They boarded their plane to Toronto.
Words of Sanjay were echoing inside her head.
She had to deal with not only Armaan, but maybe Sanjay as well.
"What if he conviceArmaan to do it to me the way they talked that day…." Neha was terrified.
Armaan noticed Neha's face "Probably bothered by Sanjay" he thought.
"Sanjay is not going to do anything to you…" Armaan said, without any eye contact.
Neha glanced over at Armaan "How did he know…"
She didn't speak and she just stared right ahead of her. Ready for the challenges she was about to face.
Neha dozed off in the flight.
"Wake up sleeping beauty, its time" Armaan's voice woke her up from her deep slumber.
They reached around midnight in Toronto.
As they got out, they searched for their driver amongst the crowd.
"Sir" Armaan saw John waving at them.
"How are you, sir? It's been a long time since you have been here. Hope you had a great journey" John said, taking their luggage.
"Yes John, we are fine and we going to be here for longer time, this time" Armaan said walking behind john.
John arranged their luggage behind their luxurious Rolls Royce Phantom, that's when he noticed Neha.
He looked at Armaan confused.
Reading the confusion on his face "That's my wife, Neha"
John smiled at Neha and nodded.
"Wife? No I'm your slave. Why don't you tell them that?" she thought looking at Armaan.
"What? Get in" Armaan ordered Neha.
Neha got inside the car and few minutes later, Armaan followed.
Driver's area of the car and the backseat was divided by a glass window.
Armaan passed over Neha to press a button "priv" it read.
Suddenly, the glass turned into a tinted foggy color.
Nobody in the driver's seat would see what's happening in the rear seat.
"Why the hell would he do that?" Neha looked at Armaan.
Armaan looked at Neha and smiled, the same old devilish smile.
"This is your new life Neha…" he shifted a bit, to face he "Let's begin it with something special…"
"Armaan, please. We just got out of a 15 hours' flight. I can't, Please!" Neha begged
Armaan came closer, he put his finger on her lips, quietening her "I speak you do, understand?" His voice stern.
"Armaan plea- "Before Neha could complete her request, a tight slap fell on her cheeks.
Her face, turned to the other side, hitting the seat.
She couldn't digest what just happened. Hot tears filled her eyes due to pain.
Armaan held her by her hair and held her face near to his "I said, I speak and you do" His face filled with aggression.
"Sit on my lap" He commanded.
Neha was shocked, she still had her palm pressed against her cheeks. She didn't move and cried. Hoping John would hear all of this and rescue her.
Armaan raised his hand again.
Before he could hurt her again, Neha came over to him and sat on top of her.
Armaan was not scared of getting caught, because the windows were noise blocking and no one could see what's happening inside.
"Now rub you hips, around my dick" He said.
"What…I- "Armaan covered her mouth with his hands.
"I didn't ask you to speak. Do what I said" Armaan said.
Neha slowly moved her hips on top of his jeans.
Armaan's hand slowly slid on Neha's bare waist.
He removed her blazer, revealing her blue top, which hugged her body, revealing her mesmerizing figure.
It drove Armaan wild.
He slowly removed her top as she rubbed on him hard.
Now he could see her, her black bra.
He unhooked it and held her breast and pressed it.
Neha stiffened, feeling the pleasure it gave.
Armaan kissed her back moving to her shoulders.
He bit her shoulder, too hard to leave red and blue marks behind.
Neha could feel him getting harder.
She could feel his erect penis on her butt.
Surprisingly, she started to rub more aggressively on him.
Armaan was surprised by the move.
He pulled down by her hair again, bringing her ears closer to his mouth.
"You like it, don't you?" He whispered into her ears and slowly bit it.
She didn't speak, she was taken over by anger, pain and pleasure, all at once.
Neha still on top of him, Armaan asked her to unbutton her jeans.
She unbuttoned them and Armaan pulled them down, revealing her plump ass.
He squeezed them and pulled her black panties down as she continued to rub him.
Armaan held her butt at stopped her from rubbing.
Slowly he positioned his finger at asked her to sit.
She slowly sat on his finger, as it thrusted inside her vagina.
Neha gasped for air.
She moved up and down on his finger.
Her pace got faster.
He placed his palm on her back and bent her.
He inserted two of his fingers in her vagina and moved it, inside and out. Rough and faster.
Her moans filled the back seat of the car.
Liquid oozed out of her vagina, but Armaan didn't stop, he continued till he wanted.
He pulled her but near to his face and licked it clean.
Naked, Neha sat on her seat, tired, unable to even pick up her clothes.
"It's not over yet" Armaan grinned.
"Sit down" He demanded, pointing in the space between his legs.
He quickly unbuttoned his pants and underwear revealing his hard penis.
"Take it in your mouth, and eat it. If you don't do it right…I'm going to walk you out like this, in public. You know me, right" Armaan said.
Neha had no choice.
She grabbed his hard dick by her hands and licked the tip.
Armaan closed his eyes and let his head fall backwards, feeling het hot tongue.
She took it inside her mouth
He held her by the hair and begin pulling it, making her do it faster.
After he was done.
He handed her, her clothes and she wore it in silence.
Neha was too tired to even move, but she did.
She accepted the fact and decided to live with it.
She didn't expect him to do it here, in the car, in the presence of the driver. That left her disturbed.
She knew there was no use of crying, but she couldn't help the tears which fell off her eyes.
She stared at a drop of tear which fell on her palm.
"Why am I crying? This is not new to me now" She though and wiped her tears away.