Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 531: Seduce?

Late into the night, Amelia was lying peacefully asleep on the far side of the bed, curled up on her side.

Beside her, Brandon sat with his back resting comfortably against the headboard.

He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of loose black pants.

His arms were wrapped around Freya, who sat naked between his legs, leaning her back fully against his chest.

Freya’s mature, voluptuous body was completely bare. Her breasts rested in Brandon’s hands as he gently squeezed and kneaded them with slow, affectionate movements.

His fingers sank into the soft, warm flesh, occasionally brushing over her sensitive nipples, causing them to harden under his touch.

"Mhm..." She let out a soft, contented sigh and tilted her head further, turning just enough to capture his lips in a slow kiss.

Their mouths moved together languidly and Freya’s tongue slipped past his lips, tasting his lips as she moaned softly into the kiss.

Brandon responded by squeezing her breasts a little firmer, rolling her nipples between his fingers while his other hand slid down to caress her soft stomach and hip.

Freya broke the kiss with a quiet gasp, her lips still brushing against his as she whispered breathlessly,

"Mmm... your hands feel so good..."

She arched her back slightly, pressing her breasts more firmly into his palms, encouraging him to continue.

The room was filled with the soft sounds of their kisses, quiet moans, and the rustling of sheets.

"Husband..."

Hm? He glanced down at her with a smile "What is it, dear?"

She turned her upper body a bit and hugged his neck "I am so happy right now... with you. Just being held like this... touching you... it makes my heart feel so full."

His gaze softened and he hugged her back "Me too." he murmured, placing a kiss to her temple.

Freya nuzzled into his neck, placing soft kisses along his jaw and collarbone while Brandon’s hand slid from her hip to her thigh, then back up to cup one of her breasts again, squeezing it affectionately.

Freya let out a contented sigh, melting further into his embrace.

"Cuddling with you... aroused me again. Let’s have sex, Husband."

With a chuckle, he nodded "Sure."

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Next day morning

The table was set with a hearty breakfast of fresh bread, butter, honey, sliced fruits, cheese, boiled eggs, and tea.

Freya and Amelia were sitting across from each other at the wooden table.

Freya looked elegant and refreshed in a loose silk robe with her blonde hair tied back casually.

Amelia was still in her white nightgown and had slightly messy hair and faint dark circles under her eyes.

Freya took a sip of her tea and glanced at her niece with a knowing smile.

"Did you not get enough sleep yesterday?" she asked innocently, though the teasing glint in her eyes gave her away.

Amelia glared at her aunt across the table, "You dumb Aunty..." she muttered, stabbing her fork into a piece of fruit a little too aggressively.

Freya tried to suppress a giggle but failed, covering her mouth as her shoulders shook with laughter.

Amelia’s glare intensified as she continued, "You two were having sex non-stop last night! The entire bed was shaking! I could hear everything, the loud moans, the... the wet sounds. I barely slept at all!"

Freya couldn’t hold it in anymore and let out a bright giggle.

"Oh dear... was it that loud?" she asked, clearly not sorry at all. "I tried to be quiet, but... well, your husband is quite enthusiastic."

Amelia’s face turned bright red.

"I had to cover my ears with a pillow... and even then I could still hear you moaning ’harder’ and ’deeper’..."

Freya giggled again, taking another sip of tea as she leaned back in her chair.

"Sorry about that, sweetheart. We got a little carried away."

Amelia lowered her hands, letting out a long, tired sigh.

She poked at her food with her fork, looking down at her plate with a mix of frustration and longing.

"...Why isn’t he making a move on me yet?"

"We’re supposed to get married... but he’s so gentle with me. He kisses me and holds me, but he never tries to go further. Is there something wrong with me?"

Freya’s expression softened "Nothing is wrong with you, dear."

"You’re beautiful, and he loves you very much. I think... he’s being careful because you’re still young. He doesn’t want to rush you or make you feel pressured."

Amelia pouted, though she looked a little relieved by the explanation.

"But I’m not that young... I am 22 and I want him too," she mumbled, blushing again. "I want to feel what you felt last night. I want him to touch me like that..."

Freya smiled warmly "Then tell him that. He’s very respectful, sometimes too much so. He might be waiting for you to give him a clear sign that you’re ready."

Amelia nodded slowly, "I’ll try..."

Freya leaned back in her chair, "Though if you want some advice on how to seduce him... your aunt is more than happy to help."

Amelia glanced up at her Aunt and frowned slightly "Seducing him... teach me how."

Eh?

Freya blinked in genuine surprise, nearly choking on her tea.

She said it as a teasing joke, never expecting her shy, innocent niece to take the offer seriously.

"You... you’re serious?"

Amelia nodded and gripped the edge of the table with both hands, clearly nervous but resolute.

"I am. I want him to see me as a woman. I want him to desire me the way he desires you. So... please, Aunt Freya. Teach me."

A thoughtful expression crossed Freya’s face and she leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand as she muttered,

"Hmm... to seduce him..."

She fell silent for a few seconds, genuinely considering the request. A

"Alright, If you’re really serious... I’ll teach you. But you have to listen carefully and not get too embarrassed, okay?"

Amelia nodded eagerly, scooting her chair a little closer to the table.

Freya took a deep breath and spoke in a sultry voice "First... you need to understand how he thinks. Kael respects you. He sees you as pure and precious. That’s why he’s holding back. So you have to show him that you’re not as weak as he thinks."

"Start small, maybe. Wear something thinner at night. Let the nightgown slip off your shoulder. Sit on his lap more often. When you kiss him, don’t pull away too quickly. Use your tongue a little."

Amelia’s face burned red, but she listened intently, hanging on every word.

Freya continued, "When you’re alone with him, be bold. Touch him first. Run your hands over his chest... down his stomach... maybe even lower. Whisper in his ear how much you want him. Tell him you want him to touch you and to kiss you everywhere."

"And when things get heated... don’t be shy about your body. Let him see you. Touch yourself in front of him if you have to. If he sees how badly you want him, he won’t be able to hold back anymore."

Amelia was bright red from her neck to her ears.

"Is... is that really how you seduced him?" she asked shyly.

Freya let out a soft laugh "Not exactly. I was much more direct."

"But you’re different from me. You’re sweeter. So you have to seduce him with that sweetness."

She leaned in closer, lowering her voice even more.

"And if you really want to drive him crazy... wear nothing under your nightgown next time. Sit on his lap, kiss him, and let him discover it himself. I guarantee he won’t be able to control himself."

"W-Wha..."

"Also he really loves it when I suck his dick or squish my breasts between his dick, so you can do that too."

"WHAT?!"

Giggling Freya replied "But you don’t have to do everything at once."

"Maybe just sit on his lap without underwear first. Then... if you feel brave, you can slide down and kiss him there. Or let him touch you more. He’ll take care of the rest once he knows you want it."