His cock tenses. “Oh fuck,” he groans. “I’m coming too.”
His cock pulses inside me, and I feel him release deep in my core as my pussy continues to clench and release around him.
Finally, once the pulsing subsides, I lay back against his chest and he wraps his strong arms around me. We lean back against the back sauna wall, both spent, as our ragged breaths slowly return to normal.
“Is that what you had in mind when you got this sauna?” I pant softly.
“Among other things,” I feel his lips curve against the small of my neck. “But yes, it was on my list to take you like this. You fit exactly how I imagined.”
Once again, I get an odd feeling in my gut at the way hementions me in relation to the purchase of this lavish piece of equipment—the inference he bought it with me in mind.
But is that so bad if he did?
If he got it with the thought of getting naked with me in the wet heat?
The more I think about it… I don’t mind at all.
CHAPTER 37
IVY
The next day starts off as usual, relatively uneventful, but by the time the afternoon rolls around I can tell something is on Soren’s mind.
I’ve just gotten done scheduling a few client meetings. Soren has returned from catching up on a few things in his office. He pats the couch, more instructing than inviting.
He looks at me—his expression even more intense than usual—and leans in close. His eyes are dark storms, a tempest brewing behind the surface.“So what do you like, Ivy?” His voice drops low, conspiratorial.
I glance at him, confused. “Huh? What do you mean?”
He leans in closer, his breath tickling my ear. “I want to know your darkest thoughts—the ones you’ve never said aloud. Never shared with anyone else.”
No one’s ever asked me like that.
Not seriously, like the answer matters.
I hesitate.
He doesn’t look away.
“Where did that even come from?” I squint at him.
“It’s been on my mind,” he says, the intensity of his expression unflinching. “It’s important that I understand what you really want. Not just what you think is acceptable to say.”
This doesn’t feel like a joke. It doesn’t feel like something I can deflect.
It feels like he expects the truth.
And worse, I want to give it to him.
I want to tell him the darkest, filthiest thoughts I’ve ever had. The most depraved fantasies that I’ve conjured up in my mind and then quickly brushed to the side because they’ve seemed fucked up or wrong. Or because they’ve made me blush, and there’s no way I’d ever have the courage to speak them.
Somehow, Soren makes it feel safe to say them.
He makes me feel beautiful and seen—in a sensual way, like nothing I could ever ask for would be wrong. Or too weird. Or too much.
I’ve never been brave enough to voice my fantasies out loud, although I certainly have them. The thought of acting any of them out has only left me embarrassed and more inhibited than ever.
My choice of partners—except for the one that turned out to be a complete psychopath who almost killed me—have been fairly vanilla for the most part. They’d have been shocked at the thoughts that enter my brain—at the wild things I’ve thought about doing when it comes to pleasure and pain.