Chapter 5

You Belong To Me

POOJA

Kabir had been on a conference call with a Mr. Malhotra for hours now, leaving me to take another shower. I blew out my hair and decided to wear the dress he had initially picked out for me. It was simple, green with white polka-dots and I hated how nicely it fit me. I felt like this would give him approval to pick my clothes for me. Raghu only added to my dismay by nodding when I went down the stairs.

I sat at the piano, I didn't know how to play I was simply messing with the keys and flipping through the music sheets. I loved how the keys sounded under my fingertips. I really wished I had learned how to play.

"Do you play?" A voice asked behind me causing me to jump.

Turning around, I noticed Dhruv leaning against the pillar in the living room; "No, I was just thinking how I wish I did."

"May I?" He asked, taking a step forward.

"Yes please. No one has ever played for me." I stated, moving over for him.

"You should ask Kabir, he's like a freaking prodigy," He laughed, fingers gliding over the keys.

"Of course he is." Kabir could do any and everything... Closing my eyes I couldn't help but grin when I heard the familiar tune he played. I loved Chopin, I didn't know how to play, but I could appreciate it's beauty. I closed my eye and swayed along with the peaceful music, internally adding the other instruments I knew went along with this piece.

"Dhruv, can I talk to you?" I heard an angry voice call. Once again, I was startled out of my reverie, I had to clutch my hands together to keep from grabbing chest. There she stood, a furious Kavya, glaring at me while holding her baby with one arm. Dhruv stopped playing, which was a good thing, because the look in her eyes spelled an awaiting shit storm.

"Nothing happened!" I said stupidly, that's exactly the shit people say when something did happen. Dhruv snickered at my idiocy... despite his wife's growing rage.

"I'll be on the porch." She stated walking... stomping away.

"I'm so so..."

"Pooja it's fine. I just wanted to see who and what makes Kabir happy. We've known each other for a long time and I would actually like to really know him." He winked before going after his wife.

Sighing, I dropped my head when I noticed Raghu standing in front of the door like a motherfucking bloodhound. He waited at the door for a few seconds before turning to me and raising a simple eyebrow. He was like the father I never had, giving me the stereotypical paternal / judgemental look. Rising from the bench, I brushed off my dress and curtsied to him.

"Better?" I asked.

"Much," He stated before pulling open the door. "Mr. Malhotra is here, I believe attending to him is in your job description?"

Shit.

Rushing over to his side, I tried to gather my thoughts as he shook his head, trying his best not smile as we approached the house's entrance. A bright red Mercedes stopped in front of the stairs leading to the driveway. Who I presumed to be Rehan Malhotra stepped out, he had short black hair and wore a designer suit, he was just as I expected, another rich, cocky, playboy.

"Old man you're still alive." He laughed before looking me over; "Oh, damn you're new. Hello beautiful, where have you been hiding?"

Seriously?

"It's Ms. Sharma, Mr. Malhotra and if you will kindly follow me, I will show you to Mr. Mittal..."

"I will follow you anywhere baby." He snickered cutting me off while staring at my breasts. Could I file a police report? Because I sure as hell felt violated.

Ignoring his comments, I simply turned and walked down the hall to Kabir's office, allowing him to follow.

"Playing hard to get, I like it..."

"Mr. Malhotra, I am simply Mr. Mittal's employee and not only are you the competition, you are not my type." Smiling, I knocked on the white double doors of Kabir's office. But Casanova just burst in.

"Kabir, fire her so I can take her to dinner." Did he not hear me say he was not my type? Kabir just held the phone to his ear, he must have been dealing with something unscheduled, because as far as I knew, Mr. Malhotra was the only person he had business with today.

Kabir leaned on the edge of his dark wooden desk surrounded by books, files and brandy. His eyes focused on the dress I was wearing and I felt my skin start to burn under the heat of his eyes.

"Thank you Ms. Sharma, I'll handle things from here..."

"No sweets, don't leave me with him. He's colder then the iceberg that took down the titanic." He pouted like he was a child. Seriously? This man owned a multi-million dollar company? He didn't even seem capable of tying his own shoes.

"Stop hassling my assistant before I let her sue your ass for harassment Rehan." He stated, cutting off his phone before throwing it on his desk. "Ms. Sharma, I need all of these retyped and sent out by morning."

Nodding, I walked over to him, taking the tan colored file from his hands. But I could feel Rehan' eyes on my ass. Kabir seemed completely aloof, waiting for me to leave.

Dirty rich pig.

Closing the door behind me, I leaned on it for a moment just as Kavya came down the stairs, alone. Biting my lip, walked right up to her, pulling the file to my chest when she reached the last marble step. She jumped back as if she was expecting me to jump on her like a fucking animal.

