The soft hum of Sunday afternoon sunlight spilled into Abir's room, casting a warm glow across the neatly arranged space where he sat on the edge of his bed. Joita, Meera, and Monika surrounded him, their presence filling the room with an electric tension. Joita lounged against the headboard, her red top clinging to her curvaceous frame, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. Meera sat gracefully beside her, her pink saree accentuating her elegant curves, a serene yet intense expression on her face. Monika, perched near the foot of the bed, her white shirt and black shorts highlighting her athletic build, exuded a commanding aura. The faint scent of the earlier meal—garlic and herbs—lingered in the air, mingling with the subtle fragrance of their perfumes, creating an intoxicating atmosphere.
Abir shifted slightly, his heart racing as he sensed the shift in their demeanor. Joita leaned forward, her voice low and sultry. "Abir, we've been thinking a lot about you," she began, her evil smile flashing. "The way you've taken us—me, Meera, Monika—it's ignited something deep inside us. We can't deny how badly we crave you, how your touch sets us on fire."
Meera nodded, her gaze softening as she met his eyes. "It's true, Abir. Every moment with you has been… unforgettable. The passion, the intensity—it's something I've never experienced before. I want you, not just for a fleeting encounter, but as part of something more."
Monika crossed her arms, her tone firm yet laced with desire. "I've watched you dominate, Abir, and it's awakened a hunger I can't ignore. Your strength, your stamina—it's addictive. I need you in my life, in a way that's more than just physical."
Abir swallowed hard, the weight of their words sinking in, his pulse quickening. Joita continued, her voice taking on a conspiratorial edge. "We've talked among ourselves, you know. Meera, Monika, and I—we're comfortable with sharing you. It's not jealousy that drives us, but a mutual understanding. We see how you connect with each of us differently, and we're okay with that."
Meera smiled gently, her fingers brushing the edge of the blanket. "It's about trust, Abir. I trust Joita and Monika, and I trust you. We've agreed that this can work if we set some boundaries—boundaries that honor what we all bring to this."
Monika leaned in, her eyes narrowing with determination. "Exactly. We've decided on a priority list to keep things clear. Joita's first—she's been with you the longest, knows you best. Meera's second, her grace balancing us all. I'm third, because my strength complements your power. . This order isn't about rivalry; it's about respect for what we've built with you."
Joita nodded, her smile widening. "And here's the deal, Abir. You can fuck anyone you want—Riya, Nisha, Kavya, whoever catches your eye. We're not here to cage you. But at the end of the day, your heart, your loyalty—it belongs to the three of us. No one else gets that part of you. Agreed?"
Abir felt a rush of pleasure mixed with awe, his mind racing to process their proposal. The idea of belonging to them, yet retaining his freedom, was intoxicating. "I agree," he said, his voice thick with excitement. "This… this feels right. I'm honored to be yours, and I'll honor you in return. And I'll always cherish you all." He paused, a thoughtful glint in his eyes, then added with earnest conviction, "You told me I can fuck anyone. But I promise you this—without any of your permission, I won't touch anyone other than you three. You have my word."
The room fell into a comfortable silence for a moment, the weight of their pact settling over them. Joita broke it with a sly grin, her evil smile returning. "Well, now that we've sorted that out, let's celebrate our new relationship properly. How about a foursome, ladies? What do you say?" She glanced at Meera and Monika, her eyes dancing with anticipation.
Meera's lips curved into a warm, approving smile. "I think that's a wonderful idea, Joita. A celebration of our bond sounds perfect," she said, her voice soft but laced with eagerness.
Monika chuckled, her tone bold and inviting. "Count me in. Let's make it a memory none of us will forget," she added, her athletic frame shifting closer to the group.
Abir raised an eyebrow, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "Not that I'm complaining, but why did you only ask them, Joita? Don't I get a say in this?" he asked, his tone teasing yet curious.
Joita slid closer, her body pressing against his arm, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered with commanding allure, "Because you don't get to oppose us, mister. When any of us demands you fuck us, you obey—no questions, no opinions. Understand?" Her evil smile deepened as she pulled back, her gaze locking with his in a test of submission.
Abir chuckled, the thrill of her dominance sending a shiver down his spine. "Understood, ma'am," he replied, his smile mirroring hers, a mix of submission and anticipation lighting his eyes.