ARE YOU MINE?

CHAPTER 7. ON THE BED WITH A HANDSOME DEVIL

DISCLAIMER:- This chapter contains adult-rated and explicit content. Do not read if you're a minor.

Aradhya packed up her bags and firmed the belt of her skirt over her waist. She tucked the estranged strand of her hair behind her ear, and then pouted while admiring her image in the mirror. Accordingly, she grabbed her glasses and reclined on the armchair while waiting for the cab to arrive. 

It was almost time to leave. As she was about to lie down, her phone rang. She picked it up and responded, 'No, I am still in my home… I am waiting for the cab."

"Tell me when you'll reach, then I will come to the airport to pick you up," Mandy affirmed. 

"Okay," Aradhya assured and went out after taking notice of the sound of the tires screeching. She got in the cab and hurried towards the airport as only half an hour was left before the take off. 

As she rushed inside the airport, she stumbled upon a suitcase while running, and fell in the arms of a young man. 

She glared in his icy blue eyes while the aloof man had no expression upon his face. Aradhya, for a brief moment, was lost while observing the ravishing face of the beautiful human in front of her. She moved her gaze away due to the awkwardness and while trying to get up, she ended up knocking her glasses off her face. 

She glared at his immensely god-like face. Chiselled jaw with blue eyes, heavily bearded with a height of 6'3. If not God, he looked like an angel descended from heaven, such were his features. The dreamy bubble through which she looked at him, soon burst when the man, while helping her in standing up straight, chastised her.

 "Watch where you're going!"

She was astonished to observe the anger he had in his eyes. She didn't clearly understand what it was that she did to make him that mad. Aradhya straightened up and apologized while bowing and looking for her glasses. She moved her hand continuously on the floor and hoped to look for the glasses, but she just couldn't find them yet. 

He smacked his forehead with his left hand in disappointment and ordered one of his workers to pick up the woman's glass. The guy did as was told and handed it over to the man. While handing the glasses back to her, he exclaimed, "Just don't be an annoying wuss! Do remember to be a little attentive and considerate for the people around you by not tripping over them relentlessly."

The handsome guy grinned while humiliating her mannerisms in front of the whole crowded room, and then left with a satisfied chuckle to see her being embarrassed for the mere fault of 'collapsing' with him. 

"Rude jerk!" Aradhya mumbled while moving forward.

She shook her head and forced a smile. 'I won't follow through the old pattern where I used to get bothered easily by such stuff. This is going to be 'new me'. I can't let anything as minor as this thing influence my mood or life.'

After boarding the flight, she moved towards her seat. As soon as she settled upon it, she closed her eyes to rest her worried mind and forget what had formerly happened with her. 

After a long flight of nine hours and thirty-three minutes, she finally reached her sweet destination, Sicily. 

Sicily is the largest island in the Mediterranean Sea and one of the 20 regions of Italy. It is one of the five Italian autonomous regions and is officially referred to as 'Regione Siciliana'. Sicily is located in the central Mediterranean Sea, south of the Italian Peninsula, from which it is separated by the narrow Strait of Messina. 

The moment Aradhya stepped out of the Airport, the beautiful weather and the architecture of the exotic city inoculated her with admiration for the place. 

Several cab drivers approached Aradhya while she was waiting for her friend, Mandy Tewers to show up. After roughly the wait of two minutes utmost, Mandy showed up in her car. She called out Aradhya through the phone and offered her to drive through the rest of the way. 

"Are you sure?" Aradhya asked.

To which, Mandy gave a serious nod. 

Aradhya smiled heartily while driving through the delightful streets of the ravishing place. 

"I am so grateful that you made me visit this place. What a beautiful city!" Aradhya claimed while smiling jovially.

Mandy smirked and revealed her plans further for the night. 

"You arrived on a weekend, right?" Mandy enquired 

Aradhya looked at her with baffled eyes and responded, "Yes, so it seems."

"Here, in Sicily, we have work on the weekdays and fun on the weekends, " Mandy revealed. 

Aradhya grinned and declared, "That seems like the 'most productive' way for spending a weekend."

"Oyi! Oyi! … The lightened up enthusiasm won't do. You're not a university student anymore. You're an adult. You are liable to have fun too, you know. I won't let you waste your youth away leisurely like this anymore, " Mandy chided Aradhya. 

Aradhya giggled as she finally reached the destination. Mandy stroked Aradhya's back and said, "This will be your new home from now on." Aradhya smiled to observe the stunning structure. After handing over the car’s keys to Mandy, she rushed inside to check out the new apartment. 

