Page 32 of Corrupted Guilt

I’d think we were running out on the bill if I didn’t know better. “Where are we going?”

Yuri is leading me down a narrow staircase, then outside and down a hill that leads to a small lake.

“Stop asking questions. We’re going somewhere you’ll like. Both of us will like. Desert.”

He leads me to a small cabin overlooking the lake.

“Do you know Banya, it’s Russian,” he asks me.

“I don’t know any Russian—apart from ‘kiska’, maybe a few other words here and there. I never learned. Dmitry was taught, I wasn’t.”

“You didn’t need to know. I get it,” he growls and pulls me by the wrist.

“Where are you taking me?”

"Banya," he growled.

"What?"

"Bath."

"I usually take showers."

He stopped, his scowl slipped off and he nearly smiled, "No. Banya. Russian baths. You don't know but you'll learn," he said and pulled me towards the lake. Two cabins stood next to the lake, a small one, then a larger one half built over the lakelike a boathouse. He opened the door to the smaller one and pushed me in.

There was a robe and next to it a pair of towels and sitting on the towels was a wool hat shaped like a bell.

"Undress," he said.

He picked up the hat and set it down on me, if not for the curls it would have swallowed my head. "Maybe the second towel would be better for you." He pointed to the long cabin. "Dress and meet me there. Don't make me come get you," he slammed the slim door behind him.

I stood back from the bench with what I was supposed to wear, staring at them. I slipped my top off and slipped the towel on without removing my bra. It was skin color, he wouldn't even notice. I stripped down to my panties and surprised that they matched. I wrapped the robe around me and walked up to the longer cabin.

I stepped into the warm suffocating steam. My curls frizzed almost immediately, and I could just make out the mat with slippers piled up on it. I shook mine off and walked forward into the mist.

The room was wood-paneled, and the lights were a yellowish glow, it took my eyes some time to adjust.

It was much larger than it looked from outside. The steam room was a long tunnel, room for twenty people, then glass doors opening in the back. I didn't see anybody in here.

My eyes squinted, then I heard Yuri yell, “Kiska, here,” he was behind me, behind where the door had opened, he had been watching me.

He sat naked on the lower bench, resting against the upper bench.

His legs were crossed, my eyes immediately went there, but he was covered by his crossed legs. I tried not to stare, but heleaned back, the muscles of his back creating a V leading to his torso and below.

He stood up and walked towards me, and I couldn't help but look, my eyes went to his face out of modesty, and I turned around, but not before I got a good, tantalizing look.

"I really don't need steam, I'll go to the bath while you steam,"

"Stop.Quiet.Turn around."

I stood still, my stomach fluttering, feeling the steam and the heat.

"Turn around, do not make me ask again."

I did as I was told, and turned to face him, a smirk broke out on his lips, "Good. So you don't always disobey." He looked me up and down and grabbed the cuff of my robe, "You don't need this," he said as he began to untie me. I tensed up and tried to step back, but he had the ends of the bow and the lapels of the robe in his hands, the fabric stretched as far as it could, less than an inch. His grip tethered me to him.

He paused while I accepted it, there was no getting away. I relaxed and stopped testing how far the fabric would stretch, he slowly opened my robe.

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