Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

My heart races as I gaze into Alexander’s intense eyes.

“Your punishment, my love, is something you’ll remember.” He whispers, his voice laced with a mix of dominance and desire, making it clear who’s in control.

He steps closer, his presence commanding my full attention. His fingers reach out to trace my jawline before lifting my chin, making me meet his intense gaze. “You wanted to let her win, didn’t you, my love?” He whispers, causing my eyes to widen in shock.

“How did you know?”

A smug smile spreads across his face as he responds, “I know everything about you, my wife.”

“I just wanted to let her win because of her birthday.” I admit.

“Such a generous heart you have, love. But rules are rules, and you know you must be punished.” He leans in, his lips brushing against mine, teasing me, and then he captures my lips in a passionate kiss.

I respond to his kiss, savouring the taste of his lips and the anticipation of what he has in store for me. As our mouths blend, his hand travels down my back, pressing me closer to him.

“Strip for me.” He commands in a low, authoritative voice after breaking the kiss. There’s no room for hesitation in his tone, and I immediately begin to undress, peeling away each piece of clothing with deliberate slowness.

My skin tingles with excitement as I expose myself before him, baring my body, my desires, and my vulnerability.

Once I’m completely naked, I stand before him, my head bowed, and my hands clasped behind my back, the epitome of submission. I can feel his eyes tracing every curve and contour of my body, and it’s as if I’m being undressed with his gaze alone.

He walks around me, his fingers occasionally brushing against my skin, sending waves of anticipation through me. I don’t dare move; I’m entirely at his mercy. He’s a master at making me wait, heightening the excitement.

He stops in front of me. “You know, love, your tattoo intrigues me.” His fingers trail along the butterfly inked below my chest, igniting a fire within me.

He continues to caress the design, his lips trailing sensual kisses on my neck and collarbone. My body arches, seeking more of his intoxicating touch.

“Every inch of your body is a masterpiece, but this tattoo, it’s like a secret treasure, one I can’t resist.” He whispers against my lips, sending delightful shivers down my spine.

Suddenly, he steps away, leaving me yearning for more.

“Before your punishment, I want you to pleasure me, my kitten, because I’m so aroused after today’s session and the sight of your body. So, kneel now and place your hands behind your back.” He commands, and I comply without hesitation.

As I kneel before him, placing my hands behind my back, he leans in and whispers, brushing my lips. “You can only use them tonight to pull down my jeans and pleasure me, understand?”

I look up at him, my eyes filled with anticipation, and give him a meek nod. “Yes, I understand, Master.”

He smiles, unbuttoning his jeans, and with my mouth, I pull down his jeans and boxers, revealing his hard shaft. My hands remain obediently behind my back.

I take a moment to savour the sight of him, the man I adore, the one who knows how to push my boundaries and ignite my passion. Then I lean in closer, using only my lips and tongue to please him.

I suck him at a slow pace, my warm breath teasing his sensitive skin. His moans and the subtle shifts in his body guide me, and I’m determined to make this moment unforgettable for him.

As I continue to please him, I feel his grip tighten in my hair, controlling my moment. I cherish every second of pleasuring my master.

In the end, as he reaches the peak of pleasure, I feel pride and satisfaction in knowing that I’ve pleased him. And I’m well aware the night holds more exciting things for us.

He looks down at me with a satisfied smile and murmurs, “You did well, love. Now it’s time for your punishment.”

I know that whatever punishment awaits me, it will intensify our love and connection.

“Stand up and lie on the spanking bench, kitten.”

Without a word, I comply, climbing onto the bench and positioning myself, facing my back to him. My heart races as I hear him approach me.

He trails a finger along my spine, eliciting shivers of both anxiety and desire. His hand rests on my lower back, and he leans in close, his breath hot against my ear. “You look so irresistible in this position, love.”

“Thank you, Master.” I respond to him, moaning as he fondles my buttocks.

Then I feel his warm hands securing my wrists and ankles to the bench. His touch is both firm and gentle.

