Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world-Chapter 103: Getting her to sleep...

The hot spring’s glow enveloped Brandon and Eira as they lay tangled in the shallow water, the steam curling around them.

Eira’s head rested on Brandon’s chest, and his arm around her shoulders held her close, his lips brushing her temple in a tender kiss.

"Mm... we should probably move," Eira murmured after a while, her voice soft and sleepy.

Brandon slowly sat up and pulled her with him.

The water sloshed around them, and Eira stretched languidly, her body glistening as she rose, the glow of the pool catching the curves of her skin.

"C’mon," she said, splashing a handful of water at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Let’s play a bit before we get out." She dove forward, slipping deeper into the pool with a soft laugh as she glided through the water.

Brandon smiled, following her lead, and soon they were splashing and chasing each other, their laughter echoing through the courtyard.

Eira ducked under the surface, popping up behind him to flick water at his face, and he retaliated by grabbing her waist, pulling her close to dunk her playfully, both of them giggling like kids.

"Cheater!" she accused, wriggling in his grip, but she had a wide smile and her hands slid up his chest as she leaned in to steal a quick kiss.

Eira’s fingers tangled in his wet hair, tugging lightly, while Brandon’s hands roamed her back, tracing the curve of her spine.

Eventually, the chill of the air beyond the pool nudged them toward the edge. "Okay, fine, let’s get out," Eira said as she climbed onto the stone ledge.

They stood dripping for a moment, the cool air raising goosebumps, and Eira shivered, wrapping her arms around herself.

Brandon looked at the towels that were on the nearby bench.

He grabbed two, tossing one to Eira, who caught it, already shaking out her hair to dry it.

"Here, let me." he offered, stepping closer as he moved to help her dry off.

Eira just smiled as he started with her arms, rubbing the soft fabric over her skin with deliberate care.

His touch was gentle, drying her shoulders and her back as he moved his way down.

When he reached her front, Brandon’s hands slowed, the towel brushing over her stomach before moving higher, grazing the undersides of her breasts.

He dropped the towel slightly, letting his hands slide over her breasts, squeezing them gently, his thumbs brushing her nipples.

"Brandon..." she murmured as she leaned into him.

"What?" he smiled as he squeezed her breasts again, firmer this time, his fingers kneading the soft flesh.

"Just being thorough." Before she could retort, he leaned down, his lips closing around one nipple, sucking lightly, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud.

"Hmm.." Eira hummed as her knees weakened slightly.

"Stop teasing me..." she breathed, her body arching toward him as he moved to her other nipple, sucking harder now, his teeth grazing just enough to make her moan.

His hands kept squeezing her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples when his mouth wasn’t on them.

"Asshole," she said, laughing as she grabbed her towel and started drying him in retaliation.

Her hands brushed his chest, his arms, and then lower, brushing teasingly close to his groin just to make him tense.

"My turn," she chuckled as they continued drying each other.

Finally, they wrapped the towels around themselves, Eira tucking hers under her arms, Brandon slinging his loosely around his hips.

She raised her arms and wrapped it around his neck "Take me back to my room."

Smiling, Brandon crouched slightly before taking her fully in his arms and made his way to her room.

Eira’s room wasn’t far, but Brandon took his time, savoring the feel of her in his arms.

When they reached her door he nudged it open with his foot, stepping into the familiar space.

Brandon carried her to the bed, setting her down gently on the edge, her towel still tucked around her as she looked up at him,.

"Mm... I’m so sleepy," She muttered with a slight yawn as she stretched her arms above her head, the towel slipping just a fraction before she caught it with a lazy grin.

"That hot spring... and you... wore me out."

Brandon leaned down and kissed her lips "What about dinner?"

With a shake of her head, she replied "No, I will pass on that. I am already full in my womb."

Hearing this, he couldn’t help but chuckle and looked down at her body.

She smiled and pulled her towel down, revealing her body "Go and take my underwear... it will be uncomfortable to sleep naked."

