Marks in the Steam

The hot steam wrapped around my skin, and the first thing I hit me was her scent—sweet, with a hint of cherry shampoo and something warm, distinctly female. I opened my eyes and saw her standing two feet away, naked, wet hair plastered to her shoulders. Her gaze drifted across my chest, lingered lower, and the sauna got even hotter.

"Didn't expect to find you here, Mr. Volkov…" she whispered, a faint smile playing on her lips. Her voice trembled, but not from fear.

I'd known her for two years. Lena—my assistant, always composed, in her crisp blouses and pencil skirts. And now she stood before me bare, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her tits, from the way water droplets traced down her stomach toward her smooth, shaved slit.

"Didn't expect to find you either," I replied, my voice rough, taking a step closer. Steam swirled between us. "But since we're both here…"

She didn't back away. Instead, her fingers brushed my arm, and that touch burned hotter than the steam. I watched her nipples harden, watched her bite her lip.

"You always look at me like that in the office?" she asked softly, lifting her eyes to mine. "Or only when you think I'm not watching?"

My heart slammed. So she'd heard everything. That conversation in my office two weeks ago, when I thought I was alone and confessed out loud how I wanted to leave teeth marks on her neck, on her shoulders, how I imagined her trembling under my bites.

"You heard…" I breathed out.

"Every word." Lena stepped in close, her tits pressing against my chest. Her skin was hot and slick with moisture. "And I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. About you… biting me."

Her hand slid down, wrapping around my already rock-hard cock. I groaned, pulling her against me. My fingers found her waist, then lower, gripping her firm ass. We kissed hungrily, tongues tangling while the steam curled around us.

"Bite me," she whispered against my lips. "Right now. Gently… but leave a mark."

I lowered my head and dragged my lips across her collarbone. Her skin smelled of sauna heat and her own arousal. I parted my mouth and closed my teeth just above her breast. Lena arched back, letting out a soft moan, her fingers tightening around my shaft.

"Oh… more," she breathed. "Deeper… feel how I tremble."

I increased the pressure, leaving a distinct ring of teeth marks on her tender skin. She shuddered through her whole body, her hips grinding against me. My cock pulsed in her grip. I moved to her other shoulder, biting a little harder, and heard her breath catch.

"Artyom… I'm already so wet," she admitted, her voice shaking. "Your bites… they echo right down between my legs."

I spun her around, pressing her against the warm wooden wall of the sauna. Her palms flattened against the planks, her ass arching out toward me. I ran my hand between her legs, my fingers immediately sliding through hot, abundant slickness.

"Fuck, Lena… you're dripping," I whispered, kissing the back of her neck. Then I leaned down and sank my teeth into the tender skin between her neck and shoulder. She cried out in pleasure, pushing back against me.

"Fuck me… please. I want to feel you inside while you bite me."

I didn't wait. The head of my cock parted her slick folds and sank in to the hilt. Lena moaned louder, her walls clamping tight around me. I started to move—slowly at first, savoring every thrust, the heat of her body, the way she trembled.

Each time I drove deep, I leaned down and bit her—her shoulder blade, the side of her neck, the soft skin beneath her ear. The bites varied: some light and teasing, others deeper, leaving red marks blooming on her skin. Lena answered every one with a moan, clenching around my cock.

"Yes… just like that… bite me harder," she begged, her voice cracking. "I love when it hurts… but gently. Oh, Artyom, I'm gonna—"

I quickened the pace, one hand gripping her hip, the other cupping her breast. My teeth closed on her shoulder again. She shuddered harder, wetness running down her thighs. I could feel her clit pulsing, her insides growing even hotter.

Suddenly she arched violently, crying out as she came. Her pussy clenched my cock in wave after wave of contractions. I couldn't hold back—I drove in one last deep thrust and came, flooding her with hot cum. The bite on her neck at that moment was the longest, most sensual one yet.

We froze, panting hard. The steam continued to swirl around us. I gently kissed each tooth mark, as if apologizing and thanking her at once.

In the morning, the hotel suite attached to the bathhouse was quiet. I was brewing coffee in the little machine while Lena sat on the edge of the bed in my robe, way too big for her. My marks from the night before were clearly visible on her skin—soft purple, beautiful.

She caught my gaze and smiled, a faint blush rising to her cheeks.

"Any regrets?" she asked softly.

"Not a single one," I answered, handing her a cup. "You?"

Lena took a sip, looking at me over the rim of the mug. Her fingers brushed one of the marks on her collarbone.

"I want you to leave more. Lots more. Every time we're… alone."

We looked at each other over the steam rising from our coffee, and in both our eyes, the same hunger was already smoldering again.