"Oh my God, this place is living proof of the idiom that 'heaven is a place on earth'. I can't even express how beautiful this entire building is, " Aradhya declared openly.

Mandy, first went to park the car in the parking lot and then led Aradhya to the apartment. 

As they reached their floor, Aradhya removed her glasses, took off her shoes and swirled around the room singing and giggling. Mandy approached her while glimmering and asked, "Is this 'the Aradhya' who was always regarded as the most mature one in our group?"

Aradhya simply responded, "Come on, Mandy. It has been three years. What do you expect? … I can't help but be happy. This is such a perfect place to work, to live and to…"

"To fall … in love!" Mandy completed Aradhya's sentence. 

Aradhya's smile suddenly fainted as she sat on the recliner and looked down towards her feet. Mandy sat beside her and asked for an apology, "I am sorry if I hurt you. It wasn't my intention, sweet Aradhya."

"No, it's not you. It is just that I feel that 'love' isn't for me. I constantly try to break through my problematic beliefs that I am no good, but people end up proving just that to my face. I have never had much luck with love, and I don't feel like I would too, " Aradhya admitted further. 

"I knew that you must have been really hurt after what had happened. That's why I called you out here. This is a new place, more like a new beginning for everything. Don't give up yet until you've completely checked out this city. You will find some of the hottest dudes here."

"No, I don’t believe that love is something that you look for, That’s why I have been hurt in the past as I was searching got it.. This time, I will focus entirely on work, and there shall be no romance as it only gets me in trouble, " Aradhya confessed. 

"Okay, whatever, but you're going with me out tonight to the biggest club in the city to celebrate, " Mandy declared while Aradhya tried to showcase her disapproval but was shunned by Mandy who continued, "I don't want any of your excuses anymore. At first, we will get you a makeover, and then we shall head to the club, where you will loosen up a little for the evening… You will have to come."

Aradhya hung her head down and asked, "Do I have a choice?" Mandy was finally contented with her response.

At first, Aradhya took a long relaxing, hot bath. She ate and slept during the afternoon and finally woke up in the evning to got ready for the partying. She wore her regular twill trousers, the satin shirt and sneakers. Mandy entered the room in her bright white long-sleeved ruched, cut out deep backless dress. 

She came closer to Aradhya, gave her a stern gaze and asked while grabbing her shirt, "What is this? How could you even wear something like this? We are going clubbing, not working."

"I'm sorry, but I don't really go out much. Hence, I don't really know how to put together an outfit for that, " Aradhya said with a shy smile. 

Mandy dragged Aradhya towards her car and said, "Get inside!"

"O… Okay, but where are we going?" Aradhya asked with an awkward simper. 

Mandy smiled and confessed, "We are going shopping and for a makeover."

Aradhya batted her eyelids in astonishment and tried to oppose, but Mandy wasn't the one to change her mind about the decision she once makes. She was extremely stubborn. Aradhya relented and got in the car with her. At first, she took Aradhya to a salon, and then to a designer clothing label. 

Aradhya was made to wear a fitting red bodycon dress with a slit near her thigh. While she was provided contacts, she had her hairs snipped off to the length of her shoulders. 

Mandy took out her cell phone from her bag and snapped several pictures of her. Thereupon, she exclaimed, "That's how you should look, my girl."

Aradhya tried to cover her face due to embarrassment and asserted, "That's enough, Mandy! … Shall we go now?"

Mandy nodded with excitement and got back in the car with Aradhya. Later, there were two other friends of Mandy, who accopanied them in their ride to the bar. 

"Hey, I am Sasha and the one sitting beside me is Clara. What's your name?" One of the girls asked.

Aradhya tried to fix her glasses but realised that she wasn't wearing one. She heaved a profound breath and replied, "I am Aradhya. Nice to meet you both."

Clara gleamed as she remarked, "Isn't she pretty, Sasha? … I like her beautiful black hair …  Aradhya, you're really gorgeous."

Aradhya smiled while fixating her gaze out of the window and said, "Thank you. You guys are really sweet."

When they realised they have recahed the spot, they seemed pretty giddy about the whole thing. The ladies went inside the club, and Aradhya managed to hide behind the three of them as she was extremely anxious and skittish of interacting with the people. 

The music was loud and the smell of alcohol dominated the whole place. She moved slowly towards the counter and peeped aimlessly. "What shall I get for you, ma'am?" The bartender asked. 

