Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

Alexander’s P. O. V.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

After a long day of work, I arrive back home, feeling exhausted both mentally and physically. The events of the day replay in my mind, but one thought remains constant-Alice.

I realize that raising my voice at her was unjustified. Just because she is my submissive does not give me the right to shout at her constantly.

Filled with remorse, I make my way to my room, pondering over my actions.

As I enter, I notice Alice sitting on the sofa, engrossed in her phone. As I clear my throat, I capture her attention, and she immediately stands up.

“Sir, when did you arrive?” She asks, her eyes fixed on me.

“Just now, while you were busy on the phone.” I reply, sinking heavily into my chair and closing my eyes, resting my head against the backrest. “I’m completely worn out.”

“Shall I massage your shoulders, Master?” As she offers to give me a massage with genuine concern, I open my eyes.

“Okay.” I respond, nodding in agreement because I am truly in need of some relaxation.

She guides me to the sofa by holding my hand. “Could I take off your coat, Master?” She asks in a polite tone, and I just give her a nod in approval.

She stands behind me and pulls off my coat while I take off my already loosened tie and undo the first few buttons of my white shirt.

“You can sit on the sofa now.” She instructs, and I comply, settling down while she positions herself behind me.

As she drapes her hands over my shoulders, I close my eyes, surrendering to the soothing sensation. She slowly massages my shoulders, gently squeezing my tense muscles in the perfect way and kneading away the stress from my body. She truly has magic in her hands.

She has an extraordinary talent, whether it’s preparing delicious meals or providing an incredible handjob or massaging my back.

I revel in the experience, a beatific smile spreading across my face.

“You’re exceptionally good at this, Alice.” I praise her.

“Thank you, Master.” She thanks me in a cheerful voice, applying gentle pressure to my shoulders.

After getting satisfied, I ask her to stop. She moves to stand in front of me, waiting for my next command.

“Bring my dinner here.” As I order her, she bows in front of me and leaves the room.

***

I emerge from the bathroom feeling refreshed, and find Alice returning with a kitchen trolley.

As she bends down to arrange the dinner on the table, a mischievous thought crosses my mind, and I lock my gaze on her buttocks. I casually walk towards her and smack her buttocks, causing her to jump in surprise.

“Keep doing your work while I do mine.” I command, sliding my hands up her hips beneath her dress. I erotically fondle her hips and delight in the way her body responds, and her soft moans bring a smug smile to my face.

When she straightens up to pick up another bowl from the trolley, I withdraw my hands. However, as she bends down again, I can’t resist the temptation and slide my hands up her thighs, exploring further. Her body trembles under my touch, telling how aroused she is.

“Please, Master, stop or else I won’t be able to arrange the dinner on the table.” I frown as she pleads.

“Silence.” I respond in a stern tone, smacking her crotch over the fabric of her underwear, and she moans, jumping.

“I can do what I want, Alice, and no one can interfere. Never forget this.” I chide her, squeezing her crotch firmly, causing her to cry out in pain.

“I’m sorry, Master.” As she apologises, I withdraw my hand.

“Now, continue your work.” I order, giving her a slight hit on her hips, before settling back onto the sofa.

She places the plate in front of me, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I smile, savouring the effect I have on her.

She stands beside the sofa and watches as I have my dinner.

However, upon taking the first bite of the garlic broccoli, I immediately spit it out onto the plate because it was so spicy. My mouth is on fire after eating it.

“What happened, Master?” Alice asks, concern etched on her face.

“It’s ridiculously spicy!” I yell at her, and she immediately fills a glass of water and hands it to me.

I hastily drink the water and slam the glass onto the table in frustration. How could she make such a mistake? I’m certain she didn’t cook this broccoli because everything else she prepares is always perfect.

“Who cooked this shit, Alice?” I stand up and question her, glaring with intensity.

“I cooked this. I’m sorry, Master, I don’t know how it became so spicy.” She answers, avoiding eye contact and fiddling with her fingers in nervousness.

Damn it! Why is she lying to me? Why does she always make me so angry?

“Just shut up and tell me the truth.” I demand, gripping her arm and staring at her with a dark gaze.

She remains silent, staring back at me in shock.

“Alice, tell me!” I shout, digging my nails into her arm, causing her to flinch.

“My friend cooked the broccoli because I had to attend to an urgent matter.” She finally admits, and I release her arm, pushing her away.

“Why did you lie to me?” I ask in a stern tone.

“I thought you would punish my friend. I didn’t want to get her into trouble, Master. I’m sorry.” She apologises.

So, she wanted to protect her friend from punishment. Now I’ll make her regret being so good, ensuring she never lies to me again or tries to be noble.

“You broke the rule by lying to me, Alice. You know what you deserve now.” A smirk flashes on my face.

“I’m ready to accept the punishment, Master, but please don’t involve my friend. She only wanted to help me.” She implores, while I just stare at her in disbelief.

She still worries about her friend, even in this situation. How can she be so selfless?

Alexander, she lied to you; she broke the rule. Focus on her punishment. Don’t get distracted, my mind reminds me.

“Why would I punish her? You lied to me and failed in your duty, so you will have to pay.” I state in a firm tone.

“Okay, Master.” She gives me a meek nod.

I walk towards the drawer, take out something from it, and hide it behind my back before returning to her.

“You lied with your mouth, so tonight you will sleep with this in your mouth. Is that fair?” I ask, revealing the ball gag to her.

As she looks at it, confusion furrowing her brow, I explain, “It’s a ball gag that goes in your mouth and prevents you from speaking.”

“Do you have anything to say before you wear this?” I inquire.

“No, Master.” She shakes her head.

I move behind her and push the ball gag into her mouth, securing its straps around her head.

I come in front of her and observe her.

Damn, she looks so sexy with a red ball gag in her mouth.

But I can see that she’s uncomfortable with it.

“Feeling uneasy?” As I ask, she instantly nods, staring at me with her innocent eyes.

“Good, because that’s your punishment.” As I say, smirking, she moves her eyelashes down in submission.

Afterwards, I sit in the chair and instruct her to provide me with a handjob. She obediently kneels in front of me and performs her task skillfully. As I always say, she possesses magic in her hands.

“Tonight, you will sleep on the sofa, as I want you to keep the ball gag in place.” I inform her, fastening the buttons on my jeans.

She nods and stands up.

“You sleep now.” I rise from the chair and order, pointing at the sofa.

She drools slightly and appears uneasy because of the discomfort caused by the ball gag. Well, it’s her punishment, and she should feel irritated. Only then she’ll learn her lesson.

She turns around and strolls towards the sofa, her heels clicking on the floor.

How does she manage to walk and work every day in those high heels? Why should I even care? Every maid wears them.

I shake my head and make my way to the dressing room to change my clothes. The events with Alice swirl in my mind, and a sense of satisfaction washes over me. She will think twice before lying to me again. I will make sure of it.

As I undress, I glimpse myself in the mirror. The reflection staring back at me is that of a man in control, a man who demands respect and obedience. It fuels my desire to maintain authority over Alice and keep her in line.

I caress the tattoo on my arm that says ‘born to rule the world,’ while staring at my reflection in the mirror. It resembles me perfectly.