Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

I leave Master’s cabin and make my way to the washroom to tie up my hair. As I stand in front of the mirror, a smile spread across my lips as I recall his compliment.

The encounter with him has left me breathless, my body still throbbing with pleasure. But there’s also confusion and a sense of longing that tugs at my heart.

What is happening to me? I’ve willingly surrendered myself to him, allowing him to dominate me in ways I never thought possible. But it’s not just the physical connection that consumes me-it’s the depth of my feelings for him.

I knew from the beginning that this arrangement was temporary, that he wouldn’t be mine to keep. Yet, with each passing day, the desire to be more than just his submissive grows stronger. The glimpse of tenderness he showed last night and the raw passion he unleashed today has made me crave more.

But I also know his demons haunt him. The punishment he inflicts on me, the walls he erects-it’s all a reflection of his internal struggles. And yet, I hope I can be the one to heal his wounds, to offer him solace.

However, I must be careful because I can’t afford to lose myself completely in this tangled web of desire and emotions. For now, I’ll continue to serve him, to fulfil his needs, and perhaps in time, he will see that there is more to our connection than just dominance and submission.

After tying my hair, I leave the office and reach the mansion. I yearn for his presence, for his touch that ignites a fire within me.

I decide to take a nap before preparing dinner. The exhaustion from our encounters and the anticipation of what awaits me both physically and emotionally weigh on me.

***

Master: Be ready for your punishment, kitten.

I pout after reading Master’s message, standing in the kitchen.

I don’t know now what punishment he has thought. A mixture of excitement and nervousness courses through me.

With a soft sigh, I respond to his message.

Me: Okay, Master.

I place the phone in the pocket of my apron, my heart fluttering with anticipation. The message from my Master that I should be ready for my punishment has sparked a range of emotions within me.

As I continue to prepare dinner, my thoughts drift back to our encounters and the complex emotions they evoke.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Today, the kitchen feels different. The anticipation of the punishment lingers in the air, adding a layer of tension to the atmosphere. The sound of sizzling oil and the rhythmic chopping of the knife match the tempo of my racing heart.

***

I enter his room at 9 o’clock after getting his permission.

He sits on the edge of the bed, dressed in a white shirt and black trousers. His forearms and bare chest are on full display as he has unbuttoned the top of his shirt and rolled up the sleeves. He never fails to captivate me with his appearance.

As he lifts his gaze to meet mine, he stands up.

“Today I’m going to take you to my BDSM room.” He tells me, striding towards me.

“What is BDSM room?” I inquire, perplexed.

He had mentioned BDSM before, but I remain uncertain about its meaning.

“You know in what relationship we are?” As he asks, I shake my head, clueless.

“No, I don’t know.”

“We’re in a BDSM relationship. Bondage, Dominance, Submission and Sadomasochism. I’m your dominant, and you’re my submissive. I have a special room for BDSM sessions. Different BDSM toys, furniture, and equipment are available in that room. It is referred to as a playroom, red room, or dungeon.” He explains, circling me.

Oh, so we’re in this relationship. It sounds crazy, but it’s thrilling. Now, my excitement at visiting the room grows, although I remain somewhat confused about the BDSM toys.

“Any question, Alice?” He asks, arching his brows at me.

“What are those toys?” I ask him.

“You’ll get to know.” As I nod, he orders me, “Now follow me.”

He leads the way out of the room, and I meekly follow him. As he takes me towards the playroom, a swarm of butterflies flutters in my stomach.

He unlocks the door, and its sound raises goosebumps all over my body. I enter inside behind him, and as he switches on the lights, my eyes widen, seeing the things in the room which I have never seen before. There are different types of furniture: a chair with straps and a hole in the middle, a bench, a table, a bondage bed, an X-cross, and a few more. Shelves line the walls, displaying an array of intimidating equipment.

“Done looking at the things, Kitten?” He asks, standing in front of me.

“Yes, Master.” I answer, nodding my head.

“So strip.” He orders before settling on the sofa.

I undress in front of him, and he gazes at my body with lust in his eyes, as always. His intense gaze turns my cheeks a rosy shade, and he resembles a Greek god with a salacious smile on his face.

When I stand completely naked in front of him with my heels only, he rises and strides towards me. My heartbeat quickens with every step he takes towards me.

After coming closer to my face, he instructs in a commanding tone, “Alice, when I ask you to strip, I expect you to let your hair open as well.”

He removes my hairband, allowing my hair to cascade down my back and shoulders, causing my breath to hitch because of our proximity.

This man drives me insane!

I yearn for his closeness as soon as he moves away from me.

“Now tell me, Alice, why have I brought you here?” He questions, folding his arms across his chest. The husky sound of him saying my name always sends shivers through my entire body.

“To punish me, Master.” My words come out as a whisper.

“Why?” He arches his brows at me, his intense gaze and voice making me wet with desire.

“Because I entered your room without your permission, Master.” I tell him.

“Next time, I’ll make sure that you won’t even blink without my permission.” As he declares, fear courses through my trembling body.

What is he planning to do with me today?

I shouldn’t worry because I can use the safe word and stop him if I can’t take it. So I should relax because I have the power to stop him.

He takes hold of my hand and guides me towards the X-cross. He secures my wrists and ankles to it, leaving me bound in a spread-eagle position.

My breathing grows heavy as I gaze at him with anticipation. The feeling of complete surrender to his control always ignites my desires.

Before meeting with him, I never thought I would enjoy being bound. Becoming his submissive has introduced me to a new version of myself, and it is pretty intriguing. He has made my mundane life thrilling. Each day holds something new and exciting for me.

Whether he punishes me or pleases me, I relish every moment.

I close my eyes and moan as he fondles my tits before taking them into his mouth with a firm suction. A scream escapes my lips when he pinches one nipple and bites on the other, sending intense shivers down to my dripping core.

He withdraws, leaving me yearning for his touch.

“It’s time to punish you, Miss Alice.” He states and marches towards one of the shelves.

He returns to me with a devilish grin, hiding something behind his back. Curiosity consumes me as I gaze at him.

“Do you want to know what I’m holding, Alice?” As he asks, I instantly nod.

“I want a verbal response, Alice. I don’t like to repeat myself.” He roughly pinches my nipple and stretches it, causing me to yelp in pain.

“I’m sorry, Master.” As I apologise, he immediately leaves my nipple, allowing me to breathe a sigh of relief.

“I was taking it slow with you because everything was new, but now that you’re becoming familiar with it all, no more special treatment.” He states with seriousness.

So, that explains why he’s being so rough with me today. But I’m enjoying it.

Finally, he reveals what he’s been concealing behind his back, an impish smile adorning his face.