Mark didn’t give me enough time to think. He lifted me like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me down the hallway towards the basement, my leaking breasts pressed against his chest, smearing warm milk across his skin with every step.

“Where are we going?” I whispered, my voice shaky.

“Sauna” he frowned. “We need privacy and I want you sweating while I drink every drip you’ve got.”

The basement sauna was very small but well-equipped. It had wooden benches, dim red lighting, and heat that hit Walt the moment he opened the heavy glass door.

He set me on the bench, the hot...