The first spank comes without warning on my buttocks, and it’s swift and firm. A gasp escapes my lips, and my body jerks in response. The sensation is intense, a mix of stinging pain and exhilarating pleasure.

He continues, each spank falling with accuracy, sending a direct shiver to my core. My body tightens and relaxes, and my moans and gasps fill the room, mingling with the sound of his hand connecting with my skin.

His other hand finds its way between my legs, teasing and pleasing me with his spanks. The dual sensations are exquisite.

As my body warms up, I revel in the feeling of his dominance. Every smack, every caress, is a reminder of who I belong to, of the trust and surrender between us.

The spanking continues, my cries of pleasure echo in the room, and the butterfly tattoo on my chest feels like it’s fluttering with excitement.

Finally, the spanking ceases, and my body is ablaze with desire. His hands soothe my heated skin, his fingers gently massaging the areas he’d just punished.

Then he releases my wrists and ankles, and I turn to face him, my eyes filled with a mix of desire and devotion.

He leans in and captures my lips in a tender kiss. “You took your punishment so well, my love. I’m proud of you.”

I smile, my heart filled with love for this man who knows me so intimately. “Thank you, Master.”

Suddenly, I recall about Sarah.

“Alexander, it’s been hours. We should check on Sarah. She must be hungry.”

“I can see after becoming a mother, you have changed a lot. Instead of asking me to fuck you after your punishment, you’re worried about our daughter,” He teases me.

I chuckle at his comment. “Well, it seems motherhood has shifted my priorities a bit. Didn’t you get change?” I raise my brows at him.

He chuckles as well, his eyes filled with affection. He leans in and kisses me softly before speaking about the changes he’s experienced after becoming a father.

“You’re right, love. Fatherhood has transformed me too. I’ve found a new depth of patience and tenderness within myself that I didn’t know was there. I used to think I would never love someone as much as I love you, but now, my heart has expanded to love both you and Sarah in ways I can’t fully describe.”

I smile at him before speaking, “We both changed in the most wonderful ways. Parenthood has made us stronger, more patient, and more loving than ever before.”

Then he helps me up from the spanking bench. As I stand, I wince slightly, feeling the warmth in my buttocks from the punishment.

“Let me get you dressed, love, and then we’ll check on our little princess.” He says with a loving smile before picking up my clothes from the floor and handing them to me.

He helps me to put them on, touching my body and sending shivers down my spine. I just can’t wait to feel him inside me. After feeding Sarah and putting her to sleep, I won’t let Alexander sleep tonight.

As we leave the room, he takes my hand, our fingers entwined.

We knock on Aunt Rose’s door. When she opens it, we hear Sarah’s cries from the bed, and I hurry over to soothe her.

“Oh my little princess, I’m sorry, Mommy gets late to feed you.” As I cradle her in my arms, her cries become louder, as if she is showing me her anger for not feeding her on time.

Aunt Rose informs us, “She has been crying for a few minutes. I tried every way to soothe her, but she didn’t stop crying.” I feel a pang of guilt for not being there for Sarah, but I’m grateful that Aunt Rose was there with her.

Alexander takes Sarah from my arms and gently rocks her as she continues to whimper, her eyes squeezed shut.

“Thank you for taking care of her. I’ll meet you in the morning. Right now, I just need to feed her.” I utter, my voice filled with urgency.

She nods with a reassuring smile. “Of course. You go feed her. I’ll be here if you need anything during the night. Sleep well.”

I follow Alexander to our room, feeling the urgency to soothe our little one’s cries. Her tiny face wrinkles up as she continues to whimper in her father’s arms, and I can see the hunger in her eyes.

As I settle down on the bed and pull my dress down to take out my breast, he rubs Sarah’s back while holding her upright. However, her cries intensify, and it’s clear that she’s truly upset about the delay in her meal.

When he hands her to me and I guide her towards my breast, cradling her in my arms, she rejects it with a pout and loud cries, turning her head away.

