Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

Alexander’s P. O. V.

Damn it! Why did I want to stay with her, and why did it become so hard for me to leave her after fucking her? What was the reason for me wanting her to stop me? Why do I want to go back to her and sleep with her again? What the hell is wrong with me?

When she inquired, “Master, are you leaving?” Her pleading eyes silently implored me to halt and envelop her in an embrace.

Fuck! Fuck! I’m seriously going insane.

I sit in my large chair, smoking and staring at the wall, wondering. Eventually, I drift off to sleep right there, still contemplating my state of mind.

The next morning, I wake up to the sun streaming through the windows, and a smile creeps onto my face when I see Alice standing before me, wearing a cheerful smile.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Good morning, Master.” She greets me with a smile.

“Good morning,” I reply, getting up and yawning. “It’s not our usual time to meet. Why are you here so early in the morning?” I ask, glancing at the clock on the wall-it’s 7 o’clock.

“I just wanted to check on you. Now I’m going to make breakfast.” She responds and turns to leave. However, I stop her by stepping in front of her.

“You entered my room without my permission. Do you think you can just leave without my permission as well?” I raise an eyebrow at her, and she shakes her head, keeping her eyes lowered.

“I want a verbal response, Alice. Why do you always forget that?” I reprimand her.

“No, Master.” She answers, looking at me through her eyelashes.

“Don’t you think you deserve punishment for entering my room without permission?” As I inquire, her eyes enlarge. “Answer me.”

“Yes, Master.” She responds in a hushed tone, her voice barely audible.

“I’ll punish you tonight. Now you can go to prepare breakfast.” I order her in a stern tone.

I have been taking it easy with her for too long. It’s time to elevate things.

“Okay, Master.” She bows and leaves.

After freshening up, I head to my gym. I do push-ups, run on the treadmill, and lift weights. Once I’m done, I walk out of the gym, wiping the sweat off my face with a towel.

I make my way to the backyard and dive into the swimming pool and swim for a few minutes. As I come out of the pool, a maid is already there, waiting with a bathrobe and juice.

She helps me put on my bathrobe and hands me the juice. I take a sip, give it back to her, and head back to my room to get ready for the office.

Alice’s P. O. V.

“What is wrong with this man? He always finds reasons to punish me. I missed him, so I went to his room. I don’t know what punishment he’ll give me for this.” I’m engrossed in talking with myself while preparing the breakfast.

“Good morning, Alice.” Mia’s voice brings me back to reality.

“Good morning, Mia.” I wish her cheerily.

“You’re glowing today. What’s the reason?” She asks, raising her eyebrows, and my cheeks turn red as I recall the events of last night.

“Now you’re blushing. What’s the matter, Alice? Tell me, tell me.” She insists, getting excited.

“I lost my virginity.” I confess, hiding my face with my palms, feeling shy.

“What? Seriously? With whom?”

Should I tell her it was Alexander Sir?

No, no! What if she spits out the truth in front of Aunt Rosy?

“I can’t tell you right now, but I’ll tell you when the time comes.” I explain to her.

“Why can’t you just tell me, Alice?” She pouts with disappointment.

“Because it’s a secret.”

“You’re keeping the secret as if the Wilson brothers have claimed your innocence.” She jests and bursts into laughter, completely oblivious to the fact that her words hold the unexpected truth.

“Now, go to set the breakfast on the table.” I ask her to go because I don’t want her to get to know the truth.

“Yup, I should do it.” She nods and leaves.

***

While I’m preparing lunch, I receive a call from my Master. He asks me to meet him in his office.

So I head to his office, sitting in the car’s backseat with a smile on my face. I’ve been missing him. I’ve packed lunch for him today as well.

There’s some kind of excitement I feel whenever I’m with him. I never expected to be so delighted after becoming his submissive.

I reach his office and head straight to his cabin. After receiving his permission, I enter. He’s sitting behind his desk, and as he looks at me, he stands up and walks toward me with a smile on his face.

“Again lunch?” He asks as he notices the paper bag in my hand.

“Yes, Master.” I nod.

“Place it on the table and strip. Be quick because I have a meeting.” He orders me.

Is he going to have sex with me again?

