novelraw Chapter 205: All of the Above [18+]
Chapter 205: All of the Above [18+]
The landline rang.
Once. Twice.
Mia surfaced from a dream of Bharath’s weight pinning her wrists, disoriented. She fumbled for the receiver.
“…What?” she croaked.
She heard laughter on the other side of the line.
“Buenos días, little Rivera,” Marisol purred.
“Morning, beautiful,” Sarah added, voice too sweet to trust.
Mia sat up. Her heart thudded. They’re calling about last night. “He left?”
“Gym,” Sarah said. “But not before wrecking us completely last night. He’s becoming too good for even the two of us last night. Looks like we need you as well Mia to really satisfy him.”
A warm ache bloomed low in Mia’s belly. “You’re evil.”
“Correction,” Marisol said, “we’re blessed. The bed’s stripped, but the whole room still smells like him.”
Mia pressed the heel of her palm between her thighs. “Stop.”
“We tied him up,” Sarah said, voice dipping lower. “With silk restraints. Hands above his head. Candles, incense. Costumes.”
Mia’s breath caught.
“I wore a red silk harem dress that barely held me in.,” Marisol murmured.
“I wore sapphire with a jeweled thong,” Sarah said. “He whimpered, Mia. Like a dying puppy.”
Mia bit her lip, fighting a grin and a moan.
“We left him for twenty minutes and made out with each other in front of him. He was desperate to get his hands on us,” Marisol continued. “When we finally untied, he was straining against the ties - chest heaving - like he might snap the headboard just to get to us.”
“And then, he dominated us completely,” Sarah whispered.
Mia’s hand slid under the sheets without permission. “What do you - ”
“He made us do handstands in bed and licked me until I saw stars,” Sarah said dreamily. “He growled like he’d been starving. Mari couldn’t stand up when he finished with her.”
Marisol’s laugh was throaty. “And then he pulled me into his lap, told me to ‘wait’ as he spanked me and made Sarah count… and made me beg for more. Real begging, Mia. I said things I didn’t know I knew - in Tamil.”
Mia’s hips shifted involuntarily.
“He made me watch,” Sarah said. “Made me ache until he let me touch myself… then made me kiss Mari while he was inside her. I couldn’t breathe.”
“And I couldn’t think,” Marisol added. “He played with both of us at once - hands, mouth - like he was born to ruin us.”
Mia’s breath was ragged now.
“This morning,” Marisol went on, “he woke us with his mouth. No warning. Dragged us into the shower before the water was even warm.”
“Bent me over first,” Sarah said, voice husky. “Fast, deep, until I collapsed. Then Mari.”
“Then both of us together,” Marisol purred. “He said we’d be late unless we made it quick.”
“It wasn’t quick,” Sarah sighed.
“He made us wash him,” Marisol said, “and then kneel. One on each side. Stroking. Kissing. Taking turns.”
Mia’s eyes fluttered closed.
“And when he came…” Sarah’s voice turned molten. “On our faces, in our mouths, down our chests. He held our hair and made us clean each other with our tongues. Made us kiss while we swallowed him.”
Mia’s back arched.
“Then he fingered us both until we squirted in the shower,” Marisol finished, triumphant. “We didn’t even know we could.”
The silence on the line was broken only by Mia’s unsteady breathing.
“You’re doing this on purpose,” she whispered.
“Yes,” they said in unison.
Mia laughed weakly, shaking her head. “I hate you both.”
“No, you don’t,” they sang, giggling, before the line clicked dead - leaving her flushed, trembling, and very much awake.
The bathroom was already humid by the time Bharath returned, gym bag slung over one shoulder, shirt clinging to his torso. He paused just outside the steamy glass door, heart hammering - not from the workout, but from what waited behind it.
Through the fogged pane, he could see them.
Marisol, dark hair wet and glistening, was kneeling at the far end, adjusting the temperature of the water. Sarah stood beside her, tilting her face into the falling stream, eyes closed, a soft smile tugging at her lips.
Both of them turned when he opened the door.
“There he is,” Sarah said, her voice like warm water itself. “Our overachiever.”
Marisol grinned and reached out a hand. “Took you long enough. We warmed it up for you.”
“I was hoping you’d cool me down,” he muttered, stepping in.
Sarah giggled and pulled him by the waistband. “Not a chance.”
The moment the water hit him, he sighed in relief. Not just from the heat, but from their touch - Marisol’s soapy fingers trailing down his spine, Sarah’s palms massaging his shoulders. They took their time. Reverent. Intimate. Worshipful.
He let himself relax into it, eyes closing briefly as the girls worked in harmony - cleaning, caring, teasing. But there was a question burning in him, one that had taken root since last night.
He cleared his throat. “Can I ask you both something?”
Marisol glanced up. “Of course.”
Sarah was already rinsing his neck, humming. “You can ask anything, baby.”
