{Light Spice and Sexual Tension alert - proceed with caution for this and the next chapter. Actually, it can be considered very tame compared to the dark and depraved smut out there, anyhow I hope you enjoy.}

Kyra

I stood in front of the mirror staring at myself wearing my sexy and lacy, brassiere and thong. I was contemplating on how revealing and sexy should my dress be? for my date with Abhay tonight.

I finally settled on a gorgeous Black dress, it had spaghetti straps with a deep V-cut which emphasised my ample Bosom (the benefits of being a curvy girl). The dress was semi backless, it cinched around my waist and hips. The highlight of this masterpiece was a wide side slit which displayed my luscious thigh. This was one those dresses which bordered on classy yet a tad racy.

This dress was a gift from a designer friend in Paris. It was specially designed for me, it showcased and flaunted my ample curves. The dress was wild and overtly sexual, not something I would normally wear. But I was feeling particularly daring today and I wanted to look hot for Abhay (it may seem old fashioned). Perhaps for the first time in my life I was dressing for the male gaze.

We were going to meet after more than 2 months and I wanted to see unbridled appreciation and passion in his eyes for me, I wanted to look extremely desirable and appealing. I paired this outfit with 5 inch Louboutin heels, LV clutch and my Diamond choker, a few rings and a bracelet, the overall jewellery was elegant yet minimalistic.

Yet, every time I tried to picture Abhay's reaction, all I could were beautiful and piercing blue eyes intently staring back at me, with burning desire and passion. I repressed the train of my ongoing thoughts and did the final touches to my makeup, which was smoky eyes and bright red lipstick.

Abhay was sending a Lamborghini to pick me up at 7:00 pm, he couldn't personally come as he had some important work to be completed before meeting me. Our dinner reservations were for 7:30 pm at the city's most expensive and happening restaurant. It was the country's most famous and exclusive place to dine.

I arrived at the restaurant at sharp 7:30 pm, Abhay had surprisingly not yet arrived. I was slightly peeved and irritated that he could not even bother to be punctual for our date. Finally, at 7:45 pm he finally arrived, and thoroughly apologised for keeping me waiting.

So, I gave him the benefit of doubt and tried to start the evening with a fresh mindset. In his eyes I saw no traces of genuine emotion. Infact, he even seemed slightly drunk.

Eventually, we got to talking about our childhood, the joyous time we spent playing together and all that we accomplished. Great food, Cocktails and good nostalgic conversation managed to improve the night and I started enjoying myself. Abhay was a good conversationalist and could be quite charming, when he wanted to be and put in the effort.

But I realised that this was never going to a real relationship, a real marriage. It was merely going to be a business contract that we would both abide by and I was going to have to make my peace with that sooner than later.

At 9:00 pm, Abhay mentioned that he knew of a underground and highly exclusive Disco cum Pub, Sapphire. It was reserved and accessible only to the highest echelons of society, it had classy pole dancing [both women and men] dance performances, a DJ floor, specialty cocktails, VIP and Ultra VIP Lounges. It was a premium, members only establishment and its experience was one of a kind. It was located on the outskirts of the city.

I agreed and we headed there. The place was amazingly mind blowing, we danced, had drinks, watched some sexily intimate dance performances, and then danced some more.

When we got back to the packed dance floor, Abhay held onto me tightly and pressed our fronts together, we were swaying to the music. I could feel every hard ridge of his body and his hands were slowly lowering towards my ass, when I felt like someone was watching me. I turned my face and spotted the culprit, those familiar and hauntingly beautiful Blue eyes staring at me with unbridled Passion and raw burning desire.

OMG! Reyansh was here and he was staring right at me.

At the peak of my awkwardness and heavy eye contact with the blue eyed devil, Abhay daringly grabbed my butt. I don't think I've ever seen Reyansh look more murderously pissed and angry than he was now. I was almost frightened by his expression and would've instinctively backed away, had Abhay not held on so tightly. I quickly turned my gaze back to my dance partner.

After a moment of saying frozen as statue in his arms, Abhay excused himself to go to the restroom. I heaved a sigh of relief at the temporary break from him and turned to go get a drink. But, as soon as I turned, I felt a tight familiar grip on my arm and I was aggressively twirled around.