The mere thought makes me wet with desire.

“Okay, Master.” I nod and go to place the bag on the table. I turn back to face him and start undressing. First, I remove my coat, then my dress, and finally my white lace lingerie, all the while his intense gaze remains fixed on me.

“Let your hair loose.” He orders in a polite tone.

Why does he want my hair down? I wonder.

“Okay.” I quickly unpin my hair, and as I remove the white hairband, my long dark brown hair falls down my back and shoulders.

“Beautiful.” My eyes widen in surprise as he compliments me, intensely gazing at my face.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just forget it.” He utters, approaching me.

My heart races with each step he takes toward me. He takes my hand in his and leads me to the office table. He lifts me off the floor by holding my waist and seats me on the edge of the table.

“Spread your legs.” As he commands, unbuckling his belt and undoing the button on his trousers.

My body burns with desire as I see the intensity in his eyes. God, why is he so irresistible?

As I splay my legs, staring at him with anticipation, he stands between my legs, quickening my heartbeat and making my breath heavy.

“You’re already so wet.” I close my eyes as he rubs his hand against my wet honeypot.

“Only for you, Master…” I respond with a moan as he enters his length deeply into me without warning, gripping my thighs. I scream, hurling my head back and holding onto his shoulders.

Damn! It feels amazing when he fills me with his hard shaft.

He gives me hard thrusts, pressing my tits and groaning, while I moan in pleasure, digging my nails into his skin.

I wrap my legs around his torso, pulling him deeper into me, feeling completely satisfied. He quickens his pace, pounding into me like a wild animal.

Oh God! Oh God! This is heaven.

Then he hastily pushes me onto the floor and bends me over the table before grasping my hands behind my back. I look at him over my shoulder. He takes off his tie, holding my hands together behind my back with his one hand, and then he bound my wrists with his tie.

He fucks me vigorously from behind, gripping my hair and pulling my head back. He presses his front body against my back body, entering completely into me, and then he nibbles my neck and shoulders.

He was gentle last night because it was my first time, but today he is rough and fast. To be honest, I enjoyed his gentleness yesterday, and today I’m enjoying his roughness as well.

What is happening to me? Whatever he does, I enjoy it.

Alexander’s P. O. V.

As I fuck Alice, pleasure coursing through my veins, I’m captivated by her. The way she moans, the way she surrenders to me completely-it only fuels my desire further. She’s becoming addicted to me, just as I am to her.

The sight of her bound wrists and her submissive posture just intensifies my dominant instincts. Her butterfly tattoo, nestled just below her chest, is a work of art that demands attention.

As I pull her body closer to mine, I feel her trembling beneath my touch, and I know she’s on the edge of ecstasy.

I push her closer to the brink with each forceful thrust, lost in the sound of our bodies colliding. The air is thick with desire, and the room echoes with our moans of pleasure. I can’t deny the intoxicating power Alice has over me, and the realization both excites and scares me.

As I continue to claim her, I can sense her surrendering to the pleasure, her body trembling. Her moans grow louder, and I know she’s reaching her climax. I hold her tightly, supporting her as waves of pleasure wash over her.

As we reach the peak of pleasure, our bodies shake uncontrollably in unison. The release is explosive, leaving us both breathless and sated. We cling to each other, trying to catch our breaths.

I untie her wrists, gently massaging the marks left by the tie.

She looks up at me with a mix of satisfaction and vulnerability in her eyes.

“Master,” she whispers, her voice filled with devotion and longing.

I caress her cheek, savouring the moment before reality comes crashing back. I remember the walls I’ve built around myself and the reason for never getting close to anyone.

As we straighten ourselves and fix our clothes, there’s a brief silence.

I swallow hard, my mind grappling with conflicting emotions. “You may go now, Alice.” I command.

She nods, her gaze lingering on me for a moment longer before she gathers her things and quietly exits the office.

Left alone, I lean against the table and engross myself in her thoughts.

What’s happening to me? What is she doing to me? I’m becoming addicted to her, unable to resist the allure she holds over me. I did not want this to go this far. These feelings for her were unexpected and unplanned.

But I should ignore my feelings and treat her like my submissive only because these feelings aren’t good for me.