Chapter 2

The ride back to the Airbnb was torture. My pussy was still throbbing from that accidental brush of Mark's arm across my tit in the stands. Every bump in the road made my soaked panties rub against my swollen clit. I kept my legs squeezed tight in the back seat, trying not to moan out loud.

Mom was chatting excitedly about the game, but all I could think about was Mark's thick thigh pressed against mine the whole way home. When we finally got inside the apartment, the heat hit me again. The place was stuffy, and the private sauna in the basement looked even more inviting… and dangerous.

"I'm jumping in the shower real quick," Mom said, already pulling off her top on the way to the bathroom. "Then I'll run out and grab some beers and snacks to celebrate. You two go ahead and start the sauna. Get nice and sweaty. I'll be back in like thirty minutes, tops."

She disappeared into the bathroom. The water started running.

Mark looked at me with those dark blue eyes. His polo was still damp, stretched tight over his broad chest. "You heard her. Go put on a towel and get in there."

I bit my lip, my heart racing. "Maybe we should wait for Mom…"

His voice dropped lower, commanding. "Don't make me repeat myself, Emily. Wrap a towel around that hot little body and get inside. Now."

That deep, authoritative tone made my knees weak. I hurried to my room, stripped off my soaked tank top and skirt, and wrapped one of the small white towels around myself. It barely covered my tits and only reached the top of my thighs. My nipples were still hard, poking against the thin fabric.

When I stepped into the sauna, Mark was already there. He sat on the wooden bench wearing nothing but a towel low on his hips. His powerful chest and abs glistened with sweat. The muscles in his arms and shoulders looked even bigger in the dim, steamy light. The heat hit me like a wall, making fresh sweat break out all over my skin instantly.

"Close the door," he ordered.

I did. The small room felt even smaller with just the two of us. I sat down across from him, pressing my thighs together. The towel felt loose already.

Mark didn't waste time. He moved closer until his thick, muscular thigh pressed firmly against mine. The heat from his skin burned hotter than the sauna air.

"Breathing too fast," he said, his big hand sliding around to my lower back. His palm was rough and hot. His thumb started stroking slowly up and down my spine, right along the edge of the towel. "Relax. Deep breaths, like this."

Every stroke of his thumb sent shivers straight to my pussy. My towel slipped a little on one side, exposing the full curve of my left breast. Mark's eyes dropped straight to it, dark and hungry.

"Look at you," he murmured, voice low and rough. "Still wet from the stands, aren't you? I felt how hard your nipple got when my arm rubbed across your tit. You were dripping even then."

My face burned. "Mark… we shouldn't—"

"Call me Daddy when we're alone like this," he said firmly, his hand sliding down to grip my waist, pulling me closer. His other hand rested on my bare thigh, fingers squeezing just hard enough to show control. "That towel's in the way. Loosen it."

I hesitated, breathing fast. The heat made my head fuzzy. Mark's fingers dug in a little harder on my thigh — a clear warning. I tugged the towel looser. It slipped further, both my heavy tits now half-exposed, nipples stiff and aching in the steamy air.

"Good girl," he growled softly. That praise made my pussy clench hard.

His thumb kept stroking my back while his other hand slowly moved up my thigh, pushing the bottom of the towel higher. His fingertips brushed the sensitive skin right below my pussy. I was soaked. I knew he could feel the slick heat radiating from me.

"You're fucking dripping down your thighs already," he said, voice thick. "All from one little touch in the stands? Such a needy little slut for your stepdad."

His fingers teased higher, stroking the crease where my thigh met my pussy, but never quite touching my clit. I whimpered, hips twitching forward on their own. Mark's grip on my waist tightened, holding me in place.

"Stay still," he commanded. "You don't get to cum yet. Not until I say so."

The dominant tone made me even wetter. Sweat poured down between my tits. Mark leaned in, his hot breath on my neck as his fingers continued their slow, torturing strokes along my inner thighs. His towel was tented hard — I could see the thick outline of his cock straining against the fabric.

I wanted it so bad it hurt.

Just then, we heard Mom's voice from upstairs. She must have finished her shower and was getting ready to leave. The risk of her coming down to check on us made my heart pound wildly.

Mark smirked and pressed his thigh harder against mine, his fingers still teasing right at the edge of my slick folds.

"Mom's about to head out," he whispered, voice dark with lust. "But we've still got time. Keep those legs open for me, baby. Let Daddy feel how much you need this."

My whole body trembled with shame and arousal. The sauna heat, his commanding hands, and the constant fear of Mom walking in had me right on the edge already.

I was completely at his mercy.