With that, she pointed at her wardrobe "It’s there, on the lower rack."

Brandon stood and crossed the room and the wardrobe creaked softly as he opened it, revealing neatly folded clothes and a lower rack where her undergarments were tucked away.

His fingers sifted through the soft fabrics until he pulled out a matching set: a simple green bra and panties.

Holding them up, he turned back to her, "These work?" he asked, dangling the bra by a strap.

Eira nodded, propped up on her elbows now, "Perfect," she said, and she beckoned him closer with a tilt of her head.

Brandon stepped back to the bed, settling beside her, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight.

"Let’s get you comfortable, then," he said as he held up the bra first, ready to help her into it.

She sat up a little, letting him guide her arms through the straps.

Brandon’s hands were gentle, his fingers brushing her skin as he adjusted the bra, pulling it over her breasts and fastening the clasp easily.

Huh? Eira raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You’re way too good at this."

He chuckled, leaning in to kiss her shoulder, "Pay attention to the important stuff," he murmured as he pulled back to admire her, the green fabric hugging her curves perfectly.

Eira smiled, settling back slightly, and her body relaxed as she let him take care of her.

Next came the panties, and Brandon shifted to her side, holding them out as he slid them up her legs.

As he eased the panties toward her hips, his gaze caught on her pussy... slightly swollen from their earlier sex, the delicate folds flushed and glistening faintly.

He paused and concern flickered in his eyes as he looked at it.

Eira noticed his hesitation, her sleepy eyes narrowing slightly.

But before she could ask, Brandon leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her pussy, his lips brushing the sensitive skin with a tenderness that made her breath hitch.

"Brandon..." she murmured and her thighs twitched as the gentle kiss sent a faint spark through her sensitive body.

He spread her pussy folds slightly with his thumbs and looked inside her tender flesh.

"It’s a little swollen... does it hurt now?"

Eira’s cheeks flushed, a touch of embarrassment mingling with the affection in her gaze as she looked down at him.

She bit her lip and shook her head "It’s alright," she said as she reached down to brush her fingers through his hair.

"Just... tender, you know? From... everything we did." Her smile grew a little cheekier, easing the moment.

"Feels kinda nice, actually. No big deal."

Brandon’s expression softened, relief washing over him as he nodded, pressing one more gentle kiss to her pussy.

"Good," he murmured as he carefully pulled the panties the rest of the way up, settling them over her hips, his fingers smoothing the fabric with care.

Eira sighed, relaxing fully under his touch, her body sinking back into the bed as sleep tugged at her again.

He helped her adjust the bra one last time, making sure it sat comfortably, then pulled the blankets up over her, tucking them around her as she curled into the pillows.

"Thanks," she whispered as she nestled deeper into the bed. "You’re... the best."

Hearing this, Brandon smiled and returned back to his room.

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Wearing t-shirt and shorts, Brandon walked down the stairs while chatting on the mobile in his hand.

It was Ravene, asking how things are going there.

He still hasn’t told her that Eira is his girlfriend now.

His gaze lowered slightly, his thumb hovering over the phone’s screen as he walked toward the dining hall ’I need to introduce her soon.’

As he was walking to the dinner table, he looked around and saw a maid walking away.

"Hey, you there..." He called her in a friendly tone.

The maid stopped and walked to him before bowing her head respectfully "Lord Brandon."

With a nod, he asked "Where is Florence?"

"Lady Florence is still on the beach. She will return for dinner soon."

Hearing his reply, his gaze squinted "Hmm, I see. You carry on."

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He stepped through a side door, and the crisp scent of the sea hit him immediately, carried on a breeze that rustled the estate’s gardens.

With a sigh, he looked up at the night sky before making his way towards the beach.

A bit later, he reached the spot where they were playing badminton earlier.

There, a short distance away, Florence sat alone on a woven mat with some wine bottles beside her.

’Haa.. She is out here drinking?’