Warrior - Chapter Seventy One

 It's fucking like... fucking... fucking...

What time is it?

Oh yeah! It's fucking like past 2 o'clock when we were re ready to call it a night. Akash let Dev know to pick us up, and he came like half an hour or so fucking later. I felt a little bad that he had to stay up so late because of us, so I let him know not to worry about driving me in the morning because I knew my head would be pounding, so I'd be taking the day off.

Besides, it's like fucking past 3 by the time we came home.

Heading upstairs to my room, I took my phone out of my bag and tossed my clutch aside. As I walked over to put my phone on charge, I checked through it to see a text from baby sis, as well as a few snaps from Arnav. I see that squirt's text reads why didn't you invite me to the club so I ignored it, and instead went to see what Arnav snapped me. I hadn't heard from him earlier in the day, I'm assuming because he said he was going to be getting his tattoo.

As I sat down on the bed and took off my heels, I played the snaps, the first one being a picture of the tattoo studio. The next was a selfie, Arnav looking wide-eyed, captioning it time for another tattoo! Then a video played of Max working away on Arnav's right arm, but Arnav cleverly recorded it so that I wouldn't be able to see what the fuck the tattoo fucking is!

This fucking-! I know!

Hahahahahahahaha! You thought you were clever Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada, but I am much more cleverer! 

Cleverish? Clevererer? Cleverererer? Eh, who the fuck cares!

Ugh! But I need to pee really badly!

Getting up, I made my way into the bathroom and peed my bladder empty. Once that was taken care of, I washed my hands and admired myself in the mirror.

Bitch, I look fucking sexy as hell! Sure, I may have sweated off a lot of my makeup from dancing so much, but I still look motherfucking sexy as fuck! And I mean my body looks banging, too! Banging!!! 

Maybe I should take a few selfies- but oh! In the big mirror in the closet!

Heading into the closet, I stood in front of the mirror, which is set right across from the bench, and took a few selfies. I couldn't help but to give a sexy pout and caress a titty, and because I looked so fucking fire in it, I sent it to Arnav.

It only took a couple of seconds before Arnav opened it, and realizing what I had sent to him, I burst out laughing.

On a scale of 1 to 100, how much do you want to bet that Arnav is at 1000, blushing insanely?

He's such a baby!

I see that Arnav has sent a message in response, so I opened it.

A: Did you have fun?

Um, excuse me? Did you not see me in my sexy ass outfit, looking like a fucking snack? I was even holding a titty!

K: Um, hello!!

A: ?

K: It's rude to not acknowledge that I look like a fucking snack!

Super fucking rude!

I see that Arnav has seen my message, but he doesn't respond.

What the fuck-? Oh hell nah!

K: Acknowledge that I look like a fucking snack!

Again he looked at the message, but didn't respond.

Ugh! Rude!!!

K: Hello!!!!!!!!! 

K: Call

K: Me

K: A

K: Fucking

K: SNACK!

Again, left on read.

Oh that's it, it's fucking on!

Setting my phone down on the closet island, I leaned it against a candle and video-called Arnav. It rang for quite a bit, which irked me more, and I crossed my arms and leaned them on the island. Finally, Arnav took the call, and immediately I see his red, blushing face.

Unable to hold it back, I burst out laughing like an idiot!

Dude, he looks so fucking funny!

"Khushi," I heard him calling out in annoyance, but I only laughed harder.

"You... you... such a... blush... child!"

I know I'm making no sense, but I couldn't help it - it's just too fucking funny!

"Khushi, stop laughing, it's not that funny."

"Says the fucking man-child," and I laughed even more.

I could feel his scowl as he looked at me. "I'm hanging up-"

"Oh no you don't!"

Nuh uh, we haven't even gotten to why I called you in the first place!

Calming myself down, I regained my composure. and crossed my arms once more and rested them on the island.

"You ignored my messages," I quipped.

"Uh-"

"What's so hard about calling me a snack? Because one, we both know it's a fact, and two, I told you to say it, so fucking say it."

Arnav looked away, his cheeks heating up once more.

"Oh will you stop blushing! I mean look at me," and I moved back holding my hands out. "I look so bangin' in this dress, so sexy," and I posed like I was some fucking model.

"Uh, you do look great-"

"Great? Great? I look fucking hot!"

Arnav pursed his lips, glancing away once more.

"Eyes on me! I said eyes on me!"

Arnav's eyes widened as he looked back at me.

"Tell me I look like a snack."

His eyes widened even more. "I-"

"Tell me that I look like a fucking. Snack."

I watched as he gulped nervously, trying to look away once more.

"I said eyes on me!"

He instantly flinched and looked back at me.

"Ugh, I don't know why you're making this so difficult," I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "I mean please! A girl like me? Looking like this? Looking like the snack that she is? Dude! Dude! For fuck's sake, I should've been picked up at the club and getting fucked into oblivion!"

Arnav's eyes widened as his cheeks reddened, and while I would've laughed at him, I was also irritated. But not only was I irritated...

I was in the mood to mess with him.

"In fact," I smirked slyly, "I should've been getting bent right over this island," I said as I did exactly that, "and getting railed from behind."

Arnav turned as red as my bridal wear, gulping nervously once more. "Uh, I guess you had a couple of drinks-"

"Wouldn't you like to bend me over and fuck me from behind?"

His eyes widened in shock.

"Oh don't act so surprised, Arnav. We both know you watch porn, so tell me what your taste is. Do prefer it doggy style? Maybe a bit more vanilla, some missionary? Or maybe something more kinky with some choking?"

He gulped harshly, looking anywhere and everywhere but at me.