Aradhya sighed and said, "I don't know… maybe lemonade."

Since all the girls had left her to enjoy themselves on the dance floor, Aradhya was alone and vulnerable at that very moment. 

Soon enough, a charming man approached Aradhya from behind and asked, "Hey, I am Sam… Are you all alone, lady?"

"Alone? No. No ...  I came here with my friends. They are on the dancefloor at the moment, " Aradhya confessed while writhing due to anxiety. 

"Waiter, give us a whiskey! … That will calm you down, lady, " Sam declared. 

Aradhya's hands were trembling in a pitiful manner. Therefore, she gobbled the side dish down her throat and then drank the whiskey. One shot after another, and she got so dizzy that she couldn't even walk straight. 

Sam, tried to talk with the same man who offered to buy her a drink, but ended up being ignored as she fell unconscious on the counter. After an hour, Aradhya regained her consciousness and left the club to move towards the hotel rooms. She couldn't make out where she was heading to, and ended up entering a hotel room which had its door left opened. 

She thought she was in her apartment. Therefore, she lied down on the bed and closed her eyes while staying half-conscious.

Marco Gambino, the ruthless billionaire of Sicily was in the shower of the same hotel room. He was staying in that expensive hotel for a business meeting. 

Ad he got out of the bath and moved towards the bed, he observed a beautiful woman lying on his bed, wearing a seductive dress and breathing heavily. Marco, himself was heavily drunk. Due to the success of their deal with a new company, he had been partying with his staff as well. 

While looking at the tight bodycon dress of the woman, he thought that his girlfriend, Helena had finally came to him to spend the night. The woman moaned and rolled over, flinging a hand out laden with jewels, though he could not tell how fine they either were or were not in the light of the moon and stars. 

Well, it seemed that he was about to get lucky after all...

He didn't have to know what had happened to her, how badly her night had gone, having one too many drinks and then some more too just for good measure. Her friends had thought she had gone home to sleep. That’s why, they had left her there, alone, while they continued enjoying their party, which was not entirely a bad thing, except for the fact that it was Marco's hotel room. He grinned and spoke tenderly, "You've always been avoiding me, my love. Tonight, I will make love to you, so that you won't leave me ever again, Helena!"

He believed that his girlfriend Hellena had come to him. They had planned to spend the weekend that hotel initially. That’s why, he was in the ipression that the woman sleeping in his bed was actually Hellena.

Frustration roiled and coiled like a pit of snakes and it would have taken a far stronger man than him to deny himself the need, already well enough believing that it was his right to take whatever he wanted in the first place.

"f**k it."

He was in motion before his mind had even caught up with what his body was doing. He hadn't had s*x since his girlfriend had ven working in Los Angeles for last two years and what else was he to do? Not that Marco was the sort of guy to justify things when he was already in the right, of course not, it was all just his inner dialogue as he smirked, towering over her, a comparatively small, frail form splayed out on top of the bed sheets that had no way at all to protect herself.

She stirred, rolling over, not quite awake but not quite asleep either. 

Marco smiled. 

"Damn, she wouldn't remember everything then. But I will most certainly remember every last sordid little detail, " Marco said as he dragged her dress off, some sequined number that looked too gaudy for such an event, but who was he to judge? Her tight stockings were better, something that could be slid down her shapely legs, adorned in a devious gleam of moonlight, the woman whose  he had loved for as long as he remembered.

"Oh..."

Not awake: good. He didn't want any disruptions as he yanked off her calf-length boots, though the leather of those was, admittedly, good-quality. Her socks within revealed petite, perfect, feet with the nails painted a pearly shade that reflected the softly appealing light, though he was not there to admire her while he ran his fingers over her feet, watching as they yanked away, toes drawn in.

"Agh!"

She jerked back away from him and Marco growled in the back of his throat. That wouldn't do. Her socks would make do as temporary bondage though, as he wasn't about to dig through the room to find something else suitable, stretching them to lash her ankles tightly together, her feet pressed up against one another in the perfect position. A hair band, fortunately, springing free of her pocket as if it had been trying to make itself known helped him out a little, lashing her big toes together so that they were neatly shown off, a smirk straining his lips as if he couldn't possibly keep it tucked away. He was enjoying himself too much for that.

The beginning of binding her up all pretty for him gave him an idea and he smirked cruelly under the cover of darkness, tearing off her underwear  though he had to ready her for him first, tying his pants around her wrists nice and tight. Those were stretched up over her head and lashed to a post of the bed, keeping her nice and splayed-out for him, her breasts pushed up for his attention.

