitchen floor- but Khushi just had to put it to the test. Ever since her massage that had tipped her over the edge of erotic persuasion, she'd been flustered, craving a release that sent her body shaking and her legs up in the air, but time alone hadn't been easy to come by when her husband who she wasn't exactly on talking terms with decided to work from home, for what reason she didn't know, especially as it made for a very awkward atmosphere.

So when he'd finally gone for a run she took her chances, pulled out the vibrating toy that she'd probably had for far too long from her top drawer, threw the blanket away and shut her eyes to draw in her imaginary world of things that could turn her on. An inaudible gasp passed her lips when her husband's chiselled body surged through her head, shaking it away, she tried hard to imagine someone else only to picture his toned torso flexing beneath her nails that drew blood down his back as she rode him into a sweaty oblivion.

Pushing the penis formed from jelly rubber into her opening, her hips rose to meet the vibrations, spreading her legs, she shuddered "Oh, God".

At that very moment, her door swung open, Arnav's wet hair shaking around his sharp jawline as he moved closer. Slightly breathless from the exercise, he pulled a hand over his cheeks "I wanted to ask if-" he stopped, swallowing harshly at her small naked body upon the satin sheet.

"Arnav" she yelped, reaching out for something to cover her body while the buzz continued to stimulate her "Jesus" her teeth smashed together, breathy gasps causing her chest to rise and fall faster. "Oh wow," she groaned, trying and failing to ignore the pressure mounting up within her as she grabbed sidewards for a cover.

Unable to look away, he kept his dark orbs on her "Don't stop" he pled, a throaty moan longing out his words, "Fuck, Khushi". Sure he'd imagined her like this, but his dreams had never done her justice.

Dropping her hand from the pointless reach of her duvet, she sighed. Her entire body was so attuned to his gaze on her which only made the whole thing that much hotter to the point her entire body felt raw with want. She'd come so far now that if she didn't get what she needed she'd only get more grouchy and irate, yes this wasn't how she'd expected it to go, but she no longer cared.

Watching as she sat up slightly from the force only to fall back again, his fist clenched as his eyes grazed over her perk nipples he longed to cover with his hands.

His eyes on her fueled her forward, letting out a loud moan that stuck in her throat, she blinked up at his heated gaze, longing for his hands to help her gain the release she yearned for. "Uh, I, I".

"Come for me, Khushi" he knelt beside her, eyes hooded and words lined in throatiness.

And just like that his words alone sent her overboard. "Shit, oh God, I'm going to, I'm going to" her eyes scrunched shut, a drop of sweat dripping down her throat and her hand yanking at the sheet beside her.

"Say my name" Arnav ordered, because if she didn't he wouldn't know what to do, he wanted this, no, he needed this, needed her to set him free and this was the only way he knew how.

"Arnav" Khushi screamed, body lifting as if on route to somewhere more heavenly before dropping back down the second the rhythmic sound came to a stop. Brushing strands of hair from her face, she rolled her lips, mouth parched from the litany of sounds she'd produced. That was by far the best orgasm she'd ever had and she knew why, unfortunately, she bet he knew too.

Catching his breath as he pulled the towel from his shoulder to dab his forehead, he noted the glisten on her inner thighs calling out to him. The lump in his throat bobbed uncomfortably as he forced himself to ignore his personal urges and turn away. The entire experience had been torturous, nothing would ever sate his appetite after this unless it was her body beneath his and her voice screaming his name.

Tiredness warped her body as she grabbed her silk dressing gown, sat up and wrapped it around her body. "I need to shower" she kept her head down and voice low in shame. She was an idiot, an absolute idiot for getting lost in the sensations like that, she'd yet to give him an answer for his proposition, accused him of trying to seduce her then practically seduced him by putting on a show for him to watch when she knew he anticipated more.

"Me too" he responded, so confused and still so turned on by his wife- where did this leave them? Had anything changed for her or would she prefer to go back to normal?

Her head shot up "What do you, oh" her mouth made an O before clamping shut, for a hot second she thought he was trying to express that he too had touched himself, but alas it was because he'd returned from his run. "That shouldn't have happened" tying her gown into a knot on her stomach, she pulled open the door, "Now, if you'll excuse me" she gestured to the hallway, hoping he'd make himself scarce so she could deal with the implications of what they had partaken in.

"Maybe it shouldn't have" he leant over her dauntingly, "But it did and there's no going back now" kissing her cheek softly, he traced her jaw with the pad of his thumb. "If it means anything to you then know I've never seen anyone sexier".

Slamming the door behind him, she leant against it, head back and her front forward to clear her chest from the weight of what she'd just brought both of them into- the place of unknown.

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Work had been... painful to say the least. Every time he opened a new file his mind would drift to his wife in his shirt curled up on the sofa while his ears would ring with her moans that sounded suspiciously like his name. With each meeting with a possible client came visions of her panting and groaning and then, when he didn't think it could get any worse, she began to appear all around him.

Suddenly his receptionist had donned her classic messy waves he loved so much, his intern bent over wearing that sexy number he'd bought for Khushi's birthday last year and a client from a large business firm fluttered his eyelashes at him like she would when she wanted him to cancel a dinner so he could watch a horror movie with her that she hated to watch alone.

The entire thing was maddening and by the time the clock struck nine he swore he'd reached a whole new level of crazy. This wasn't normal, but then again, what about them was? He'd offered up the contract on a sunny day hoping the tan that made her skin glow would have a happy effect on her reaction to something so out of the ordinary- to his surprise, she hadn't taken that long to say yes when he'd dangled the fact that she could reap the benefits of marriage without the complications of love in her face- since she'd sworn off romance after her heartbreak, he expected she'd be the perfect fit.

He just hadn't really thought about the possibility of falling for her, at the time it wasn't one he could imagine. But when you spend three years of your life with a woman who claims she hates intimacy but can only go to sleep in clothes that smell of you, who's laugh sounds like your favourite lullaby and who's heart is bigger than you believed could ever exist- things get complicated, suddenly what you were sure would never occur starts to become a reality.

Feelings made everything messy, but for him, it was too late to go back now. While he wasn't sure if he desired her romantically, he did know that he wanted her body and that he enjoyed her company. He hoped their relationship would manage well with a new addition, they were both mature adults, what was the worst that could happen?

In his eyes, love wasn't on the cards. In her eyes, it was the same.

But he wanted to test it out. It kind of felt like a now or never thing- either they could be more than just friends or they couldn't. Logically, this seemed the best way to find out- but a lot was on the line; their current relationship, their friendship, their contract marriage and their respective positions in the public eye if it all went wrong. Yet, he still couldn't make himself see the bad in trying to find out if they should carry on as they were, try for more or just go their separate ways.