Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

Alexander’s P. O. V.

She puts my blazer on the sofa and walks in front of me. “Master, I want to tell you something.”

“What is it?” I ask, curious about her revelation.

“Before you arrived, I caught one maid stealing your watch, but I let her take it.” She confesses, her voice trembling with fear.

Little does she know that I already know everything.

“Why didn’t you take my watch back from her, Alice?” I inquire.

“Master, she was crying and in need of money. I’m sorry.” She replies, her words filled with remorse. I shake my head, finding it hard to believe.

Who is she? How can she be so innocent and selfless?

“And you gave my watch to her?” I ask in incredulity.

“Pardon me, Master. I just can’t see someone crying. I want to help her.” She honestly confesses, leaving me astonished.

Yesterday, she lied to protect her friend from punishment and took the blame upon herself. And today, she gave my watch to a maid without considering the consequences, all because she wanted to help.

I’m relieved that she didn’t lie to me this time and successfully passed my test. However, before revealing that it was a test, I’ll tease her.

“It means you helped the thief, Alice, so now you will face punishment.” As I tell her, she gives a meek nod in response.

“Okay, Master. If you intend to punish me for helping someone in need, I have no objections. However, your punishment will not deter me from helping others in the future.” Her unwavering gaze and confident response show me a new side of her.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

To be honest, I like it! I appreciate her confidence.

“Alice, I won’t punish you.” As I declare with a mischievous smile, her eyes widen in surprise. “Because this was all part of a test I devised for you.”

“What do you mean?” She asks, her brows furrowed in confusion.

“Yesterday, you lied to me, so today I wanted to see if you had learned your lesson. I asked the maid to steal my watch because I wanted to see if you would confess.” I explain to her, and she stares at me in disbelief.

“Really! I can’t believe it.” She looks at me incredulously.

“Here it’s my watch.” As I take out the watch from my pocket, her eyes widen in shock.

“You’re so evil.” She remarks.

“Happy realisation, Alice.” My lips twist into a smirk, and she averts her eyes.

“You don’t know how terrified I was to tell you the truth. I was afraid you would punish the maid.” She pouts in anger, looking adorable, and I have the urge to kiss her pout, but I restrain my emotions.

“You chose to be honest and passed the test. Therefore, you will get the reward.” I declare, smiling.

“Keep your reward to yourself.” She turns her back to me, causing me to frown.

“I believe you have forgotten that I am your Master, Alice.”

“Doesn’t a submissive have the right to be angry with her Master? I don’t recall you mentioning this rule.” She retorts, glancing at me over her shoulder, her eyes brimming with anger.

“A submissive does not have the right to question her Master. Behave, Alice, or do you want me to punish you?” My tone becomes stern.

“Do as you please. I don’t care. I am angry with you, and that’s why I won’t behave today.” This is the first time she has spoken to me in such a manner. I’m taken aback.

However, she has no right to behave this way with me. My kitten is losing control, but I know exactly how to bring her back on track.

“Turn around, and strip, Alice.” I command her in a grim tone.

She immediately complies, removing her dress without looking at me. There is no shyness in her actions today, fueled by her anger, which I find strangely enticing.

Today, I discover yet another aspect of her-the way her cheeks turn scarlet with anger. It intrigues me.

“First, I will spank you, and then I will take you to your room and bind you in an uncomfortable position. You will spend the entire night tied up as punishment for your misbehaviour.” I explain, relishing the thought of teaching her a lesson.

I initially felt joyous about her success in passing the test, but her disrespectful behaviour towards me is unacceptable. I have not granted her permission to speak to me in that way.

“Get on your fours.” I command, pointing at the table.

She complies with my order immediately. So finally my obedient submissive is back. A smug smile spreads across my face.

My shaft twitches in my pants, seeing her on her fours, completely naked. She looks so tempting in this position. I want to fuck her so badly.

I stand behind her and fondle her buttocks erotically, and she moans. They’re my favourite.

“Are you ready for the punishment, Kitten?” I ask, squeezing her buttocks.