He always knew the fetish Helena had for kinky s*x, and he was going to give her just that, but little did he know that the woman actually wasn't Helena.

Those shapely legs that he could not quite resist and growled as he pushed his face between them, losing himself in their softness as he licked and nipped and ran his tongue around her n*****s, drawing them up into hard peaks of desire. See, she wanted it, her body wanted it, her body betrayed what it really wanted even if she had not said anything to him. 

His lust surged, c**k throbbing to attention, yet that pleasure of his own was still yet to come as he sloppily took advantage of her position to suck on her t**s, saliva marking them as he even shoved his face between and motorboated them noisily.

She moaned and, giddy with glee, Marco laughed out loud. What was she going to do to stop him? Her body was an altar for his lust and he could take it all out on her in any way that he wished, her breasts trembling for his attention even then, showing him just how much she wanted it even if she didn't know it.

But she wriggled and squirmed, her eyes open, fighting him even then, and he frowned, distaste rising in the back of his throat.

"What a foxy lady.. To do that after she'd led me on!" He complained. He'd never stood for that before and this time Anna wasn't going to take it from him either as he balled up her panties and shoved them in her mouth, probably already soaked through with her arousal. They could have been spat out, of course, so he completed the job using her bra, lashing it around her head and tying it off with the straps.

Needless to say, he did not need to look in her eyes as he did the deed and finished the job with his shirt, putting it sequins-down across her eyes and blindfolding her. 

He doubted that she would have been able to get it off even if she hadn't had her arms bound, it was that tight, but that left him free to take advantage of her feet, nicely presented side by side for his attention.

Still, her body demanded his attention in that way that females did, his fingers trailing down her sides as she flinched and shuddered. 

Marco's eyebrows shot up. 

"Oh, so she was ticklish, was she? Well, there wasn't anything quite like tickling my woman to make her feel completely and utterly helpless, " Marco mumbled.

His fingers knew just where to go, poking into her navel as she grunted and shrieked, breaking out in a light sweat as her body was forced to twist, to shake and to respond.

The backs of her knees were a good target too, showing her that her ankles were bound too by pushing her calves up over his arm. 

As much as she flinched and twisted, wracked by the devious bodily response of laughter, there was nothing she could do, even finding a particularly sensitive spot on the back of her thighs, right where the treat of her p***y was hidden away.

He breathed shortly and heavily, and needed rising. Soon, very soon. Her body was more defined still in the moonlight as his eyes adjusted to the gloom but he was not willing to give up making her squeal into the gag of her panties. 

Her saliva surely had to be soaking them by that point and he groaned at the thought of making her so weak, not that she had been all that difficult to subdue in the first place. 

She was his woman and that made her very attractive to him, his fingers flirting with her navel and up under her arms as he took advantage of every last ticklish spot that he found.

Yet the clock ticked and the hour still, tenaciously so, grew late, his breath coming quicker and quicker even as he tickled her feet with his fingers. 

There was more to do, of course, but he pushed on, forcing her to jerk and twitch them, toes wiggling, grunting and squealing with increasing urgency into the gag. 

The squeals were muffled but still loud enough to excite him as her toes wriggled, playing at getting out of his touch, her heaving pants nowhere near enough to draw enough breath back into her lungs, he was sure. 

"Maybe she thought she was going to pee herself? If she did, it wouldn't stop me from taking my pleasure all the same, " Marco whispered.

Her toes bunched and scrunched up as he sniffed and licked them, even the mere wash of his breath over her soles making her flinch away.

Yet she couldn't go anywhere and he had made sure of that as he sucked on her two big toes at once again, lashing around them with his tongue for added effect. 

"It was funny how such a small thing could have such a twitching, tickling effect and he would have laughed if not to see how her feet flexed, striving to get away as giggles burst from her rampantly, lost to something she didn't even understand was happening to her, " Marco said with a chuckle 

He didn't take his time lingering on her feet without the main event coming to be, knowing that such time was limited, even if he had taken the precaution of locking the door. 

"There was no telling who would come looking for the woman as Anna was always busy and her assistant never really leave her alone," Marco thought. 

Though all Marco cared about was getting what he wanted from her, he still loved Anna deeply. 

He sniffed her feet, the light scent of her speaking of a good moisturising regime, that she had not been on her feet for too long at the party. 

