The water ran cold, but none of them noticed. Steam still clung to the glass enclosure, the air thick with the smell of sex and expensive shampoo. Bhagyashree’s back was pressed against the chilled tile, her body humming from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Rishabh leaned over her, his breath coming in heavy gusts against her neck, his softening cock still nestled inside her.

Naysa’s voice cut through the haze, sharp and absolute. “Get up. Both of you. We’re not done.”

Rishabh pulled out of Bhagyashree with a wet, slick sound that made her whimper. He turned, water sluicing down the hard planes of his chest. “Naysa, for fuck’s sake. We just came. Give it a rest.”

“Oh, I’ll give you rest when I’m fucking finished,” she said, her eyes flashing. She wasn’t asking. She reached for a black leather case on the vanity, unzipping it with a deliberate pull. Inside, nestled in black velvet, was a large, gleaming black silicone toy, thick and veined. “Bhagyashree. On your knees. Now.”

Bhagyashree’s eyes went wide, flicking from the toy to Naysa’s determined face. A fresh thrill, laced with fear and a dark, pooling need, shot through her. She slowly sank to her knees on the shower floor, the water plastering her hair to her shoulders.

“Good girl,” Naysa purred. She held the toy out to Rishabh. “Lube it up. Get it nice and wet for her.”

Rishabh took it, his jaw tight, but a flicker of dark excitement ignited in his eyes. He stroked his own cock twice, getting it half-hard again, then ran the head over his length, smearing pre-cum and water over the silicone until it shone. He handed it back to Naysa.

Naysa stepped into the shower, the water instantly soaking her blouse, making it transparent against her ample breasts. She didn’t care. She looked at Rishabh. “Stand in front of her. I want her mouth on you.”

Rishabh moved, his thick cock now at Bhagyashree’s eye level. It was hardening again, fueled by the spectacle of Naysa’s control. Bhagyashree looked up at him, her lips parted.

“Go on, Bhagya,” Naysa commanded from behind her. “Suck his fucking cock. Show him how much you love the taste of him.”

Bhagyashree leaned forward, her tongue snaking out to lick a broad stripe from his balls to the tip. She took the head into her mouth, sucking gently, her eyes closed. The taste of him, mixed with her own essence and the clean water, was intoxicating.

“That’s it,” Rishabh groaned, his hand tangling in her wet hair. “Take it deeper.”

Naysa knelt behind Bhagyashree, spreading her ass cheeks. Bhagyashree gasped around Rishabh’s cock as she felt the cold, wet tip of the toy press against her asshole.

“You’re going to suck his cock while I fuck this perfect little ass of yours,” Naysa whispered, her voice hot in Bhagyashree’s ear. “You’re going to take every inch of this toy, you understand me? You’re going to be so full you won’t know which way is up.”

Before Bhagyashree could even nod, Naysa pushed. The thick, unyielding silicone tip pressed against her tight ring of muscle. Bhagyashree cried out, the sound muffled by Rishabh’s cock filling her mouth.

“Relax for me, you tight little slut,” Naysa growled, applying more pressure. “You wanted this. You love being our fuckhole.”

The pain was sharp and blinding for a second, a white-hot stretch that made her see stars. Then the head popped past the resistance, and a guttural moan was torn from Bhagyashree’s throat. She deep-throated Rishabh on instinct, needing to muffle the overwhelming sensation.

“Fuck yes,” Naysa hissed, pushing another inch inside. “Look at that. She’s taking it like a champion. Look at her, Rishabh. Look at your whore.”

Rishabh looked down, his expression one of raw, hungry lust. Bhagyashree’s cheeks were hollowed out around his shaft, tears mixing with the shower water on her face. Behind her, Naysa was working the toy deeper, her own breathing becoming ragged with the effort.

“Her ass is so fucking tight around this thing,” Naysa moaned, finally burying the entire length of the toy inside Bhagyashree. She held it there, letting Bhagyashree adjust to the brutal fullness. “Now suck him, Bhagya. Make him come in your mouth while I fuck your ass.”

Naysa began to move, pulling the toy almost all the way out before slamming it back in. Each thrust jolted Bhagyashree forward, forcing Rishabh’s cock deeper into her throat. She gagged, saliva dripping down her chin, but she didn’t pull away. The dual sensations were overwhelming; the hard, familiar heat of Rishabh in her mouth and the relentless, stretching invasion in her ass. It was degrading. It was everything she craved.

“That’s my girl,” Naysa panted, her hips pistoning. “You love this, don’t you? You love having your holes used. You’re nothing but a set of holes for us to fuck.”

“God, her mouth,” Rishabh grunted, his fingers tightening in her hair, starting to fuck her face in rhythm with Naysa’s thrusts. “She’s sucking me so good. Fuck, Bhagya.”

