Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

As I finish preparing lunch, my mind is consumed with anticipation of my upcoming meeting with my Master at his office. The thought of being in his presence again, feeling his dominance and control, sends shivers down my spine. I can’t deny the allure and the strange pleasure that comes from submitting to him.

After putting the finishing touches on the meal, I quickly freshen up, making sure I look presentable for him. With each passing minute, my excitement grows, and I can feel the dampness between my thighs, a constant reminder of my heightened arousal.

As I step outside the mansion, I see a sleek black car waiting for me; the driver holding the door open. I enter the vehicle, feeling a mix of apprehension and desire.

Nervous silence fills the car on the drive to the Master’s office, the anticipation intensifying with every passing street.

Finally, we arrive at our destination, and the driver opens the door for me. I step out onto the pavement, taking in the impressive building before me. The sleek architecture and imposing presence of the office only heighten my excitement.

As the glass door slides open, I enter the vast building, my heart pounding in my chest. Clad in a maid uniform concealed beneath a black coat, I clutch the paper bag containing lunch for my Master.

Where is his cabin? Whom should I ask?

I make my way to the reception area, where a receptionist greets me with a polite smile.

“May I help you?” She asks, her voice pleasant and professional.

“I’m here to meet Mr. Alexander.” I reply, my voice slightly trembling with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

“Allow me a moment to confirm with him, ma’am. Please wait.” As she states, I give her a slight nod.

She contacts Mr Alexander via the intercom and asks me, “What’s your name, Mam?”

“I’m Alice.” I reply right away.

“Sir, there is a young lady named Alice who claims to have an appointment with you.” She informs him.

He responds, though his words remain inaudible to me.

“Very well, sir.” She concludes the conversation and directs her attention back to me.

“Ma’am, Mr Alexander’s cabin is on the top floor. There is a staff elevator.” With a wave of her hand, she points out the lift.

“Thank you.” I politely thank her before strolling towards the elevator.

The elevator doors slide open with a pleasant ding, allowing me access to the lift. I step inside and press the button for the top floor. As the doors close, the elevator begins its ascent.

Finally, I reach the top floor, and the elevator doors open to a spacious and tastefully decorated reception area. The atmosphere is filled with an air of professionalism and power, making me aware of the nature of Master’s work.

A secretary behind the reception desk looks up as I approach, her gaze lingering on me for a moment before she speaks.

“Mr Alexander is expecting you. Please have a seat, and he will be with you shortly.”

I nod, thanking her, and take a seat in one of the plush chairs, my nerves and excitement mingling within me. The minutes tick by slowly, heightening my anticipation. The sound of phones ringing and hushed conversations in the background only serve to amplify my longing for Master’s presence.

Finally, the secretary gestures for me to enter as she buzzes me through the office doors.

As I push the door open and step into the cabin, I take a moment to gather myself. My eyes immediately land on him, sitting behind the table, completely absorbed in his laptop.

The way his tailored suit clings to his well-toned physique hints at a dedication to physical fitness. The crisp lines of his shirt and the slight peek of a toned chest beneath only add to his irresistible allure.

With his well-groomed hair and chiselled jawline, he exudes a rugged attractiveness that leaves me breathless. His piercing gaze, focused and intense, holds a hint of dominance, letting me know that he’s accustomed to taking charge.

The way he leans back in his chair, his confident and commanding presence, sends a wave of desire through you.

His lips, slightly parted as he focuses on his work, are full and inviting, beckoning to be kissed. A light stubble on his well-defined jaw adds a touch of ruggedness, contrasting perfectly with his polished appearance.

Every detail about him, from his striking features to his confident demeanour, leaves me unable to resist the magnetic pull he has on me.

He raises his eyes from the laptop to me, and his brows furrow in fury.

What happened to him?

He rises from the chair, slamming his hands on the table. “Who asked you to come wearing this shit over your maid uniform?” He yells at me, and I flinch, clutching the strap of the paper bag.

He approaches me, taking long strides and clutches my arms. “Answer me.” He draws me towards himself, digging his nails into my skin. His icy glare is palpable and I feel a chill run down my spine. It’s hurting me a bit.

“I’m sorry, Master. The dress is too revealing, and I just don’t like it if someone leers at my body. That’s why I wore the coat over it.” I tell him the truth.

As he releases my arms and nods, I breathe a sigh of relief.

“And what are you carrying in this?” He inquires, pointing at the paper bag.

