Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

Alexander’s P. O. V.

At a quarter past nine, I turn the doorknob and enter my room. The moonlight is coming through the parted curtains and casting a silvery glow across the space.

Alice stands with her back turned, lost in thought, her delicate fingers tracing patterns on the windowpane. The gentle night breeze plays with her locks, causing them to dance and sway.

As I switch on the lights, she turns toward me. Her eyes appear devoid of their usual shine, and her face has lost its previous radiance. I think it’s because of Aunt Rose, she is still upset.

I stroll towards her, and my eyes widen in shock upon noticing marks on her chin.

Who did this to my kitten?

I frown and clutch my hands in rage.

Nobody can leave such marks on my belongings. Whoever is responsible must face the consequences of harming what is mine.

Curiosity mixed with concern, I stroke the marks on her chin with my thumb as I inquire, “Who did this?” In response, she closes her eyes, and a lone tear escapes, rolling down her cheek.

“Tell me, Alice.” I urge, gently wiping away her tear.

She slowly opens her eyes and answers me, “Your girlfriend.” Shock overtakes me, causing my eyes to dilate.

“What? I don’t have a girlfriend, Alice. What are you saying?” I enquire, annoyed.

“But I assumed that woman was your girlfriend because she claimed you were hers and warned me to stay away from you.” As I process this revelation, my anger intensifies, and my eyes become bloodshot.

How dare anyone claim ownership over me? No individual holds the right to own me. That woman has to pay for her deeds.

“When did this happen?”

“When I left out of your cabin, I bumped into that woman. She saw a hickey on my neck and flared up.” As Alice informs me this, I understand right away that the person is Kelly, my assistant, because she showed up at my cabin as soon as Alice left.

That bitch won’t go unpunished. I need to remind her of her place. She thinks she owns me and has harmed my kitten. She must face the consequences of her actions.

“Alice, she’s just my assistant, and I will make sure she learns her lesson to cross the line with me. Next time, come to me right away if someone mistreats you.” As I instruct her, she nods at me, wiping her tear.

“Okay, Master.”

“Why didn’t you fight back with her?” The words emerge from my mouth before I could even think.

“I thought you would be angry if I argued with your girlfriend.” I can feel the innocence in her voice when she answers me.

This girl is so damn naive!

“It’s important to stand up for yourself if someone hurts you.” I explain to her, placing my hand on her face.

As my thumb caresses the marks on her chin, she poses a question without hesitation, “Does that mean I should have resisted you last night?”

Her question catches me off guard, and I take a moment to respond.

“No, you didn’t need to fight back against me last night. The situation was different, and you didn’t have a choice. Besides, it seemed like you enjoyed it because you were dripping wet after your punishment.” My lips twist into a smirk, and her cheeks turn scarlet red.

“I’m not sure why I liked it. I shouldn’t have liked it. It feels wrong.” She confesses, her voice filled with uncertainty.

“In this world, Alice, there is no universal right or wrong. It’s about accepting what you enjoy and exploring yourself.” I explain in a soft tone, placing my hand gently on her face. I want her to understand that there is no absolute morality, and she should embrace her desires without judgment.

When did I become so polite? Why the fuck I’m explaining to her? She is just my submissive, and I can’t be polite to anyone. I’m a heartless monster.

As I withdraw my hand from her face, a solemn expression takes over, and I command in a stern tone. “Strip.”

She nods and takes off her dress, revealing her flawless body with no hesitation this time. The butterflies inked below her chest are so tempting.

“I don’t want to see any piece of cloth hiding your body. Take off everything.” I order her and turn my back towards her before removing my blazer and rolling up my white shirt sleeves to my elbows.

I turn towards her, and as I see her completely naked, my lips curve into a salacious smile and my hardness throb inside my pants.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

She is so irresistible.

Her gaze remains fixed upon the floor, revealing a bashful demeanour, causing her cheeks to flush with a cheerful shade of red. She clenches her hands, resisting the urge to shield her wet crotch from view.

Good! I like this self-control.

I stroll over to her, leering at her body with desire in my eyes. She stands in front of me without wearing heels for the first time; I feel like a giant towering over her. I realise she is so small compared to me.

My tiny kitten!