Bharath exhaled, running a hand through his soaked hair. “After last night and this morning… I’ve been thinking. When I take control like that - when I’m rough or demanding - I don’t want either of you to ever feel... pressured. Or overwhelmed. I want to give you what you need. Not just what I want. So - honestly - what do you prefer?”
That made them both pause.
The water ran between them, soft and steady. For a moment, the only sound was their shared breath and the hiss of the showerhead.
Then Marisol leaned in, her hands sliding around his waist. “You want to know what kind of lover we want you to be?”
He nodded, unsure.
Sarah stepped closer behind him, pressing her body gently to his back. Her arms wrapped around his chest as she kissed his shoulder.
“I love that you care enough to ask,” she murmured. “Most guys never do.”
Marisol stood on tiptoe, brushing her lips along his jaw. “But we don’t have a simple answer.”
Bharath blinked. “You don’t?”
Sarah chuckled. “Nope. Because you’re all of those things. And we like all of them.”
Marisol tilted her head. “Depends on the mood and the moment. Some nights, I want you to be slow and loving. Like I’m a poem you’re writing with your hands.”
Sarah whispered, “Other times, I want you like a storm. Fast and hungry. Like you need me or you’ll lose your mind.”
“And sometimes…” Marisol’s voice dropped, her nails lightly trailing his abdomen, “I want to be conquered. Controlled. Told where to kneel, how to beg, how to come. I want your voice in my ear like a commandment.”
Bharath’s breath caught.
Sarah giggled at his reaction. “You okay?”
He nodded, throat tight. “Just... trying to remember to breathe.”
Marisol smiled and resumed lathering his chest. “We love when you’re dominant, Bharath. Because we know it comes from love. It’s about attention. Focus. You never treat us like objects. When you’re in control, we feel seen. Like every inch of us matters to you.”
Sarah nuzzled his neck. “And it does turn us on, knowing you’re holding back all that fire just until we beg for it. That edge of restraint? That’s what makes you irresistible.”
He looked from one to the other, wonder filling his chest. “So you don’t prefer one over the other?”
Marisol grinned. “If we had to choose - ”
“It’s a yes to all of the above,” Sarah finished.
“But we can share our favorite memories,” Marisol offered, slicking her palms with shampoo and beginning to massage his scalp.
Sarah purred. “Yes. Let’s do hits and kinks. Like a top ten list.”
Bharath laughed. “Oh god.”
Marisol: “Top moment for me? That night you blindfolded me and made me count how many times I came from you spanking me before you took me.”
Sarah: “Ohh, I remember that. I was watching. My favorite was when you made us kiss each other while you spanked us one at a time. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the sound.”
Marisol giggled. “We almost forgot our names.”
Sarah added, eyes twinkling, “And after last night and this morning, we were sore but so satisfied! That was your Dom-king moment.”
Marisol leaned in. “My favorite kink? Being told exactly what to do. With your hand tangled in my hair or your hand on my throat. I melt when you get that voice - all low and commanding.”
Sarah flushed. “I love that most too. But I also love being watched by you. When you make me undress slowly, or command us to do something for you while you watch, like a performance just for you… I can feel the hunger in your eyes. That gets me wetter than anything.”
“Even more than…?”
Sarah blushed. “Even more than oral.”
Marisol chuckled, running soapy fingers down Bharath’s abs. “You’re blushing harder than she is.”
“I’m just…” He cleared his throat, touched. “I didn’t know it meant that much to you.”
Sarah looked up. “Bharath, you make us feel worshiped. Even when you’re rough. Maybe especially when you’re rough.”
Marisol nodded. “It’s the intention behind it. Not just what you do, but why. You always ask afterward. You always check in. That’s the part that makes us feel safe.”
Sarah leaned forward and kissed his collarbone. “And desired.”
“And owned,” Marisol added, voice husky.
Bharath swallowed. His arms slid around them both, pulling them close beneath the water. “I just don’t ever want to scare you. Or push you too far.”
“You don’t,” they said in unison.
Marisol added, “And if you ever did, we’d tell you. That’s part of the trust.”
Sarah smiled. “We want you to lead. But we also want you to know - we’ll follow because we choose to.”
They kissed him then - Sarah first, then Marisol. Gentle, slow, with water cascading around them like a curtain.
Bharath tilted his head back and sighed. “So… gentle, rough, or dominant?”
Marisol traced her finger down his sternum. “Yes.”
Sarah grinned. “All of the above.”
“And more,” Marisol whispered. “We haven’t even explored everything yet.”
Bharath arched an eyebrow. “Like what?”
Sarah smirked. “Later. Class in twenty minutes, remember?”
“Damn,” he muttered.
Marisol handed him the soap again and winked. “You can think about it all day.”
Sarah added, “And we’ll be waiting for Sacred Tuesday, lover.”
Marisol whispered, “With no underwear.”
Bharath groaned. “You two are going to kill me.”
They kissed him again, laughing.
He didn’t mind drowning in them.