"I thought I said eyes on me?"

Arnav looked back at me, and even though his eyes were wide with shock, something about it was slightly off.

Like he didn't like being ordered.

"Tell me Arnav, what's your kink? Are you a titty-man? Are you an ass-man? What's your preference?"

"Khushi-"

"Oh I know," I gasped dramatically. "Why don't we find out?!"

"What the-"

"I'll show you my titties and my butt, and then you can decide which you prefer! Though I must warn you, I'm not exactly big and what not, but hey! It's what I got and they're a whole lot of fun! I'll show you my tits first, I'm not wearing bra-"

"I have another phone call, work stuff, gotta go," and he hung up just as I was about to free my titties.

"Hey! That wasn't very nice!"

Not like he'd know since he hung up!

Ugh! Now I'm annoyed! Stupid work call!

But also, strangely enough, I'm horny. And I mean super horny!

Normally I keep it at bay, like I know how to control myself. Plus I don't get horny that often, I mean the last time I masturbated was like... like...

Did I masturbate at all this year? Wow, I'm such an angel!

Oh well! That's over!

But what to get me off...? I mean talking about sex positions has got me all tingly but to get me really off? What to do... what to do...?

Placing my finger on my chin, I looked at the closet around me.

Ugh, my mind is so heavy right now, I need to free myself up.

Pushing the straps of my dress off of my shoulders, it slid down to the floor with complete ease, and I took off the excuse-of-underwear I had on as well. Walking around naked, I looked at the closet around me. For the most part, it's just clothes, and I mean what the fuck are my clothes supposed to do, so I went Arnav's side of the closet. He had his many shirts hanging, along with his suit jackets and dress pants. His casual clothes hung separately, though most of those things were also folded away in drawers.

Hmm... what to choose, what to choose? Then again, it's not like any of these things vibrate so that's a bust! But- oh!

Pulling open one of Arnav's drawers, I found Arnav's watches, all neatly put away.

Wow, so pretty! And shiny! And hella expensive too!

Reaching in, I pulled out a Rolex that was gold with a black band.

I'm sure there's more fancy names, but this bitch is too drunk to care!

I put the watch on my left wrist, it having quite a loose fit on me, sliding along me.

I'd rather have his dick sliding in and out of me! Preferably my vagina, though my mouth would've been fine, too... unless he turns out to be a titty-man, I wouldn't mind a titty fuck. Anyways, inspiration, inspiration... what will get me off?

I looked through his things, but again, it was just clothes and accessories. I mean seriously, it's like a gazillion white shirts, a bunch of black suits and pants, a bunch of black shoes, and then everything else! Like seriously, how many white shirts does this man- oh!

As I picked up one of Arnav's fancy white dress shirts, I realized that it smelled like him - woodsy, citrusy, fresh, and sensual.

Yeah, turns out it took for him to leave, in order for me to realize what the man smells like.

Which, summed up, is hella fucking sexy!

Taking the shirt off of the hanger, I put it on and held the sleeves to my nose, inhaling it.

Oh yeah, I'm turned on! I'm so fucking turned on! But I feel like something is missing- oh damn, I look sexy!

Catching my reflection in the mirror, I can't help but to pose, but I mean why just do that? I grabbed my phone and quickly took a few pictures, even posing with the watch for bit.

I'm such a badass, sexy cunt, Arnav is so lucky- Arnav!

Oh, I'm bad! I'm so bad! I am absolutely evil!

Posing in the mirror again with the shirt hanging off of my left shoulder, semi exposing my titty and showing off the watch as I bit my finger, I took a selfie, looking all innocent and sexy, and sent it to Arnav.

That should make your cock throb!

Feeling successful, I headed back into the room and looked around, my finger at my chin.

Hmm... what were those household items google said I could use to masturbate with? I definitely don't want to use my hairbrush....

I looked around the room, spinning in a circle, but it started to make my head fucking hurt, so I stopped. But somehow I turned out to be like the spinner thing you use on twister - you know the thing that tell you what body part to put where? Well for me, my spinner thingy said put my cunt on Arnav's pillow and hump it!

Oh I'm such a bad bitch! I'm such a bad, naughty little cunt! 

Excited and totally horny, I ran over to our large bed and grabbed Arnav's pillow. As much as it would be great to get fucked all over this massive bed in all sorts of positions, his pillow would have to do for now. But as I straddled over his pillow and tried to use my mind to keep me horny, I realized something.

I have no idea what Arnav's cock looks like.

How the hell do I not-? Well Arnav is very mindful and respectful, I've barely seen the man be half naked to begin with - well, not counting him being shirtless while he works out. But the fact that there's never been like a slip of a towel or something... wow! I haven't even seen a glimpse of his dick! In fairness, he hasn't seen my titties or pussy either, not even when he had the perfect chance! He could've totally seen it that day but... but he didn't. He respected me and... he took care of me... he cared for me.

I wrapped my arms around me and inhaled his scent. All I could think of was all of the ways he's held me ever since he first came into my life. My mind took creative liberty from there, imagining what it would be like if he touched me all over my body - feeling me, caressing me, kneading me - all of it! A few cries of pleasure left my lips as I moved my body against his pillow, humping it as my fingers parted through my tender flesh, pleasuring me. Orgasm after orgasm rippled through me, especially when I started to finger myself. The image of Arnav fingering me made me absolutely lose my mind, until I couldn't take it anymore!

My body collapsed, landing on my back. My chest heaved as I tried to regain my breath, my eyes too heavy to stay open.

Geez, Arnav would've blushed into oblivion is he saw me like this, I have no doubt about that at all.

Oh well!