蒸気と服従

The sauna’s cedar walls dripped with condensation, and the air was so thick it felt like breathing underwater. I’d been here five minutes, towel wrapped loose around my hips, when the door swung open and my new boss walked in. Elena. Forty-two, sharp cheekbones, a black one-piece that hugged every curve like it was painted on. She didn’t blink at my half-naked state.

“First day on the job, and you’re already sweating,” she said, voice flat, but her eyes took a slow trip down my chest. “Good. Shows you’re not lazy.”

I laughed, nervous. “I didn’t realize the company retreat included this.”

“It doesn’t.” She dropped her towel on the bench, and my mouth went dry. “I do what I want.”

She sat across from me, legs crossed, one foot dangling close enough to brush my calf. The heat had her skin gleaming — a sheen on her collarbone, a drop sliding between her breasts. I tried to look away, failed.

“You’re staring, Mark.”

“You’re not exactly subtle.”

She smiled, slow and sharp. “I hired you because you’re smart. Let’s see if you’re smart enough to know when I’m giving you a direct order.” She uncrossed her legs, leaned forward, and her fingers found the knot of my towel. “Stand up.”

I stood. The towel fell.

Elena looked at my cock, already half-hard, and let out a low hum. “Better than I expected.” She didn’t touch it — just circled me, her nails grazing my shoulder blades, my lower back. Her breath was hot on my spine. “You’ve never done this before, have you? With a boss?”

「嫌よ。」

“Good.” She turned me around, pressed me back against the hot cedar, and her hand finally wrapped around my shaft. Slow, deliberate strokes. “I like teaching.”

My head fell back. Her grip was firm, twisting at the top, and she watched my face the whole time — not my dick, my face. That was worse. That was everything.

“You’re going to do exactly what I say,” she murmured, thumb sliding over the head. I hissed. “First, you’re going to sit down and spread your legs.”

I dropped to the bench. She knelt between my thighs, her tongue flicking out to catch the bead of precum. “And you’re going to keep your hands on your thighs. Don’t touch me. Don’t touch yourself.”

“Fuck, Elena…”

“Boss,” she corrected, and took me in her mouth.

She was slow about it, torturous — her lips stretched around me, her tongue pressing flat against the underside, and her eyes never left mine. She pulled off with a wet pop. “You taste nervous. I like that.”

“Please,” I heard myself say.

「何をしてほしいって？」

“Please don’t stop.”

She laughed, breath warm on my skin, and swallowed me to the root. I felt the back of her throat, the tight squeeze, and my hands dug into my thighs to keep from grabbing her hair. She deepthroated me once, twice, then pulled away and stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Now,” she said, “get on your knees.”

I dropped. She stepped out of her suit in one smooth motion, letting it fall to the floor. Her tits were full, dark nipples hard from the heat. She turned around, bent over, and looked back at me over her shoulder. “Lick me from behind. Slow.”

I was already there. My tongue dragged up her slit, and she moaned — a real sound, throaty, not the controlled tone from before. Her ass was round and wet, and I spread her cheeks with my thumbs, licking deeper. She tasted like salt and something sweet underneath.

“Fuck, yes,” she breathed. “Right there. Circle it.”

I did. Her knees trembled, and she reached back and grabbed my hair, pushing my face harder against her. “Enough. Stand up.”

I stood. She turned, grabbed my cock, and guided me to a bench. She sat, spread her legs, and pulled me by the hips until I was standing between them. “I want you inside me. Slow at first. And you’re going to look me in the eyes the whole time.”

I sank in. She was slick, hot, and she gasped — that single sound broke something in me. I went slow, just like she said, feeling every inch of her clench around me. Her nails dug into my hips.

“That’s it,” she whispered. “That’s a good boy.”

The words hit me like a slap. I grabbed her waist and started to fuck her harder, the way my body wanted, and she laughed — low, dark. “There he is.”

The bench creaked. Her head fell back, and she moaned without shame, her tits bouncing with every thrust. I bent down and sucked one nipple into my mouth, and she cried out, wrapping her legs around my waist.

“Harder,” she said. “Don’t you dare be gentle.”

I wasn't. I fucked her like I’d been holding it in for months, and she took it, her mouth open, her eyes half-lidded. Her fingers found my ass and squeezed, pulling me deeper.

“I’m close,” I gasped.

“Not yet.” She grabbed my chin and made me look at her. “Not until I say.”

I nodded, trembling. She smiled and shifted her hips, and the angle changed, and she moaned — long, broken. “Now,” she breathed. “Now.”

I came inside her, buried to the hilt, a shudder ripping through me. She clenched around me, her own orgasm rolling through her body in waves, and she bit her lip to keep from screaming.

We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, the steam curling around us. She kissed my forehead, soft, and laughed.

“That’s the best performance review you’ll ever get.”

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An hour later, we sat in the empty lounge, wrapped in thick robes, two cups of coffee steaming between us. Elena’s hair was still wet, and she traced the rim of her cup with a finger.

“Don’t think this changes anything,” she said, but her foot found mine under the table.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

She smiled — real, this time — and took a sip. “You’re going to be late tomorrow.”

“I’ll be on time.”

“No,” she said, and her eyes flicked to my mouth. “You’re going to be late. I have another lesson planned.”

CATEGORIES: [Sauna, Boss, Just the Two of Us, Deepthroat, Rough sex]