“Are you ready to get your first orgasm, Alice?” As I cup her tits, she closes her eyes in response.

“Yes, Master…” she moans as I massage her tits and give her nipples a slight pinch by takings them between my fingers and thumbs.

I withdraw my hands and order her, “Lie down on the bed and spread your legs for your Master.”

She gives me a hesitant nod and walks closer to the bed as I gawk at her bare, round buttocks. I like them the most. They fit perfectly in my palms as if they were created for them.

I walk up to her and sit beside her as she lies down. I first secure her wrists to the corners of the bed, then her ankles.

I restrain her in a spread-eagle position, with her legs spread wide and her gleaming pussy exposed to me. Today she is under my intense control. I feel like to fuck her right now because I’m so damn hard.

“Why did you tie me?” She looks at me with her eyes full of innocence.

“I enjoy binding women in multiple positions. My major turn-on is keeping them under my control.” I answer her and stand in front of her to admire my artwork.

“How are you feeling, kitten?” I stare at her with my eyes full of lust.

For the first time, I’m curious to know how my submissive feels after being tied up.

“I’m feeling some kind of excitement to be under your full control, Master. I’m getting turned on in entirely novel ways because of it.” She responds, perplexed by how she feels.

“Aren’t you scared because I can do anything with you?” As I inquire, stroking my stubble, my lips draw up to a mischievous smile.

“I should be, but to my surprise, I’m not scared even a bit.” As she gives me an honest answer, my smile broadens.

“You can tell me your safe word.”

“Safe word?” Her brows pinch in confusion.

“You can stop me from what I’m doing to you in our session by using the safe word. It’s the rule of the BDSM relationship in which we are. Submissive has the advantage of stopping her Master by using her safe word.” As I explain to her, she makes O mouth.

How can anybody look so adorable in this position?

“So tell me your safe word, Alice.”

“Jelly.”

“Why Jelly?” I arch my brows at her.

“Because it was the first word that comes into my mind.” She giggles, and I just shake my head.

“Okay, now let’s proceed further.” My tone turns solemn as I speak, crawling over her.

“I have a question.” As I attack her neck, she intrudes.

“I’ll answer your question on one condition.” I raise my face from her neck and give her an impish smile.

“What?”

“If you ask me any question, I’ll delay your orgasm for one more day. Do you want it?” As I inquire, she immediately shakes her head, and I let out a devilish chuckle.

She closes her eyes as I begin rubbing her wet crotch slowly. Then I attack her tits and increase the speed of my hand.

As I suck her nipples hard while massaging her clit with vigour in circulation motion, she moans, throwing her head and begging me, “Please don’t stop.”

I glance at her. She is hurling her head left and right, stretching her bound hands.

A scream escapes from her mouth as I ease my finger into her virgin tight hole while rubbing her clit with my thumb.

I slowly slide my finger in and out of her before accelerating the speed and adding my other finger as well. I never stop massaging her clit with my thumb, and she emits moans of sexual ecstasy, trying to move her body and stretching her limbs.

I multiple times jab my fingers into her hole and rub her aching clit with full speed and strength, and she explodes, yelling and arching her back.

I give a few slight spanks between her thighs to relax her throbbing crotch, and she lies down, panting after having the first intense orgasm of her life.

As I unstrap her wrists and ankles, she squeezes her legs. She takes deep breaths while keeping her eyes closed.

I rise from bed and go to the table to pick up a box of cigarettes. I light a cigarette and begin smoking after leaning against my chair while she regains her energy after her intense orgasm. She slowly opens her eyes and looks at me.

“So how was your first orgasm, kitten?” I ask her after withdrawing the cigarette from my mouth and exhaling the smoke in the air.

She says, her voice filled with gratitude and satisfaction. “It was incredible, Master. Thank you.” A smug smile touches my lips after listening to her words.

When my submissive expresses appreciation for the pleasure I bestow upon her, it brings me a unique and gratifying delight.

“I’m going to freshen up, and I don’t want to see you here when I come out.” I give stern instructions to her, the power in my voice conveys my authority, leaving no room for disobedience.

She lowers her gaze with a nod, a subtle display of submission.

I turn away, leaving her to obey my instructions while I make my way to the bathroom.