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Meanwhile, Elias is working his fingers between his legs, slowly but surely moving them back and forth between his perfectly sculpted ass cheeks.

Fuck.

I don’t know how much longer I can keep watching without taking action.

I’m intoxicated. Elias is everything I crave. And it would seem that he is more than ready to offer me his body as testament to his own desires.

My cock hardens without permission. Steam curls between us.

“I am the Master,” I say. My voice is low, rich, and steely. “But this time I will be the one on my knees.”

I go down on the hot wood. His scent cuts through the steam as I crawl over toward him.

I put my mouth on him.

I swallow his swollen cock and tease with the flat of my tongue, then pull back and flick and flex over his tip, pressing his thighs when they close around my neck.

Elias gasps, his fingers in my hair. The sauna ticks and hisses.

Outside, snow is burying the city. In here there is only heat and the wet sound of me taking my time with this devious, fun, and highly delectable young man.

“Mmmmph, Daddy,” Elias purrs.

He may sound like a satisfied cat now as I suck and slurp on his cock. But soon enough, I will make the boy howl like a wolf…

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ELIAS

The steam has no mercy.

Neither does my Master’s mouth. I tremble on the hot wood with my thighs open and my hands lost in Dmitri’s hair, trying to hold the line, trying not to give him the sound he is working for.

He teases.

He knows exactly when I am close.

A slow lick. A flick. A deep throat bounce.

Then a pause.

The point of his tongue on my tip until my hips lift, then nothing but breath against wet skin.

“Please let me cum, Daddy,” I beg. But it is to no avail.

Dmitri does not let me finish. Suddenly, the world tilts. I am in his arms, hauled off the bench, carried through the slap of cooler air.

Dmitri slaps my hot ass as he marches with me over his shoulder. He grips and parts my cheeks then lands another spank as if to remind me that even though he was just on his knees pleasuring me, it will always be him who carries the title of Master.

“Time to cool off,” Dmitri roars.

I should have seen it coming, but I understand too late.

The ice tub takes me to the chest. The cold is a bolt…

Electric. Ugly. Perfect.

I holler, a raw mix of agony and ecstasy that bounces off stone. My nipples go tight enough to hurt. My cock aches. Every nerve that was winding toward climax detonates into shock instead.