Then, Reyansh grabbed me by the arms, and pulled me close to him. He questioned in a dark voice filled with anger, "Did you forget who you belong to, Princess? How dare he touch what's mine? That undeserving drug addict does not have the authority to touch you so intimately. Also, who gave you the permission to dress so provocatively for him?"

Now my inner feminist roared at me, I pushed away from his grip and said, "First of all, I don't need your's or anyone's permission to dress, how I want too. Secondly, I'm not an object you own, you have zero authority over me and I AM NOT YOUR'S. So, don't you dare question me, I'll do whatever the hell I want too. Also, for your information Abhay is a nice guy...  a concept you are unfamiliar with and he is most definitely not a drug addict."

During my tirade, he controlled his emotions and patiently heard me.

But his eyes had a predatory sheen and in an authoritative manner he said, "Last warning, Princess. LEAVE. I don't want you anywhere near that Fucker. If you don't voluntarily leave within the next 5 mins, you will highly regret it. Later don't tell me that I didn't warn you of the consequences of your actions. Also, I've made it abundantly clear time and again that, YOU ARE MINE, to do with as I please, never ever forget that."

I huffed angrily, Reyansh was absolutely incorrigible, there was no point in arguing with him and I was not scared of him and his empty threats. I turned to walk away, when I felt a gentle tug on my messy bun and my hair came tumbling down my back, essentially covering the backless portion of my dress with a wall of hair.

I turned to glare and potentially scream at him, when he cockily smirked at me and said, "Tick-Tock Princess," He then walked away with my hair pins.

Ugh, Reyansh was so infuriating and yet I couldn't get my eyes off of him. This brief interaction with him was more stimulating than the entire time I had been with Abhay.

I was feeling particularly rebellious and reckless. So, I blocked Abhay's path as he was going to sit on lounger and dragged back to the dance floor with me. A high intensity and sexy song blared through the DJ booth, I wrapped my hands around him started grinding my hips against his. Abhay seemed out of it, like he was throughly buzzed or high.

But he played along and put his clammy hands on my ass and spun me around. With my ass perched on him, he started aggressively grinding us together. I was basically twerking on him and lost in the friction, but I don't know what came over me. I looked straight ahead as though my eyes were searching for someone, for him.

Reyansh stood against the bar with a glass of whiskey in his hand, glaring at me and my open defiance of his 'orders'. But he also looking smug? as though my rebellious act impressed him and now he could do what he had promised.

A scantily clad and beautiful woman brazenly approached him, she started twerking and shimming her boobs in front of him very provocatively. She was one of the pole dancers and wore a very low cut transparent bra which barely covered anything and a sheer pantyhose. Trying to entice Reyansh and divert his attention to her. She then stood on her tippy toes and whispered something in his ear.

I turned my face, pissed at her brazen behaviour for some reason. I decided to focus on Abhay, turned back around to him and put his hands on my hips. But it looked like ever since he returned from the washroom he was spacey and aloof, like he didn't know where he was or what he was doing. I don't think it even registered to him that I was dancing with him.

A sudden though struck, What if Reyansh was right and Abhay was a drug addict? because he sure looked high right now. He even smelled of someone else's perfume and his hair was all messed up.

Abhay was lost in a trance, he started becoming very handsy and inappropriate. I had started dancing with him, but now I was feeling uneasy and uncomfortable.

I was about to back away, when Abhay grabbed my neck and tilted my face to kiss me. Before I could protest or push him away, I was suddenly yanked backwards. Reyansh had my wrist in a tight grip, he pulled me along and I just blindly went with him. I was so flabbergasted with what I had realised about Abhay, that I didn't even protest.

Just when I realised, that Reyansh was taking me downstairs, to some ultra VIP area. I resisted and tried to get free of his ironclad grip, when turned around and threw me over his shoulder. I started thrashing around trying to get off, so he put a large meaty palm on my ass to stabilise me. I immediately stopped wiggling at the contact.

He held on tightly and started walking to the secluded VIP area like this was no big deal. I then realised that he was serious earlier and I was now in a world of trouble (But, why did I secretly like it?, what was wrong with me and why was I not fighting harder?), maybe because deep down I liked it and knew that Reyansh had all the power here. I would not be able to escape, unless he allowed me to and frankly, I didn't want to escape him.

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(TBC)