Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

“No, Master. Please don’t punish me more.” I frantically plead, my voice filled with fear and anguish.

“You haven’t learned your lesson, Alice. So I’ll have to teach you another one.” He climbs down from the bed after saying this. Tears stream down my cheeks as I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing myself for what’s coming.

I’m fighting this monster and bearing all the torture for helping him. Can’t he see the depth of my care for him?

“No matter what, Master, I’ll always be there to help you.” I declare, my voice filled with determination as he takes something out of the drawer. Nothing, not even his punishments, can deter me from helping him.

“I’m certain you’ll reconsider helping me after this punishment.” He sneers after returning to me with an impish smile. Then he shows me something that scared the hell out of me.

He has nipple clamps in his hand. I don’t like them.

“Are you frightened, my little kitten?” He asks, fondling my tits and causing me to shiver with his touch.

“Master, please don’t use these on me because I’m already so sore and tired.” I beg, but he dismisses my words, caressing my breasts with the clamps. I gaze at him, my eyes pleading for mercy.

Why is he so cruel? And why am I developing feelings for him?

As he pinches my nipples, I close my eyes, preparing myself for the torment. When I feel a sharp pain on my nipple, I open my eyes to see that he has attached the clamp. He does the same to my other nipple.

Tears uncontrollably stream down my face. It’s not the pain from the clamps that hurt me the most, but his inability to see my suffering and his relentless punishment for helping him. He is truly heartless. How could I ever feel anything for someone like him? I despise myself.

He resumes thrusting into me, each deep and forceful penetration causing my tits to sway back and forth. Despite everything, I still feel a sense of pleasure from being filled by him.

“Will you help me, Alice?” He demands, his eyes burning with pure rage.

“Yes, Master, I will help you.” I answer, a faint smile gracing my lips. His punishments can’t stop me from helping him.

No, Master, my answer remains the same.

I don’t know where this newfound defiance comes from. It’s the first time I’m standing up to my Master so stubbornly.

“You’re making me angry, Alice.” He yells, tugging on the chain connected to the clamps, causing me to scream in pain.

Oh God, I can’t endure this any longer.

He presses the vibrator against my clit once more and continues with his forceful thrusts after releasing the chain.

Fuck! Will he ever give up? Or will I have to surrender once again today?

I climax once more because he fucks the shit out of me. I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I’ve experienced today.

“I’m asking you one last time, will you help me in the future?” He pulls the chain again, and a scream escapes my lips.

I am forced to surrender because I’ve realised that this monster will not stop until I agree to no longer help him.

“No, Master.” As I give up, he immediately withdraws the clamps and comes out of me. He unstraps my limbs, and I shed silent tears, closing my eyes.

He triumphed today as well. He finally compelled me to stop helping him, and I’ve realized that this monster will go to any lengths to win and will never change. I will suppress my feelings from now on and wait for him to release me from this relationship.

“Rest for a while. I’ll be back.” He leaves the room after saying this, and I sob, curling myself into a small ball. A profound ache fills my heart as I realize he revels in dominating women and will go to any length to do so.

“Stop crying, Alice! From the beginning, you knew he is a monster. It’s your fault that you allowed yourself to develop feelings for him and let those feelings grow stronger with time.” I murmur, wiping away my tears with my hands.

“Ah!” I struggle to get out of bed, screaming in pain, but I soon collapse back onto the bed. My body is in excruciating pain, and I am utterly drained of energy.

‘I don’t know what punishment he will inflict for sleeping on his bed with him.’ I drift off to sleep with this thought.

***

After a few four hours, I arise. I’m feeling better now. My gaze falls upon my Master, sitting in the chair and smoking.

His existence revolves around two things: punishing me and smoking.

As he notices that I have awoken, he rises from the chair and walks over to me.

“How are you feeling now, Alice?” He asks, and I can see a hint of concern in his eyes.

Why is he suddenly concerned about me?

I roll my eyes. I can’t believe he punished me for helping him. Who punishes someone for helping them?

“Alice, I’m asking you something. Why do you always forget that I expect an immediate response from you?” He growls, leaning over me with an intimidating presence. His voice is rough and gravelly, sending shivers down my spine. I feel trapped and vulnerable, with nowhere to hide.

Fuck! Now he is angry again. I must respond to him.

“I’m fine now, Master.” I answer with a hint of reluctance, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Good! Now get dressed and come to my room.” He commands, straightening up.

I just nod, and he glares at me.

“Okay, Master.” As I answer him verbally, he exists the room.

Even after being in a relationship with him for two weeks, I still sometimes forget that I always have to answer him verbally.

He and his rules will drive me insane one day.

After hurriedly putting on my dress and heels, I make my way to the Master’s room.

I can’t believe I was developing feelings for this monster. Thank goodness he revealed his true evil nature in time.

I knock on the door, and upon receiving his permission, I step into his room.

He is lying shirtless on the bed, a white duvet covering his legs.

Why is this monster so attractive? Despite feeling so sore, my body responds to him, becoming aroused as I gaze upon his tempting physique.

“If you’re done ogling at my body, come here.” He remarks, smirking and pointing to a spot beside the bed. A red hue creeps onto my face as I realize I was gawking at him.

I approach him and stand beside his bed, keeping my eyes down on the floor in embarrassment.

“So, your punishment for sleeping on my bed last night is that you will sleep on the floor in my room for a week.” He declares my punishment, and I breathe a sigh of relief, as sleeping on the floor isn’t too difficult for me since I am always exhausted enough to sleep anywhere.

“Okay, Master.” I give him a meek nod in acceptance.

He watches me for a moment, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his eyes, before turning away and walking toward his dresser.

As he retrieves a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, I wonder how I ended up in this situation. How did I allow myself to develop feelings for someone so cruel, devoid of empathy? The answer remains elusive, lost in a tangle of conflicting emotions.

He lights a cigarette and takes a long drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke that hangs in the air between us. The scent lingers, mingling with the tension that has become a constant presence in this room.

“Lie down.” He commands, gesturing to the mattress kept on the right side of his bed. I take off my heels and lie down.

He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on me as he smokes in silence. I can’t read the thoughts behind his eyes-whether there is a fleeting hint of remorse or something else. It’s a futile effort to understand the mind of a monster.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Minutes pass, filled only with the sound of his inhales and exhales, and the occasional creak of the bed. The weight of his presence engulfs the room, and I try to understand him.