Bhagyashree was lost in a whirlpool of sensation. The slap of Naysa’s hand against her ass, the grunts from Rishabh, the obscene wet sounds of the toy plunging in and out of her, the water beating down on them—it all blurred into a symphony of filth. She could feel another orgasm building, a painful, tense coil low in her belly, triggered by the relentless pressure inside her.

“I’m gonna come,” Rishabh warned, his voice strained.

“In her mouth,” Naysa ordered, her own movements becoming frantic. “Fill her fucking mouth. I want to watch her swallow it.”

Rishabh’s hips stuttered. He held Bhagyashree’s head still and thrust deep one final time, his cock pulsing as he released a hot, bitter flood down her throat. Bhagyashree swallowed convulsively, her own body trembling on the edge.

As Rishabh pulled out, gasping, Naysa gave one last, brutal thrust with the toy and twisted it. The sensation was too much. Bhagyashree’s orgasm slammed into her without warning, a silent, screaming convulsion that locked her muscles and made her back arch violently. She collapsed forward, catching herself on her hands, the toy still buried deep inside her, as waves of pleasure so intense they bordered on pain wracked her body.

Naysa pulled the toy out with a slick, pop and leaned over Bhagyashree’s shuddering form, a look of pure victory on her face. She looked at Rishabh, his cock still dripping.

“See what I can make her do?” Naysa said, her voice dripping with possessive pride. She knelt beside Bhagyashree’s trembling form, running a hand down the curve of her spine, feeling the muscles still twitching from the force of her orgasm. “Look at her,” she continued, her tone low and commanding. “She’s wrecked, fucking ruined, and she loves it. Isn’t that right, Bhagya? You love being our little slut, don’t you?”

Bhagyashree could barely muster the strength to nod, her face pressed against the cool tile floor. Her body felt like it had been wrung out, every nerve firing in the aftermath of the brutal pleasure she’d just endured. But even in her exhaustion, there was a twisted satisfaction, a dark thrill that came from knowing she’d been used so completely.

Naysa turned to Rishabh, her eyes glinting with challenge. “This is what happens when you’re mine,” she said, her voice like silk wrapped around steel. “This is what I can do to her—what I can do to you. You think you can just fuck her and forget about me? Think again. I own both of you.”

Rishabh stared at her, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. There was a mix of admiration and frustration in his gaze, the kind that only Naysa could evoke. “You’re fucking relentless,” he muttered, but there was no real anger in his voice. If anything, there was a grudging respect, a recognition that Naysa’s dominance wasn’t something he could easily escape.

Naysa smirked, standing up and stepping back into the shower stream. The water plastered her blouse to her skin, outlining every curve. She looked down at Bhagyashree, who was still trying to recover, and reached out a hand. “Get up,” she ordered, though her voice was softer now, almost tender. “You did well. But we’re not done yet.”

Bhagyashree hesitated for a moment, then took Naysa’s hand, letting herself be pulled to her feet. Her legs were shaky, but Naysa steadied her, pulling her close. “You’re mine,” Naysa whispered against her ear, the words sending a shiver down Bhagyashree’s spine. “Both of you are mine. And tonight, I’m going to remind you what that means.”

Rishabh watched them, his cock twitching as the fire in his belly reignited. He knew Naysa wasn’t done yet—she never was. And as much as he hated to admit it, he loved it. He loved the way she pushed them both to their limits, the way she made them lose themselves in her.

Naysa glanced over her shoulder at him, a wicked smile playing on her lips. Her blouse clung to her wet skin, the fabric transparent enough to reveal the hardened peaks of her nipples. Her hips swayed slightly as she stepped closer to Rishabh, her eyes locking onto his with a predatory gleam. “Ready for round two?” she purred, her voice low and dripping with promise. She didn’t wait for an answer—she never did—and instead reached out to grab his still half-hard cock, her fingers wrapping around him with a firm, possessive grip.

“You think you can just stand there while I work her over?” Naysa teased, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head of his cock, coaxing it back to life. “Oh no, Rishabh. I’m not letting you off that easy. You’re going to fuck me this time. Hard. And I want her to watch.” Her gaze flicked to Bhagyashree, who was leaning against the shower wall, her body still trembling from the intensity of what had just happened. “Get on your knees, Bhagya,” Naysa commanded. “I want you to see every inch of him when he’s inside me.”

Bhagyashree hesitated for a moment, her legs still weak, but the authority in Naysa’s voice made her obey. She sank to her knees on the wet floor, her eyes fixed on Rishabh’s cock as Naysa stroked him to full hardness. The air was thick with steam and the scent of their arousal, the sound of water hitting the tiles muffling their heavy breaths. Naysa turned her back to Rishabh, bending forward slightly to press her ass against his length. “Take me,” she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Fuck me like you mean it, Rishabh. Show her who you really belong to.”