He and I exchange worried glances; it seems our little princess has her mind set on displaying her anger.

He moves to soothe her quickly, patting her back, while I try to offer the breast once more. However, Sarah remains resistant, her tiny hands clenching and unclenching.

Desperate to calm her, we decide to try different things. Alexander rocks her gently, singing a soft lullaby, and I play her favourite nursery rhymes on the TV. Despite our efforts, she continues to cry.

“Sarah, please, baby, stop crying. Mommy is truly sorry.” I apologise with a mix of frustration and concern as I lie beside her, crawling closer.

“Let’s try something else. How about dancing for her, like we usually do?” He suggests, raising his brows at me.

I wonder how he is still so calm in this situation.

I reply in frustration, “Do anything to soothe her, Alexander. I can’t bear to see her like this.”

So he starts swaying to the music in front of her, and I also join him. We twirl and shake her body, trying to distract our little one with our playful moves.

“Look at us, princess, we’re dancing just for you.” He speaks as we sway to the music, holding Sarah between us and dancing in a gentle motion.

At first, Sarah seems intrigued, her cries softening slightly, but she’s not entirely convinced. She continues to fuss, letting us know she is displeased about the delay in her feeding.

We share concerned glances; our hearts ache to see our little one so upset.

After laying her down, we pull out her favourite plush toys and colourful rattles, hoping to divert her attention. We shake the rattles and make funny faces, but it’s clear that Sarah is on a hunger strike.

“Please, Sarah, please stop.” I lie down beside her, my voice tinged with a mix of frustration and exhaustion. Today’s playroom session didn’t drain me as much as soothing her cries did.

However, she finally ends her protest by letting out a few big, frustrated cries that echo throughout the house.

After sighing, I offer my breast to her once more, and this time, she latches on, taking her meal with eagerness.

Her cries subside, replaced by the sounds of contentment. I stroke her soft hair and exchange a relieved smile with Alexander, who lies on the other side of her.

He leans in, placing a tender kiss on my forehead, and then our daughter’s. “Sometimes she is such an angry little girl.” As he murmurs, his fingers gently brush Sarah’s soft, dark hair, and she plays with my pendant like always while drinking the milk.

“She’s spirited, just like her father.” As I remark, we let out a chuckle.

Sarah’s little eyes start to droop, and I can tell she’s growing drowsy from the comfort of her mother’s breast. Her feed slows, and her breathing becomes soft and rhythmic.

Alexander lies behind me, pulling me closer and embracing me as I hum a lullaby for our little princess, caressing her hair with affection.

As she drifts off, I kiss her forehead and adjust my dress. We watch her sleep, her tiny fingers curling around mine as she dreams peacefully.

Then Alexander lifts her from my arms and cradles her warmly. He presses his lips on her forehead before laying her down in her crib and pulling the blanket over her.

He admires her sleeping for a minute, and then lies down on the bed, pulling me in his arms.

He traces circles on my back, his touch gentle that makes my skin tingle. “She’s finally resting peacefully.” He whispers.

I press closer to him, our foreheads nearly touching as we gaze into each other’s eyes. “She has truly exhausted me more than our session today,”

He chuckles. “Well, our little princess keeps us on our toes.”

I smile, my fingertips dancing along his chest as I rest against him. “But she’s worth every moment, isn’t she?”

He nods, his eyes filled with affection. “Absolutely, my love. Every sleepless night, every moment of soothing her cries, it’s all worth it. She’s a miracle, just like you.”

Our little princess is truly a blessing, bringing us boundless joy and love. I’m overwhelmed by gratitude for the beautiful family we have created.

The soft, rhythmic sound of her gentle breath fills the room, creating a peaceful melody.

We lie facing her, and as we watch our little princess sleep soundly, I know in my soul that this is the feeling of true happiness. We are a family, bound by love, and there is nothing in this world that can compare to the joy we have found in each other.

-The End-

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