Chapter Thirty-Eight #2
“Pushing your luck, I see.” He scolds.
I roll my eyes before slowly beginning to strip. I discard my shirt first, dropping it to the floor before shimmying out of my tights. The whole time I undress, Rowan watches me with hooded eyes.
When the cold air hits my breasts, his hands replace mine as he cups them and pinches my nipples. I hiss at the slight pain, and a shock shoots straight to my clit as he rolls my hardened buds between his fingers.
“Fuck, you’re perfect. My beautiful wife.” He growls before leaning down and giving my left nipple a teasing bite. He licks over the area as I moan and place one hand at the nape of his neck. I push his head flush with me, asking for more.
He hums in approval, sending the vibration straight to my core as my thighs begin to quake. He switches, lavishing my other breast with the same teasing attention before he rights himself and slaps a large hand over my ass, jolting me forward.
“I’m not done with you,” he decides before handing me a robe. “But I have a better idea…”
My eyes bounce between his and his outstretched hand. My hackles rise as I slowly take the robe with suspicion. “What are you plotting?”
He gives me a devilish smirk that brightens his features until I'm practically swooning. “Do you trust me?”
Before, that answer was never easy for me. Trust was something to earn, but Rowan has my whole heart in the palm of his hands, and I wouldn't want anyone else holding it. “Of course.”
“Then put the robe on,” he winks before grabbing his and holding it up to him.
I snort as his frame swallows the standard robe. “I don't think that's going to fit.”
He chuckles. “Nope. I’ll grab a towel and strip when we get there.”
With that, we’re off. Rowan grabs his towel, and I'm in the most comfortable and plush robe I've ever worn. As we head to the twelfth floor, our fingers are intertwined, and our arms swing between us. I’m so light I feel like I could just float away.
We take the corridor with a sign pointing straight ahead to the sauna. There’s a brunette behind a desk, and two grand wooden doors rest just behind her as she taps away on a desktop. Her head lifts at our arrival, and she stands with a warm smile.
“Are you here for the spa, or the sauna?” She asks with a chipper tone.
“The sauna,” I reply, wrapping an arm around my husband’s bicep.
“There are four private chambers with curtains to draw over the glass doors. Follow the signs to the end of the hall.” She opens one of the doors and motions us forward.
“Thank you!” I call back as we step into the dimly lit hallway. Relaxing music flows from the speakers lining the ceiling. There are other doors labeled with different types of spa treatments, and the only other sound is our footsteps as we pad softly towards the sauna doors.
When Rowan opens them, I’m slapped in the face with the humidity. Steam rolls along the upper walls, collecting in thick clouds that hang heavily overhead. A sweat instantly builds on my brow, and I smile as the heat soaks through my robe.
“This is smoldering,” Rowan grumbles.
I nudge him with an elbow. “Because you're still dressed. Strip, Assassin Man.”
He shakes his head with amusement before motioning me into the first chamber. I step in, and relaxation takes hold of me. I grab the claw clip I brought with me, and Rowan holds a hand out to me.
“Let me,” he says gently before gathering up my hair. I smile as he pins my strands with careful movements, treating me like precious glass.
Once he’s satisfied with his work, he takes his shirt off. My mouth goes dry at the miles of toned, sweaty muscles that stretch and move as he steps out of his jeans. He’s standing in all of his naked glory before me, and my hands itch to run over his stomach.
He steps forward, looking down at me reverently as he unties my robe and lets it fall open. He gingerly works it off my shoulders, his bare hands ghosting over my flesh until I'm panting where I stand.
I don't know how much longer I'll last until I jump his bones. This is torture.
He backs up until he sits down on the wooden bench. His long legs stretch out in front of him before he pats his lap. “Come here, Sunshine.”
Like a moth to a flame, I'm drawn to him. I sling my leg over his thighs before settling on his lap. He groans as my pussy grinds against his cock, and his hands grip my hips with a punishing bite.
Sweat clings to us, making our skin slick as we move. I moan at the sensation before Rowan grabs my cheeks and drags my lips to his in a consuming kiss. He swallows my sounds, nipping at my bottom lip before his pierced tongue slides over mine in a long stroke.
The main door to the sauna opens, and low voices filter in. I gasp, pulling away as I peer over at the curtain, which we never moved. Our glass door is in clear view of whoever is walking the corridor.