Rishabh didn’t need to be told twice. He gripped Naysa’s hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he guided himself to her entrance. He pushed into her with one sharp thrust, drawing a moan from both of them. Naysa arched her back, her hands bracing against the shower wall as he started to move, each stroke deep and deliberate. Bhagyashree watched, transfixed, as Rishabh’s cock disappeared into Naysa’s slick heat, her own body responding to the sight with a fresh wave of desire.

“That’s it,” Naysa gasped, her voice breaking as Rishabh picked up the pace. “Faster. Don’t hold back.” She glanced down at Bhagyashree, a triumphant smirk on her face. “See how he fucks me? This is what happens when you’re not around. This is what he craves.” Her words were meant to sting, but there was something almost playful in her tone, a reminder that none of this was simple—it was messy, complicated, and undeniably electric.

Rishabh’s thrusts grew more frantic, his grunts echoing in the small space as he lost himself in Naysa’s tight warmth. Bhagyashree couldn’t look away, her own hand drifting between her legs as she watched them. Naysa noticed and let out a low laugh. “Touch yourself,” she instructed, her voice shaking with each thrust. “Show him what you do when you’re thinking about him. Let him see how much you want him, even when he’s fucking someone else.”

The command was too much to resist. Bhagyashree’s fingers found her clit, circling it slowly as she kept her eyes locked on Rishabh and Naysa. Her breath hitched as she felt her arousal build again, her body still hyper-sensitive from before. The sight of them together—the way Naysa controlled every aspect of their dynamic—only fueled her need. Naysa groaned as Rishabh’s pace became erratic, his release imminent. “Come for me,” she demanded, her voice rough with pleasure. “Let her see how much you love this.”

Rishabh obeyed with a guttural cry, his hips slamming into Naysa one last time as he spilled himself inside her. Naysa bit her lip, her own orgasm crashing over her as she clenched around him, milking every drop. Bhagyashree came moments later, her fingers working furiously as she watched them finish, the ache in her belly finally finding release.

When it was over, Naysa straightened up, her chest heaving as she turned to face Rishabh. She reached up to cup his cheek, her expression softening for just a moment before the mask of dominance slid back into place. “Round three?” she murmured, her lips curling into a sly smile. “Or are you done already?”

Rishabh’s eyes narrowed, a mix of exhaustion and defiance flickering in his gaze. He was spent, his body thrumming with the echoes of pleasure, but he knew better than to show weakness in front of Naysa. “You think you can break me that easily?” he shot back, his voice rough but laced with a challenge. He stepped closer, his hand brushing against her hip, the contact electric even in their post-orgasmic haze. “I’m not done until you are.”

Naysa laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Bhagyashree’s spine where she still knelt on the shower floor. “Oh, I’m far from done,” she said, her voice dripping with promise. She turned slightly, her eyes locking onto Bhagyashree’s. “Get up, Bhagya.” Her tone was soft but commanding, and Bhagyashree obeyed instantly, her knees trembling as she rose to her feet. Naysa reached out, pulling her close so that all three of them were pressed together in the narrow shower space, water cascading over their intertwined bodies.

“You both belong to me,” Naysa whispered, her breath hot against Bhagyashree’s ear as she ran her nails lightly down Rishabh’s chest. “Tonight, I’m going to remind you of that every single second.” She turned her head to look at Rishabh, her fingers trailing lower, teasing the sensitive skin just above his cock. “And you’re going to give us everything you’ve got.” Her voice dropped to a growl, the kind that made it impossible to refuse her.

Bhagyashree felt a fresh wave of arousal pool low in her belly as Naysa’s hand brushed against her hip, guiding her to turn and face Rishabh. “Kiss him,” Naysa ordered, her voice firm but laced with an almost tender authority. Bhagyashree hesitated for only a heartbeat before leaning in, her lips meeting Rishabh’s in a slow, deep kiss. Naysa’s grip tightened on her waist, her nails digging in just enough to make Bhagyashree gasp into the kiss.

“Good girl,” Naysa purred, her free hand sliding between Bhagyashree’s legs. “Let’s see how much more you can take.” Her fingers found Bhagyashree’s clit, circling it with a practiced precision that made her moan against Rishabh’s mouth. Oh god, Bhagyashree thought, her legs threatening to give out as the pleasure began to build again. Naysa leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Bhagyashree’s neck as she whispered, “You’re mine, both of you. And tonight, I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Rishabh groaned, his hands gripping Bhagyashree’s hips as he pulled her closer, his body responding to the raw intensity of Naysa’s control. The air was thick with steam and the scent of their shared desire, the sound of water hitting the tiles mingling with their breathless moans. Naysa smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips that promised this was only the beginning. “Round three,” she declared, her voice a sultry command. “Let’s see who breaks first.”