“Yes, Master.” She answers, moaning, I smirk at her in response.

I give her ten hard spanks. Each one caused her to fall onto the table, and I have to raise her by grabbing her waist.

“So wet after the punishment.” I comment, rubbing her dripping-wet honeypot.

“Please don’t stop, Master.” As she moans, I instantly withdraw my hand, and she craves my touch.

“Bad kittens don’t get pleasure from their Master. They only get punishment. You won’t receive pleasure until you learn your lesson.” I declare, raising my hand and delivering a firm strike to her crotch. She screams and falls flat on the table.

“I’m sorry, Master. I misbehaved with you in a fit of anger because you did wrong with me.” She justifies herself.

“No matter what, you have no right to misbehave with your Master, Alice.” I grit my teeth and state in a stern tone.

“I’m sorry, Master.” As she apologises, I walk in front of her.

“Sorry word doesn’t exist in my dictionary, and you know it, Alice.” I smirk at her, and she stares at me with pleading eyes.

“Okay, Master.” She says, lowering her lashes in submission.

“Now get up, wear your clothes. It’s time for your second punishment.” As I order her, she climbs down from the table and slips into her dress.

“Follow me.” I step out of the room and walk towards her room while she follows me.

“You wait here. I’ll be right back,” I tell her before leaving the room to retrieve the ropes.

After returning to her room, I find her waiting, as instructed. “Lie on your front and place your hands behind your back.” I instruct her firmly in a firm tone.

She complies instantly and lies on the bed.

I firmly bound her wrists behind her back, then spread her legs and tie her ankles to the bedpost. She can’t move even an inch without causing herself pain because if she moves, the rope will hurt her. It’s her punishment for misbehaving with me. She deserves it because nobody can talk to me in that manner.

“Master, you have bound me tightly. I won’t be able to sleep.” She expresses her concern.

“That’s your punishment, Kitten. I warned you to behave.” I remind her.

“I’m sorry, Master.” As she apologises, I ignore it.

“Have a good sleep, Alice.” I let out an evil laugh before switching off the lights and exiting the room.

After returning to my room, I settle into the sofa, light up my cigarette, and take a deep drag, feeling the smoke fill my lungs.

‘Is it a harsh punishment for her?’ I questioned myself.

It’s hard, but she deserved it because she misbehaves with her master. She was showing her attitude to me. So stop worrying about her.

As I lie on the bed, the memory of her gagged from the previous night flashes in my mind. And tonight, seeing her restrained, I can’t help but wonder if it’s all too overwhelming for her. Everything is so new to her, and perhaps I have pushed her limits too far.

“Fucking hell! Why am I so affected by this? She deserved it.” I berate myself, frustration tainting my thoughts. Determined to find solace, I close my eyes, trying to dismiss any lingering doubts and drift off to sleep.

But her words persist to echo in my ears. “Master, you have bound me tightly. I won’t be able to sleep.” Unable to ignore the weight of her plea, I sit up abruptly, a surge of concern coursing through me.

Fuck!

My body jerks upright, driven by a sudden realization. She has been tied up for two hours, enduring the weight of my punishment. She has had enough.

Without wasting another moment, I swiftly rise from the bed and make my way to her room, urgency fueling my steps. When I switch on the light, a sigh escapes my lips as I gaze upon her peaceful slumber.

I untie her with careful movements, ensuring not to disturb her slumber. As the ropes fall away, she shifts onto her side, curling up comfortably and placing her hands beneath her head.

My eyes fall on the faint red marks left behind on her ankles by the ropes, and an unexpected pang of regret stabs at my chest. For the first time, I feel a twinge of empathy for her.

Fuck! What’s happening to me? I’ve always prided myself on my heartlessness, my ability to detach from the emotions of others. Yet here I am, feeling a twinge of remorse for the pain I’ve inflicted upon her. It’s a foreign sensation, one that challenges the walls I’ve built around myself.

I rush to my room, unable to bear the weight of these conflicting emotions. The inner turmoil continues to churn within me, leaving me with an unsettling question: Am I truly as heartless as I believed myself to be?