The gray light of the third and final day crept through the curtains and Vikram was already awake, already hard, already consumed by the burning need that had become his constant companion. Twenty four hours remained before his son's return. Twenty four hours to push every boundary, shatter every taboo, and explore the darkest corners of the fantasies that had haunted him during those twenty years of self-imposed celibacy.

He looked at the two women sleeping beside him. Priya on his left, her body marked with the purple imprints of his fingers. Meher on his right, her lips still slightly swollen from his kisses. They had given him everything he had demanded, submitted to every command, surrendered to every perversion he had introduced. But today would be different. Today he would not be the only one giving orders. Today he would ask them something that had been burning in his mind since the first night, something so forbidden that even now his heart hammered against his ribs at the thought of voicing it aloud.