As he nuzzled into her feet, running his tongue up both soles at once with her toes tied together as they were, all for his pleasure, she squirmed and tried to kick out, but he had her held too tightly. The muffled sounds coming from her mouth could have been laughter or arousal or something else entirely but it wasn't going to stop him from slurping up, running his tongue around her toes and suckling them into his mouth. His fingers danced over her feet, inciting a ticklish response, her gasping twists and thrashes pulling on her bondage, though he still had more to go.

He sucked on her big toes together, pressed together as they were, and she squealed, trying to kick -- but he had her held too fast. His heart raced with the soaring of his need, the lust for more powering through him, slicing through, tongue curling and flicking between her toes with devious need. He knew just how to make her squirm and delighted in it too, tormenting her feet in every way that he could think of, fingers digging into the soles with a bite of pain just to keep her in place.

Yet her feet were more sensitive than he'd realised and he nipped at her toes, taking the others into his mouth, tongue swirling around, sniffing and chewing on them as they fell slick with his saliva. She groaned into the gag, shuddering bodily, feet wiggling under his touch, trying to pull away -- always trying to escape! 

Yet he could enjoy her feet just as he wanted to, toes soft and full as he drew them into his mouth, fingers teasing, making them jerk and wobble, straining against the bonds even as pain kept them right where he wanted them to be. What she thought about it was none of his concern as he licked them and got her heel into his mouth, not fearing for being kicked even though she was very close to him. She would not dare, he was sure, for the punishment coming to her as he tickled her feet without mercy would surely be far worse than anything he may have dished out otherwise.

Grunting and groaning, she shuddered and thrashed, chest heaving, arms straining as the giggles flowed through her, at the whim of his touch, toes curling in. If he wasn't so aroused by all that she was doing, he would have continued, her flailing bare feet so very cute.

"Don't piss yourself," he hissed, tone rasping out. "I'll spank you for that, you naughty girl..."

His words, however, were not the most eloquent that they could have been as he moved up her body, seeking out her t**s again, biting and nipping at them as he had done her feet. 

He licked and suckled on them but the treat of her aching, sodden cunt begged his attention. He shoved her legs up to get to it, a pert fold of flesh tucked up between her legs, and dove his tongue into it with relish, moaning against her, letting her feel how much she turned him on. Weak from the tickling, all she could do was grunt and moan back at him, sounds of what he assumed to be pleasure rising thick and fast as he tongue-f****d her mercilessly.

Eating her out was all well and good to show how much control he had over her but Marco wanted more, his c**k aching for her. 

Yet the gag would have to come out for that and he reluctantly removed it, her gasping lips filled once again with his tongue, kissing her fiercely, shoving her tongue back within her mouth.

He thought she moaned into the kiss but Marco didn't care, freeing his erection, tugging his suit pants down enough to let it show. 

No more was needed in his case, although he doubted that he'd be sleeping there that night after everything that had already taken place, forcing her p***y-juice into her mouth as she was made to taste herself. Her mouth was sweet as if she'd been chugging fruity cocktails the whole night and he swirled his tongue around her entire mouth with open relish, groaning and grunting into the expanse of gaping lips that didn't know how to kiss him back properly in such a drunken state.

That was alright though as he had his c**k to do that, moving up over her head with his shaft at the ready. She groaned but, before she could cry out, the hard length of his c**k plugged her mouth all over again, ramming in hard and fast, intent on taking his pleasure from her even before she'd had the chance to get used to or at least acknowledge what was happening to her.

"take it..."

It rammed up into the back of her throat and her groans trembled around him, the lusty vibrations travelling down the length of his c**k. 

Marco shuddered, thrusting and bucking his hips, seeing only a way to get his rocks off in her.

Her body was his to borrow and love, though her mouth was sweeter than he could have expected, almost making him think twice about shagging her, though that was a prize that was his to take, regardless of anything else that had gone before.

Soon, the sleep took over them. Due to the ringing of her phone, she looked for her phone and answered while still keeping her eyes shut. 

"Yes, I am fine… I am at the apparent, " Aradhya exclaimed. 

"No, you're not! I am at the apartment and you are nowhere to be seen, " Mandy argued. 

"I… am not at the apartment… what do you mean?" Aradhya wondered. 

She disconnected the call and opened her heavy eyelids forcefully to observe the handsome man sleeping soundly beside her while she looked under the sheets to observe she was naked and the drop of blood which signified that she had undeniably lost her virginity with the handsome unknown man lying beside her.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

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