The spa was a sanctuary of steam and marble, hidden behind heavy mahogany doors. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and expensive oils-a scent Elara realized was likely one of Seraphina's personal blends. As the door clicked shut, the sound of the city outside vanished, replaced by the soft, rhythmic bubbling of a sunken infinity pool.
"Take it off," Seraphina commanded softly. She was already shedding her sheer robe, letting it pool at her feet like a discarded shadow.
Elara hesitated, her fingers clutching the hem of her blouse. "I... I've never done this. The 'collection'... I didn't realize there were others."
Seraphina laughed, a rich, melodic sound that echoed off the damp tiles. Her naked body was a temple of curves and gold jewelry. Her breasts were firm, the nipples pierced with delicate silver hoops that swayed as she moved closer to Elara. "Alaric is a man of vast appetites, darling. One woman is a meal; a harem is a feast. But don't worry. We aren't rivals. We are the only ones who truly understand what it's like to be under his thumb."
Seraphina reached out, her cool fingers steady as she finished unbuttoning Elara's blouse. She peeled the silk away, revealing the reddened marks on Elara's shoulders where Alaric's hands had been. When the bra came off, Elara's breasts spilled forward, heavy and aching from the earlier encounter.
"Oh, you are magnificent," Seraphina whispered, her eyes widening. She reached out, cupping both of Elara's breasts in her palms, lifting them. The weight of them made Elara moan softly. Seraphina began to knead the soft flesh, her thumbs flicking over the sensitive, swollen tips. "Look at how they jiggle. So much more... substantial than mine. No wonder he was so impatient with you."
Seraphina led her into the warm water of the pool. The heat surged through Elara, soothing the raw ache between her thighs, but the tension didn't fade-it shifted. In the water, Seraphina slid behind her, her smaller, firm breasts pressing against Elara's back.
"Alaric owns your contract," Seraphina whispered into her ear, her tongue tracing the shell of Elara's lobe. "But Julian Vane... he wants to own your spirit. He uses women to get to Alaric. You need to be prepared."
As she spoke, Seraphina's hand traveled underwater. Her fingers found the soft, sensitive folds of Elara's pussy, which was already pulsing again. The touch was different from Alaric's-gentler, more precise, exploring the slick heat with a curiosity that made Elara's head fall back against Seraphina's shoulder.
"Julian is coming to the gala tonight," Seraphina continued, her fingers sliding deep inside Elara, finding the rhythm of her internal throbbing. "He will try to provoke you. He will try to make you feel like a whore. But here, with me... you are a queen."
Elara's hips began to move in sync with Seraphina's hand. The water amplified every sensation, the friction of the liquid and the skin creating a vortex of pleasure. Her heavy breasts swayed in the water, the surface tension pulling at her nipples.
"I feel... I feel like I'm losing my mind," Elara gasped, her hands reaching back to grip Seraphina's thighs.
"Lose it," Seraphina encouraged, her pace quickening. "Let the pleasure take you. It's the only way to survive a man like Alaric. You have to become addicted to the fire."
Just as Elara reached the peak, the rhythmic clenching of her walls threatening to shatter her, a shadow appeared at the glass door of the spa. It was Kaelen, Alaric's head of security. He didn't look away; his gaze was professional yet intensely focused on the two women entwined in the water.
"Mr. Thorne wants you dressed in the gold gown in ten minutes," Kaelen said, his voice a low rumble. "The cars are waiting. And Elara... wear the diamonds. He wants everyone to see exactly how much you cost him."
Kaelen's eyes lingered on the way Elara's breasts broke the surface of the water, a sharp, dark hunger crossing his face before he turned and vanished.
