Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 23

The sauna was easy enough to find—a building sitting on the edge of the fjord near their house. It was a large structure that hung off the shore and was supported by pilings that peaked just above the water’s surface. As I walked across the yard toward it, I couldn’t help but notice once again how green and rich everything looked. Too bad I was so upset that I couldn’t properly appreciate my first morning in Norway.

Reaching the building, I opened the door and walked in. It was well furnished with walls lined in light wood paneling. Comfortable tapestries and carpets hung on the walls and across the floor, and a television was playing. Astrid’s bodyguard was sitting on the brown leather couch in the middle of the room, watching a soccer match. He looked over his shoulder as I walked in and immediately returned to his game without giving me a second glance.

“Astrid in here?” I asked.

The bodyguard pointed toward a door to my right without looking back at me, and I followed his directions. Through the door was a short hallway ending with another door. A small stained-glass window was worked into the door, which looked dimly lit on the other side. I made my way towards it.

Entering, I was immediately assaulted by a wall of damp heat that rolled over me, threatening to suffocate me immediately. That wasn’t the only hot thing that assaulted my senses, though.

Astrid sat on a bench along one wall, once again wearing almost nothing. She was perched with one knee raised and her hands clasped on it. Her white-blonde hair was a shade darker and plastered to her scalp.

She wasn’t alone.

Equally as nude and even more beautiful than the heiress was my personal trainer. Tara was sitting on another bench with both feet on the floor. Her arms were stretched across the bench behind her, tightening her firm tits across her chest and showing off her sleek musculature. Her hair was much darker and also hung limply over one shoulder.

Like Astrid, Tara didn’t seem too bothered by my entrance and didn’t move to cover herself, and I got my first look at her entire nude body. Her golden tan was even across her entire body, meaning it was either natural or she tanned in the nude. Her areola were only a few shades darker than her skin—a light brown slightly larger than a quarter that surrounded a couple of small nipples that stood out only a fraction of an inch. As I suspected, every goddamn inch of that woman was perfectly in place and tight. It just wasn’t fucking fair that she was only interested in women.

I glanced back and forth between them and asked, “Am I interrupting something?”

“Not at all,” Astrid said, looking me up and down. “I ran into Miss Gellar on my way to the sauna and invited her to join me.”

“Got a run in this mornin’,” Tara said. “Everything alright?”

“Tara, I hate to do this,” I said, “But could you give Astrid and me a few minutes to ourselves?”

Tara regarded both of us with her dark blue eyes for a long moment and then shrugged. “No problem. ‘Bout time for a shower anyway. Think I’ll head up to my room and take one. You gonna have time for a workout before you fly out for your meeting?”

“No,” I said, focusing mainly on Astrid so I didn’t have to lament not having access to one of the hottest women I’d ever met.

“Right, then,” Tara said with a nod. “Astrid. Good talking to ya.”

Astrid gave her a smile and a slow nod as if she were a teacher granting a student permission to go to the bathroom. It struck me as odd because Astrid seemed so down to earth when we first met.

As soon as Tara closed the door, I asked, “What happened?”

The Norwegian beauty adjusted her posture, making a show of crossing her legs in front of her. Her entire body was on full display despite the slight haze of steam in the air. “What do you mean?”

“Bobbi. She came back to my room looking pretty messed up. What happened?”

“Your kitten?” Astrid asked. “I just played with her last night just as you said I could.”

I balked. “You were the only one?”

It was her turn to look at me a little confusedly. “Of course. I wouldn’t let someone touch her without clearing it with you first.”

The idea that Astrid could have done all that to her was surprising despite having seen Helen manhandle Bobbi for weeks. I just hadn’t something like this from the woman I met in the board room. “You beat the shit out of her.”

“You didn’t set any limits when you loaned her to me,” Astrid said, sounding almost as if she didn’t understand why I’d crashed her sauna time.

“I didn’t think I needed to,” I pressed.

“I’m confused. What seems to be the issue? Was it that I marked her up without your consent? I assure you… this isn’t my first time. I’ve left nothing permanent.”

“That’s not the point!” I protested.

“Then what is?”

I… wasn’t sure how to answer that. Helen and I had definitely put Bobbi through her paces. We’d spanked her, deprived her of pleasure, done breath play, coaxed her into lesbian sex, had her pubic hair removed, and I’d just recently informed her I’d take her off birth control. Granted, I’d tried to make her leave, and she’d attempted homicide over it, but it wasn’t like we’d asked her if she enjoyed the way we treated her. Still, this felt… wrong.

“Why’d you do it?” I asked, deciding that I couldn’t quite answer her question.