Rowan covers my mouth with a hand before turning me back to him with a taunting head tilt. “Can you keep quiet for me, Sunshine?”
My eyes widen.
He sucks his teeth. “Looks like we’ll have to test it. I don't want anyone to see my beautiful wife while being pleasured, so you had better stay quiet or I’ll stuff your mouth.”
Heat and curiosity mix in me. The thrill of being caught is something I never explored, but as I consider it, it’s stirring something else to life inside of me—something entirely new and exciting.
“Does that turn you on?” Rowan mutters in a whisper.
I nod.
He hums in approval before standing with me, and I scramble to hold onto him as he carries us closer to the door.
“What are you—” I hiss before he slaps his hand over my mouth again with a warning glint.
“Shh,” he shushes as he sets me down and turns me around so fast that my head spins. I'm facing the fogged glass, and I can see the outline of our guests. They're still standing close to the front doors as they converse, but I don't think they can see us.
Rowan covers my back, his frame swallowing me as his breath fans my ear. “Hands on the glass, Sunshine.”
I want to protest, and my husband must sense this, because he grips the nape of my neck before shoving me forward. My hands come up on reflex, pressing into the slippery glass as my cheek plants between them. My back is arched, and I can feel Rowan notching himself at my entrance.
“Remember,” he growls low. “If you make too much noise, I'm going to stuff that pretty mouth.”
I bite my lip, nodding. My eyes stay trained on our guests, a silent plea for them not to turn around as Rowan rocks forward, and my pussy stretches to fit him.
I garble a moan, trying to keep quiet as he sinks fully into me. There’s a beat where he stops like he's savoring the feeling of our connected bodies before his hand slaps over my right ass cheek in a stinging smack, and he draws back before slamming into me.
My cheek smooshes into the glass as my fingers slip. I can't hold onto anything, but that doesn't seem to be a problem as Rowan snatches my wrists in an iron grip and pins them to my back. His hips slap against mine, sending me into the glass as the wind is knocked from me with every thrust.
“You’re doing so good for me, Sunshine," he praises in a rasp before giving my ass another hard slap that has my teeth grinding. The mix of pleasure and pain blurs together, awakening the side of me that loves how he handles me.
The people outside the glass begin to move. My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest as they get closer to our chamber.
“Rowan,” I hiss urgently as my pussy pulses around him. Fuck, this is turning me on. The idea of being caught is hotter than I ever could have dreamed of.
He switches his grip until he’s holding my bound wrists in one hand and using the other to shove his fingers past my lips. I choke on the invasion, tears dotting my lashes as he fucks me into the glass.
“I told you to be fucking quiet,” he snarls in my ear. “Now you’re going to choke on my fingers while you cum on my cock.”
My eyes roll back as it all becomes too much.
The tether snaps, causing me to bite down on his digits as my orgasm explodes through me.
A muffled, high-pitched moan leaves me, and Rowan yanks me away from the door just as the two guests turn towards us.
They scurry past before disappearing into one of the rooms down the hall.
Rowan grunts, the sound barbaric and wild as he stills, and heat floods me. I rest my head back against his rising chest, loopy with the last dregs of my orgasm fizzing out.
Rowan cups my side before his nose brushes my ear, and I shiver. “Kneel for me, Sunshine.”
I don't question him as I sink to my knees before him. Something about giving up this power feels so freeing—like I can place myself in Rowan’s hands without worry.
He stands over me, those roaring ocean eyes burning into me with passion and devotion. He buries his fingers in my hair before rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip. “Open for me.”
My lips part, and he spits into my mouth. It’s nasty and so erotic that it makes my thighs slick together as I shift.
“Swallow,” he commands before shoving his thumb past my lips. I suck on his finger, closing my eyes as I obey.
“So fucking obedient when you want to be,” he croons.
My eyes snap open, and my voice is muffled by his invasion. “Don’t get used to it.”
He hums softly as he smirks. “I wouldn't dream of it, Sunshine Girl.”
He handles me with care before drawing the curtain over the door. He situates himself on the bench before pointing to the spot between his feet.
An idea arises, and I feel sexy and tantalizing as I brace my hands on the floor and crawl towards him. His jaw ticks, and I smirk as I sit between his feet with my back to him.
A hand wraps around my throat before I’m yanked back and into his chest. He growls softly in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine as his lips brush my skin. “You little fucking tease.”