Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

She pukes on me, shocking me.

“Shit! I’m so sorry, Alexander.” She apologies, cleaning my shirt with her hands.

“It’s okay. It happens.” As I stand up and take off my spoiled blazer and shirt, she sees me with a hint of guilt in her eyes.

“It’s alright, Alice. No need to feel guilty.” I explain, wiping her face and hands with my handkerchief. She looks at me with a sad pout.

“I’ll just go wash up.” I inform her, and she gives me a slight nod in response.

I head to the washroom after kissing her forehead.

When I come out of the bathroom, she is already asleep. I approach her and cover her with a comforter with a smile on my face. After leaning down and kissing her forehead, I lie down on the bed and embrace her from behind.

At this moment, embracing her in my arms, I feel so grateful to have an angel like her in my life who brought joy to my life and made me realise I have a heart.

Next morning,

As I wake up, I admire her sleeping facing me, with her head resting on my arm and her arm around my waist. I smile, reminiscing about the moments of last night. She made me dance to her tune, and I loved it. I enjoy complying with her demands.

She stirs in her sleep and her brows crease as sunlight directly falls on her face. I cover her face with my hand to shield her from the sunlight, and the crease disappears from her forehead. I smile and lean in to kiss her forehead.

She wakes up after a few minutes, crying in pain. “Alexander, my head.” She rubs her temple, making irritated faces.

“Go drink more alcohol, you’ll feel better.” As I suggest in a sarcastic tone, she frowns at me, sitting up.

“Here, my head is blasting and you’re taunting me.” She rolls her eyes, and I laugh, filling a glass of water for her and picking up medicine from the side table.

“Have this, you feel better.” I handover her medicine and water.

She takes the medicine, glaring at me.

As I keep back the glass, she bursts into laughter, causing my brows to narrow in confusion.

“What happened?”

“I just recalled about last night.” She titters.

“Do you remember everything?”

“Yup, Alexa.” As she laughs louder, I let out a chuckle.

I take her hands in mine. “You were saying last night that when I was your Master, I annoyed you a lot by giving orders to you. I’m so sorry.” I apologise, stroking her hands with my thumbs.

“Yup, you all the time used to boss around me, but honestly, I miss my Master.” She confesses.

“Your Master will never come back because he hurt you a lot. Every second, I regret inflicting pain on you, Alice.” I consume with guilt, recalling our old days.

“But, Alexander, I always had the power to stop you by using safe word.” She explains to me.

“Why didn’t you use it, Alice? Why did you let me hurt you?” I ask, my eyes filled with remorse.

“Because deep down, I liked it. A pleasure mixed with pain.” She confesses, blushing.

“No matter what, I’ll never hurt you in any manner, Alice. I promise.” I seal the promise with a forehead kiss.

“Now I trust you, Alexander, that you’ll never hurt me, and I miss being under your intense control.” She tells me, holding my shirt collars.

Whatever she says, I can never return her Master because I never want to bring back my dark side and hurt her again. That Alexander, who was her Master, has gone a long back ago, and now he’ll never come back.

“Now I’m under your intense control, Alice.” I move closer to her face and whisper against her lips, locking my eyes with hers.

As our lips meet, a rush of emotions fills the air between us. It’s a tender, passionate kiss that speaks volumes of the love and trust we’ve built with time. Alice wraps her arms around my neck, deepening the kiss, and I reciprocate, holding her close.

Soon our kiss turns wild, and our bodies rub against each other, sending chills of desire.

Our tongues intertwine in a passionate dance as my hands explore every curve and dip of her body. The intensity between us escalates, and I witness her surrendering to the pleasure I evoke with my touch.

As our lips part, my mouth leaves a scorching trail of kisses along her jawline, down her neck, and towards the hollow of her collarbone. Goosebumps rise in response, and her skin tingles with the anticipation of what lies ahead.

I graze my teeth against her sensitive flesh, alternating between gentle nips and soothing licks.

My hand trails lower, gliding down her heated skin until it reaches the edge of her undies. I slip my fingers beneath the fabric with deliberate slowness and then trace delicate patterns against her most intimate area.

Her breath becomes heavy, and she arches her back, silently urging me for more, a silent plea I’m more than eager to fulfil.

My fingers move with purpose, caressing and teasing her most sensitive areas, eliciting sighs and moans of pleasure from her.

As I witness her surrendering to the waves of pleasure coursing through her body, my desire grows more urgent.

I yearn to taste her, to bring her to the peak of ecstasy. With aching anticipation, I take off her undies, exposing her fully to my hungry gaze.

I position myself between her thighs and lower my head. I brush my lips against her inner thighs, savouring the scent and warmth of her arousal. My tongue dances along her folds, tracing patterns. Her hips rise to meet my mouth, and her gasps fill the air, driving me to further heights of passion.

I am consumed by the taste and texture of her, revelling in the intimate connection we share. As I delve deeper into her depths, her moans grow louder, her grip on the sheets tightening.

I find solace in knowing that I am the one who can bring her such pleasure, who can elicit such raw vulnerability and ecstasy from her.

Her body trembles as the intensity builds, signalling her impending release. I increase the rhythm of my movements, my lips and tongue working in harmony to push her over the edge. And when she finally shatters into blissful euphoria, her body arches and convulses.

As her body slowly relaxes, I climb up her quivering body, meeting her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and love.

“This is the best breakfast I ever have. Do you wanna taste yourself?” As I ask, she gives me an instant nod.

“Yes, please.” She whispers, panting.

Then we share a passionate kiss, and she tastes herself from my mouth, grinding herself against my hardness and clutching my hair.

At last, I end up pounding into her, pinning her hands against the mattress and devouring her lips.

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What do you think, her Master will come back?