Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world-Chapter 100: Hot bath [1]

Florence twirled the racket lazily as she watched Brandon and Eira both bent slightly at the waist, panting, red-faced, and gleaming with sweat under the mellow orange hues of the setting sun.

The sand around them was a mess of scuffed footprints and dragged feet.

Eira’s hair clung to her neck, and Brandon had pushed his beach shirt halfway up his chest because of the heat.

Florence smiled as she gave her racket a little flick before slipping it under her arm "I think I’m done bullying you two for the day."

"You both look like you’re about to keel over. Go soak in the hot spring. There’s one inside, you know, an indoor bathing courtyard on the top floor of the east wing."

She turned to leave but then she paused, glancing over her shoulder and her lips curled into a smile "And fully private."

Eira groaned softly and stretched her arms over her head, as she turned toward Brandon. "I didn’t know playing badminton could feel like cardio for your soul."

Brandon chuckled, still catching his breath.

She shook her head and took a step toward the path.. only for her legs to wobble slightly.

Brandon was surprised "Eira."

Eira glanced back at him, but before she could speak, he reached out and gently scooped her in his arms.

"Wha-wait! Brandon-!"

He swept her up with a grin, cradling her in his arms like a groom carrying his bride.

"I can walk..." she sputtered and her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and delight as her arms instinctively looped around his neck.

Brandon laughed and adjusted her gently in his arms.

They crossed the upper terrace and entered the east wing of the estate as the sound of the sea faded behind them, replaced by the gentle hush of indoor fountains and distant wind chimes.

The Bleaufort estate was a masterpiece of elegant opulence: marble floors, vaulted ceilings, and wide, windowed halls that caught every flicker of the fading sun.

Finally, they reached a pair of polished wooden doors and Brandon reached out with one foot, nudging the door open.

Inside, there’s an enclosed bathing courtyard with a sunken pool as its surface steamed gently.

Pale lanterns hung along the perimeter, casting a dreamy glow over the scene, while the surrounding walls were covered in living ivy and moss.

The air was rich with the scent of jasmine and warmed minerals, and the steam curled like silk around them.

Brandon stepped inside, letting the doors swing close behind him with a gentle thud.

Brandon was amazed to see this and sighed in his heart.

Gently, he carried her toward the edge of the spring and knelt, lowering her just enough for her toes to touch the warm stone ledge.

As she slid from his arms, Eira looked up at him. "Thank you... for carrying me."

Brandon smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. "Thank you for letting me."

Eira stood at the edge of the sunken pool, her toes curling against the warm stone.

Her eyes flicked to him, "Well, no point standing here gawking."

Without another word, she reached for the hem of her clothes and tugged it over her head in one smooth motion before tossing it aside.

The fabric landed on the stone, and she moved to her shorts next, shimmying them down her hips.

She quickly removed her bra and panties, standing there naked.

Brandon’s eyes traced the lines of her body, her slender waist, the curve of her hips and the steam clung to her skin.

Eira didn’t give him long to stare; she stepped forward and slid into the hot spring as the water parted around her with a soft ripple.

She sank down until the warmth enveloped her up to her shoulders and let out a contented sigh as the heat soaked into her muscles.

"Oh, this is heaven," she murmured, tilting her head back against the edge.

Brandon chuckled and his hands went to his shirt, pulling it off.

His trousers came next, followed by his underclothes, and soon he stood as naked as she was.

Before Eira could take a good look at him, he sank in the water.

"C’mon, slowpoke," she teased, splashing a handful of water in his direction.

The water was gloriously warm, wrapping around him as he sank down, settling across from her.

Eira moved first, gliding through the water and she closed the distance between them, her hands finding his shoulders as she pulled herself closer, their bodies brushing under the surface.

"Hi..." she whispered, her lips curving into a soft smile just before she leaned in to kiss him.

Brandon kissed her back and his hands slid to her waist, fingers splaying against her slick skin as he pulled her against him.

Eira’s tongue teased his tongue and she pressed herself closer, her breasts grazing his chest.

Brandon’s hands roamed upward, cupping her breasts gently, his thumbs brushing over her nipples as they hardened under his touch.

"Haa..." She gasped into the kiss and he squeezed her breasts lightly, savoring the way she arched into him.

"Brandon..." she murmured against his lips, as she broke the kiss, only to dive back in.

Their mouths clashed and their tongues tangled as the water lapped around them, amplifying every touch.

His hands kneaded her breasts as his fingers teased her nipples with just enough pressure to make her moan.

Eira’s hands slid down his chest, nails grazing his skin, pausing briefly at the Genesis Mark before continuing lower, gripping his waist to pull herself even closer.

"Eira," he rasped, pulling back just enough to look at her.

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from their kisses, and the way she looked at him... made his heart pound.

She grinned, leaning in to nip at his bottom lip. "What? Too much for you?" she teased, but her voice trembled, showing how much she was feeling it too.

Before he could answer, she kissed him again, and her hands slid up to cradle his face as she slowed the pace.

Her moans were muffled against his mouth as Brandon’s hands roamed her body, one still cupping her breast, thumb teasing her nipple until it was hard and sensitive under his touch.

Brandon’s kisses slowed for a moment as he pulled back just enough to catch her gaze.

Her eyes were heavy-lidded, cheeks flushed from the heat of the water.

"Eira," he murmured, almost lost in the steam, and she answered with a soft hum, leaning in to nip at his lip.

His hand on her hip slid lower, tracing the curve of her thigh before slipping between them under the water.

"Hnngh..." Eira’s breath hitched as his fingers brushed the sensitive skin at her inner thighs, and when he found her pussy, she gasped.

He kissed her again, swallowing the sound and his tongue slid against hers as his fingers explored, parting her folds with a gentle touch.

"Fuck..." Eira whispered into the kiss, her voice trembling as his fingers circled her clit, teasing her.

Brandon’s other hand stayed on her breast, squeezing the soft flesh as his thumb pinched her nipple in time with the rhythm of his fingers below.

She swayed against him, her hips moving instinctively, chasing the pleasure as his fingers caressed her clit.