“It’s lunchtime, so I have brought lunch for you.” I hold out the bag to him.

“Who asked you to bring this?” He asks in a sharp tone, raising his brows at me.

Oh God, who gets angry like this if someone brings lunch for him?

“No one. I just thought you might be hungry.” I answer him.

I’m such an idiot, I shouldn’t have brought lunch for this grouchy monster.

“Just do as I ask.” He instructs in a firm tone, and I just nod, angry at myself for thinking about him.

“Now keep this on the table.” I nod and walk towards the table.

When I lean forward to keep the bag on the table, he leans over me, pressing his front body against my back, and my heart races. I can feel his warm breath on my neck; he always steals my breath with his proximity.

“Don’t you like it when I leer at your body?” He asks in a whispering tone in my ear.

“To-to my su…surprise I like it, Master.” I close my eyes and stumble over my words as he slips his hands into my dress from behind and cups my buttocks.

“Alice, I need you to tell me the answer in vivid detail.” He orders, squeezing my buttocks, eliciting a moan from me.

“I feel good when you gaze at my body, Master.” I respond, my breathing heavy.

“I wanted you to describe, Alice.” I gasp as he gives a sudden spank on my buttock. “Was your answer in detail?” He questions, fondling my hips.

He drives me to the brink of insanity.

Before I can answer him, his lips brush against the back of my neck, and his hands move to the front, exploring between my legs. My heartbeat quickens with each passing second.

I emit a loud moan as he takes my skin between his teeth and clenches it while his hands rub my crotch with great vigour, driving me wild.

This man is the death of me!

He pulls away from me, leaving his mark on the side of my neck and leaving me unsatisfied. I squeeze my thighs to ease my throbbing core.

The sensation is so damn intense.

“My work is done. Now you can go.” As he says, I stand up straight and slowly turn around. He walks over to his chair and settles down.

So he called me merely to leave his mark on my body.

“Have a nice day, sir.” I leave his cabin after bowing in front of him.

As I make my way to the elevator, I clench my legs together, longing for release. However, this monster is deliberately, again and again, rubbing me and leaving me on the edges.

I return to the earth as I bump into a woman who is decked up in an exposed dress.

She glances at the hickey on my neck and then glares at me. “Who are you?”

“I’m Alexander Sir’s Maid.” I reply, taken aback as she yanks my head back by clenching my hair.

“Just stay away from him. Alexander is mine.” She clenches my jaw and digs her sharp nails into my skin.

Tears flow down my face as she rips my hair and oozes blood from my skin. I struggle to prise her hands away from me.

Why is she so enraged? Why does she claim Alexander Sir as her own? Could she be his girlfriend?

As this thought enters my mind, a sharp pain pierces my heart, and fresh tears stain my cheeks.

“Mark my words, or I will kill you.” She warns before storming into Master’s cabin, giving me a final menacing glare.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

I don’t understand why I feel so hurt. He isn’t my boyfriend. He is my Master, and he can have a girlfriend. I have no right to intervene. It shouldn’t affect me.

I come to the washroom to compose myself.

I take a deep breath, but the pain in my chest lingers. I trace my fingers over the hickey on my neck, a bittersweet reminder of the intensity between my Master and me. However, the reality hits me hard-I have no right to feel hurt or possessive. He is not mine to claim.

The sting of jealousy gnaws at me, even though I know it’s irrational. I’m just his maid, a mere servant fulfilling his desires. I shouldn’t allow myself to become emotionally entangled. But it’s easier said than done.

As I wash my face in the restroom, my gaze meets my reflection in the mirror. I can’t help but feel a surge of conflicting emotions. The marks left by her nails serve as a visible reminder of his commitment to someone else.

A faint smile tugs at the corners of my lips as my eyes catch sight of the hickey, a token of his desire for me. Yet, as quickly as the smile appears, it fades away, replaced by a deep ache. I remind myself again that he is not my boyfriend. I have no right to expect anything more from him.

But it hurts. It hurts to see him with someone else, even though I have no claim on him. The pain is a constant companion, a silent reminder of my position and the boundaries that exist between us.

I remind myself that I am just his maid, here to serve and fulfil his demands. Any emotional attachment I may have developed is futile and misplaced. I need to maintain my professionalism and keep my distance. No matter how much it hurts, I must bury these emotions deep within and remain committed to my role.

As I exit the restroom, I push aside the lingering hurt and focus on my duties. I remind myself that my purpose is to serve Alexander, regardless of any personal feelings that may arise.