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And just as quickly as he dumped me into my cold hell, Dmitri lifts me out as if I weigh nothing. Water sheets off me. My teeth chatter on a laugh I cannot stop.

Back into the sauna.

Heat slams into the cold and my skin screams in both directions. Daddy puts me on the bench on my knees. His mouth finds a different place. The shock of his tongue at my ass makes me jolt.

“Good boy,” Dmitri says in between laps and flicks of his tongue on my tight pink ass hole.

At the same time his palm cracks against my cheek.

Steam. Sting. The filthy, precise attention of a man who does not ask if I can take two things at once.

He spanks me again. Then licks, spanks, licks once more.

I rock back onto his mouth because my body has stopped taking instructions from my pride.

“Master—”

He stands, reaches for some massage oil and applies it generously over his cock as I arch my head back and watch in awe.

Then I barely see him move as he takes me, lifts me off the bench, and holds me, my thighs around his waist.

“F-f-f-f-fuck me,” I plead, knowing full well that this is my destiny now. “Make me⁠—"

Dmitri impales me in one hard drop. The stretch punches a cry out of me. He is thick and deep and the heat of the room makes every inch feel bigger.

Before I have time to breath, he eases me back up his shaft and then bounces me on his cock. No pretty rhythm. My cock drags on his body on every lift as my ass hole stretches to accommodate his thickness and his length.

The clamps of last night are a ghost. The plug is a ghost too.

This is the real thing, filling and fucking me while cedar ticks and sweat runs down my back.

The climax that the ice stole comes back with interest.

It is huge. I cum on my Master’s cock with my forehead against his shoulder and my mouth open on a sound that is barely human.

My cock spurts over and over, a white glaze over Dmitri’s strong, sculpted abs and pecs.

But Daddy does not stop. He fucks me through it until I am shaking, dazed, and clinging.

Then he puts me down. My feet find the floor and he turns me. I brace on the sauna’s glass wall as he takes me from behind and makes my ass cheeks clap hard and fast, totally in tune with his cock before he then finishes inside me with a low groan, cock pulsing, heat spilling deep while I hold the glass and try to remember that I have a name.

Dmitri stays there a second. Then he withdraws. I feel him leave me and suddenly I’m barely able to think.

We collapse onto the wooden benches together.

As one we breath, drip, the slow tick of cooling stones. I stare at the ceiling slats and wait for my pulse to come down.

No man has ever made me feel like this.

Not close. Not in Singapore. Not in any back room or borrowed bed. Not in any hustle I dressed up as chemistry.

This is satisfied in a way that scares me. Because it is not only the orgasm. It is the ice and the order and the way he picked me up like the decision was already made.

Fuck. Things have just become incredibly complicated…

Zane is still in my phone. Angry. Waiting for tomorrow. Waiting for a list I took from a club that belongs, in every way that matters, to the man whose come is still inside me.

Sooner rather than later I will have to talk to Dmitri about Zane. Not because I have grown a conscience. Because two masters only works until one of them finds the other in your bag.