"Dhruv wasn't doing anything and I would never..."

"Unless he paid you right?" She hissed, crossing her arms over her chest, staring me down like she was better than me.

"No...I..."

"So it's just my brother you want your claws in. I thought Tanya was disgusting, but you take the cake. He's married, that means something. I'm sure there are better ways to deal with your issues..."

"Well, he's not happy." I snapped; "I wouldn't go after Dhruv or Jay or anyone else. This isn't who I am. Kabir was....is, just different, I could care less about his money. I'm not even sure why I bothered to try to talk to you. I don't owe you shit. You don't have to like me, but I'm staying because Kabir wants me. So fuck you, you pretentious bitch."

I never had many friends before. I don't even know why I bother to try to reach out. Pushing past her, I went up the stairs as quickly as I could. I knew more of his family might of be around, but I didn't want to see them. The moment I got to the double doors leading to my room, I was greeted by the strong scent of chlorine and the sound of running water. I felt my stomach drop as I headed to the bathroom where the scent permeated. It was odd, like time had slowed down and with each stepped across the blue room everything seemed amplified.

Pushing the door open, I wasn't sure whether to scream or cry. There in tub of bleach water was most of my clothes and even my jewelry...the water was beginning to overflow. Turning, I placed the file down and took of my dress, laying it on the bed before walking in. Cutting off the water, I unstopped the tub before grabbing my towel and placing it on to the ground.

"High school never ends." I whispered to myself, which only caused me to cough as I inhaled the chloric fumes.

There was nothing I could do but wait for the water to drain, the I could see if anything was salvageable. I wasn't safe outside of this room and I wasn't safe within it. Grabbing the file, I opened the balcony doors inhaling the fresh air hoping it would flush out the fumes. Pulling the desk chair on to the balcony, I tried making myself comfortable. The files Kabir had handed me were a list of beta chip shipments going all across the world. I wasn't even sure what they were for. Knowing Kabir, it was probably the prototype to robo-sex-slaves.

Smiling, I made the calls I had to, they were simple, just making sure everything was picked up on time and hand delivered to his companies.

"What happened here?"

Jumping in fright, all the papers in my hands fell to the ground.

"Shit, sorry." I told him, gathering them in a pile.

"What happened here Pooja?" Kabir asked again, taking me by the arm and pulling me off the ground. He was only an inch away from me, his eyes cold and darkening with each second I didn't answer.

"I don't know."

"Your room smells like you murdered someone and you're trying to cover it up. So, should I start digging a hole or should I call my lawyer?"

Grinning, I shook my head; "Wow, you do have a sense of humor. No, I came back here to find my clothes soaking in bleach . I tried to air it out, but the smell..."

He let me go, walking into the bathroom and for some reason, I didn't want him to see.

"I'm going to kill her."

"Kabir, it's just clothes..."

"No, it's your clothes. The clothes I bought for you. It's my house. It's my fucking bleach. My God damned room. I warned her..."

"Kabir, no." I grabbed onto his arm, trying to pull him away from the door, "Please don't, I'm already dealing with drama. They are going to think it's me flipping out over some clothes. Or worse, they will say I did it to myself for attention. Either way, I fucking lose, so please don't. I'll let you buy me anything else and I'll wear it."

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose but stopped.

"Get what you need."

"What?"

"Get what you need, you're not sleeping here until I have it cleaned and aired out. You're staying in my room." Swallowing slowly, I tried to process that.

"But Tanya..."

"Honestly Pooja?"

Nodding, I grabbed my small toiletry bag, trying to hold my breath while in the bathroom. I then walked onto the balcony to gather the papers and phone. He said nothing as he watched me put on my dressing robe, it felt weird but when I had everything, I just followed him. In all my time with him, I had never been in his room, . I wasn't sure what I was getting into when I walked down the hall to the very last door on the right. He pushed it open, wide enough for me to squeeze past him.

I wasn't sure what I was expecting...that's a lie. I was expecting black silk sheets, mirrors on every wall and the ceiling, and old fashioned torches. Instead, his room was just a library. Filled with books and paintings. The only clear space was his cream and gold king sized bed along with a desk. It wasn't chaotic or dirty or even cluttered, it was just different, unexpected.

He stepped up behind me, his hands on my shoulders; "I've waited all day to do this."

In a second, he was pulling the robe from my skin, all but tearing it off of me, forcing what I had in my hands to fall. I didn't fight him. Standing there, in nothing but my bra and thong I turned around to face him. He grabbed my neck, pulling me to him.

"First Dhruv. Then Rehan."

