Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

As he sweeps me off my feet into his muscular arms, I feel a rush of excitement. He carries me over to the edge of the table and sets me down, his eyes locked onto mine.

The sound of his breathing is heavy and steady as he undresses himself. I stare at his chiselled physique, every muscle defined. I feel a warmth spreading throughout my body as I watch him, completely mesmerised by his beauty.

Each time I glimpse his enticing body, my breath catches. He is incredibly seductive.

I bite my lower lip as he pulls off his underwear, revealing his hardness. It’s visible he’s as horny as I am.

“Do you like what you see, love?” He purrs in a husky voice, seizing both of my legs and drawing me closer to him. I wrap my legs around his waist without hesitation, and when I feel his hardness against my wetness, I close my eyes in anticipation.

“Yes, I love it so much.” I confess, encircling my arms around his neck.

“Alexander…” My voice trembles with desire as I moan his name when he shoves himself into me without warning, his grip on my waist firm.

God, this is sheer ecstasy! He’s buried deep within me, and each of his passionate thrusts drives me insane with pleasure.

He leans in, sinking his teeth into my neck while clutching my hair, delivering vigorous thrusts that leave me moaning uncontrollably. His groans in my ear are like sweet music.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

As he increases the speed of his movements, the table beneath us shakes, intensifying the pleasure coursing through my body. I feel knots of pleasure building in my stomach, my skin tightening against his hardness. It’s clear he’s also on the verge of climax. My eyes are shut, and I’m lost in the ecstasy, just moaning.

“Open your eyes, love.” He commands, and I immediately comply. We lock eyes with an intense gaze.

“Cum for me.” As he commands, groaning and delivering a final powerful thrust, we climax together and our bodies tremble with ecstasy.

I rest my head on his shoulder, panting after our passionate encounter, feeling him still deep inside me.

Suddenly, he places me on the floor, turns me around, and bends me over the table with, leaving me shocked. He pulls off his tie and binds my hands behind my back in a swift motion.

“I’m not finished with you yet, love.” He leans over me and whispers in my ear, biting my earlobe and tugging on my hair. He lifts my head and I emit a soft moan.

“Spread your legs,” He orders, swatting my buttocks.

As I widen my legs for him, he thrusts into me fully in one stroke, holding my waist in a firm grip. His relentless pace and the way his balls strike against my clit from behind drive me wild.

He pounds me vigorously, smacking my buttocks, reddening them with each strike. He grasps my tied hands with one hand and grabs my hair with the other, delivering forceful thrusts that leave me moaning in ecstasy.

This is undoubtedly my reward.

He places his palms on my mouth and raises my face from the table. His rough thrusts shake the table, causing some items to fall to the floor because of the intensity of our passion.

His palm muffles my moan as I tighten around him. Damn! I’m again gonna explode.

“Release for me, baby.” He groans from behind me, pinning my face to the table by gripping my neck from behind.

We climax together once more. My legs quiver from the intense climax, and both of us are left panting and breathless.

“God! I can’t get enough of you, love. You’re irresistible.” He whispers in my ear, still deep inside me. My eyes remain closed, and I relish the sensation of him within me.

He releases my hands and turns me around after withdrawing from me. At this moment, I still feel incomplete, craving more of him. He drives me wild with desire, and I adore this craziness of mine.

“I want more.” I demand, drawing nearer to him.

“Who said I was done?” He replies with a smirk.

His words cause my eyes to widen in shock. “I thought you were finished.”

“No, love, it’s just the beginning.” He declares, pinning me against a large glass wall and grinding against me, stealing my breath away.

Then he enters me once more and pressed the vibrator on my clit at its highest speed, driving me mad with immense pleasure. I didn’t even notice when he picked up the vibrator; I was completely lost in him.

He continues to pound into me, and my sore clit vibrates with pleasure. Today, he’s overwhelming me with ecstasy, bringing me close to my fourth climax.

He withdraws from me, removes the vibrator, and replaces it with the touch of his long fingers on my already sensitive area. I squirt with force onto his fingers, becoming breathless, and he spanks my spot three times as I climax. It’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

“Seeing you squirt on my fingers is unbelievably hot, kitten.” He remarks, causing a red hue to appear on my face. I blush every time he says such things.

He just smiles at my reaction and turns me around once again, pinning my front body to the glass wall.

As I notice employees working outside, I am consumed with worry, thinking that they can look inside from the glass wall.

“Don’t worry, love! They can’t see us, but we can see them. Just imagine they’re watching us while I claim your pussy.” His words take my breath away, while his hand continues to rub my sensitive bud and his face brushes into my hair.

His voice exudes a different kind of satisfaction as he speaks those words. I can hardly imagine them watching us, but his words ignite my desires further.

“Oh God, you drive me crazy, love.” He confesses in a husky, low voice, pounding into me from behind and pinning my hands against the glass wall.

My legs shake violently from the continuous extreme pleasure. The room resounds with our moans, groans, and the rhythmic sound of our bodies coming together.

Again and again, the thought crosses my mind-what if they are indeed watching us? It’s a strange feeling. I can never get intimate with him in public.

He thrusts into me, targeting my G-spot directly, bringing me closer to another orgasm. We climax together once more, for what I believe to be the last time.

***

Now, he helps me put on my dress, tying the knot of it with the affection before planting a tender kiss on my shoulder. He gently arranges my hair, making me feel incredibly special with his gestures.

He turns me around and declares, “I love you, Alice,” before pressing his lips to my forehead.

“I love you more, Alexander.”

We become lost in each other, our foreheads touching. A peaceful smile on our faces shows we are each other’s happiness.

“Now, when you get home, you’ll rest. No work at all.” He gives me strict instructions.

“But I want to cook dinner for you.” I protest, pouting.

“I said no work.” He warns again, leaving me with no other option but to agree.

“Okay, baby.” I give him a meek nod.

“Now, we’re both hungry. Let’s eat together.” He suggests as he picks up the paper bag from the table.

We settle down on the sofa and enjoy our lunch. He feeds me with his hands, and I feel blessed to have him in my life. I never want to lose this man, no matter what.