"I..." He kissed my lips harshly, before ripping my underwear from me, I felt the sting of the cloth against my skin and it strangely made me even more excited.

"I heard you talking to him, then him playing for you."

"We were..."

"No. You have be to punished for that. Reminded you who you fucking belong to."

Why did that statement only serve to turn me on even more?

"Then punish me, Mr. Mittal." I whispered, unclasping my bra and walking backwards until I felt the frame of the bed behind me. Falling back, I waited for him. He smirked, rolling up your sleeve.

"I found something in your drawer back in . I've been waiting for the opportunity to use this." I wasn't sure what he meant.

Reaching over, he pulled open his nightstand drawer and there it was, my pink rabbit.

I knew I hadn't lost it. I thought before the embarrassment kicked in.

God, I could feel my entire face burning red.

"When I first saw it, I was annoyed. You had already agreed to being with me. So why? Am I not good enough for you Pooja?"

"No Kabir, you know that's not true. You're more than eno..." I stopped speaking when he smirked, pulling out his desk chair to and sitting in it, staring at my prone form.

"I know. Your brain knows. But does your pussy know?" He paused, staring at me before a devious look overtook his features. "Use it."

"What?"

"Pleasure yourself in my bed Pooja."

"I don't want to. I just want you."

"I know, punishment remember." He grinned, making himself comfortable in his stupid leather chair.

The way he looked at me made me ache. I wanted him. I wanted him badly, I didn't want the rubber toy. I hadn't used it since I first had him. He looked so smug, he knew nothing would ever compare to him, inanimate or not. He thought he was only punishing me? Well he wasn't, he was going to torture himself also.

Falling on to the pillows, I pulled on my nipples slowly, trying to forget all about him. However, he was the only thing I could think about. Closing my eyes, I imagined him biting them, licking and sucking with that tongue of his. The way he felt as he kissed the top of my neck all the way down to my feet. The way it felt when he was inside me.

"Ooooh." I moaned, not realizing I was rubbing my clit until then. Grabbing my toy, I turned it on and held it to my pussy like I always did, rubbing my entrance trying to ignore how wet I was and how much I wanted him. Just thinking about him biting my ass and pulling my hair left me aching.

Fuck why was I doing this, I should just jump him!

I knew he was watching me, I could feel his eyes on my body but I wouldn't dare to meet his gaze. How I must look, panting and moaning in his bed, craving his cock and being left to pleasure myself. This wasn't right, my body was just so frustrated. Sitting up, I slid the toy into me, hoping, praying it would be enough. With twist and pull, it vibrated, which only made me crave him even more.

"Please," I whimpered, trying to flip my hair away from my face.

"Please, what?" For the first time since this began, I looked at him, only he no longer had his shirt on, his pants were pulled down just enough to allow his cock to rise without obstruction. It twitched eagerly, the vein along his cock pulsed and begged for release from the pressure.

However, despite that, he looked as calm as ever, his eyes gliding over my skin.

"Please, fuck me." I begged.

He smirked and walked over slowly, his hand brushed back the hair from my face, running his finger across my lip.

Kiss me please.

He brought his lips to my ear and whispered; "No."

"Ugh!" God, I wanted to cry. He was making it worse by touching me, by gliding his hand across my damp skin and nothing more.

He was toying with me and it pissed me off.

"I bet Rehan wouldn't let me beg." I wish I could take it back the moment I said it, but it was too late.

He grabbed my hair, hard, and I could see the rage in his eyes, yet I couldn't help but moan.

"Never, say another mans name in my bed, do you hear me?"

"Then be the only man in the room Mr. Mittal." I smiled, which only served to piss him off even more.

Grabbing the vibrator, he pushed it into me, forcing a moan from my lips and causing my body to clutch on to his.

"Do not play this game Pooja. You belong to me. Mine to fuck. Mine to spoil, mine in every fucking way." He pulled it out for a second before thrusting it back into me and again, I moaned out and clutched onto his skin. He was slamming it in me as I quaked from his ministrations.

"Do you want Rehan now? Was I wrong in thinking you weren't just a common gold-digging whore? All it took were a few easy words and you want his small cock now..." Thrust.

"N..no God no." I panted, trying to breath steadly.

"Why did you say it?" Thrust.

I didn't answer.

"Why did you say it?" This time, he gave me no opportunity to answer, he continually thrust the toy into me, making my legs quiver and my head hurt from the scream I was trying to hold in.

"Fuck, Kabir, I don't know. I want you. I need you, just stop this torture. I'm sorry..."

Pulling it out of me, he threw it across the room; "Rule number one; when you are in need of a cock, you find me and only me, no toy, no other man. Do you understand?"

Trying to catch my breath, I nodded.

"Say it..."

"You and only y..." He didn't wait for me to finish before his tongue was in my mouth. Lifting me on to him, my legs wrapped around him, aching for the satisfaction I knew was not far away.

Pushing me on to the bed, he spread my legs before pulling off his pants completely, finally releasing his cock. I don't know what came over me, but I just needed him. Jumping on him he fell on his bed as I kissed his face, rubbing myself all over him. I had what felt like a compelling urge to mount him and absorb everything he was willing to give me. This feeling went beyond lust, I couldn't control it, I felt primitive, a need to show the world he was mine. I needed to claim him and this was the only way I knew how.

"Fuck Pooja." He hissed, flipping me over and pinning my hands over my head, he kissed the top of my breast before nibbling on my sensitive nipple.

"I'm only waiting for you Mr. Mittal." I smiled, trying to wiggle out of his hands and get back to claiming him, but he held tighter. Damn him.

"What is it about you? How do you control me?" I wanted to tell him it was the other way around but before I could, he thrust forward, grabbing my ass as I arched up into him.

"I'm never going to be able to use a vibrator again." I hadn't mean to say that out loud, but ugh....

"Fuck Pooja." He hissed and with each thrust, I rocked towards with him, running my nails over his back, hard.

"Ahh, harder!" I screamed, he felt good. Releasing his hold over my hands, he grabbed my waist before ramming himself deeper and harder into me. It felt like the entire house was shaking, maybe it was just me.

"KABIR!" I moaned as my toes curled, but he didn't stop. Thrusting kept forward until he stilled.

"Pooja." His eyes rolled back and I just hugged him to me.

We stayed like that for a moment and before I could even catch my breath, I was on my stomach and he was took full control of ass.

How the fuck? Is he even human?

The moment I got on my knees...

Slap.

"Shit," I hissed trying to get a hold of myself. "Again."

He snickered behind me, slapping my ass once more and sending a shiver up my spine.

Slap.

"Ahhh..."

Slap.

"Kabir..."

Slap, and I collapsed on to the bed, forcing him to fall with me, no space between our bodies as I tried to recover from my multiple orgasms. He held me closely, raining little kisses down my spine.

"This is my Pooja Sharma." He whispered before kissing my shoulder; "the sensual vixen who aches for me and only me."

I couldn't even breathe let alone form a coherent sentence.

"Only for a year." I reminded him after a few minutes. He laid beside me not saying anything for a moment before reaching up and taking my hair into his hands.

"Only a year." He replied softly, "A year in which you will need clothes."

Shit, I had forgotten about that.

"I..."

"Don't you even. In the morning you and I will go shopping."

Ugh! No.

"You are the only female I have ever met who reacts negatively to shopping." He laughed...I liked the way it sounded, it was deep, yet carefree and natural.

"I just feel awkward, it's like everyone knows I'm out of place. They can sense it. I don't walk around with a stick up my ass like they do."

"So, just be a bitch." He said it like it was just that easy.

"Then I wont be able to laugh at my experience later and I have 5 questions for you Mr. Mittal." Sitting up, I ignored the fact that his eyes went straight to my breasts...he was such a child.

Rolling onto his back and tucking his arm under his head, he responded; "I really should have thought twice about giving you this power on top of all the others you possess ."

"Question one: What are the beta chips for?" I asked, ignoring his previous statement.

His eyebrow raised at me; "No more personal questions?"

Straddling his waist, I crossed my arms over his chest and laid on top of him; "I'm doing the questioning here Mr. Mittal."

"The chips are for a new product I'm working on and that's all you're getting." He smirked, putting his arms around me.

"Fine. Personal questions; How many woman have been in this room."

"O..."

"Wait, No. How many women have you had sex with in this room?"

"You're the only one."

"Why?"

"I don't know." He frowned and I didn't want to end our time on a negative note, but I had to ask.

"This morning, you didn't want to swim..."

He sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"If you don't want..."

"A deal is a deal. And I keep all them. When I was child, I nearly drowned, I don't want to go into that right now."

Laying on his chest, I just nodded; "Okay. Would you like me to leave? The smell must be out of my room by now."

"You still have a few questions. They don't roll over." He whispered.

"I have a year to ask Kabir. I can handle missing a few." I smiled, getting off him and reaching for my robe.

He didn't stop me and I didn't want him to. It was his space. However, the moment I stepped out of the room, there she was, Tanya, wide eyed as though I had surprisingly slapped her across the face.

"You bitch." She hissed before turning away and walking into another room.

It hit me, she had never been in his room and that made me feel... special, and I liked it.