Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

In Master’s hand, there is a small ball attached to a string. As I gaze at it, curiosity sparks within me.

What is it?

“It’s a vibrating ball, and it will go inside you.” He whispers, pointing at my dripping-wet crotch, his words sending waves of arousal through me.

So he was talking about these toys. Fuck! I can’t believe I’m allowing him to take control, but the truth is, I have no choice, and there’s a twisted pleasure in surrendering to his desires.

He suddenly gives me a long, lingering kiss and shoves the ball inside me, causing me to moan in his mouth. I yearn to run my hands through his hair, but I am restrained.

After breaking the kiss, he inquires, “How do you feel with the ball inside you, Alice?”

“A bit uncomfortable, Master.” I truly answer him, panting from the long passionate kiss.

“Let’s make you feel better.” He murmurs, slipping his hand into his trouser pocket and retrieving a small remote.

A mischievous smile plays on his lips as he presses a button, bringing the ball to life. It vibrates within me, igniting immense pleasure. I close my eyes and emit moans of ecstasy, hurling my head, and surrendering to the overwhelming sensation.

“Are you enjoying it?” He inquires, his thumb caressing my clit, intensifying my moans of rapture. The pleasure he evokes is beyond description.

“Yes, Master.” I respond, my voice laced with a mix of yearning and euphoria.

“These toys are quite pleasurable. Women adore them. However, today I’m using it as a punishment. I’ve set it in such a way that when you approach orgasm, the vibrations stop and resume after a short while. It will keep you on the edge, denying your release.” My eyes shoot open as he explains with an evil grin, tilting his head to the side.

Monster!

“See you after a while, Alice. Enjoy.” He waves at me, and my heart sinks when he walks out of the room, leaving me alone in the room with a vibrator inside me. Tears trickle down my cheeks when I hear the sound of the closing of the door. I wanted him to stay with me.

“Oh, God! I’m so close.” I moan loudly and my legs shake, but abruptly, the ball ceases its vibrations. Irritation courses through me as I yearn to turn it back on and experience release.

Truly, this is a punishment. He is so evil.

After a while, the ball comes to life once again, granting profound pleasure, only to halt when I’m on the verge of climax.

God, it vexes me!

This torment repeats countless times, the vibrating ball relentlessly edging me closer to the edges, only to stop. I’ve lost track of time, trapped in this agonizing cycle.

I ache for the orgasm, but I have no idea when he will return and end this torturous game.

My yearning for him intensifies. I crave his touch, his presence, and the fulfilment he can bring.

“Master… please come back.” I cry out in sexual frustration, my voice echoing in the room. I have no clue how long I’ve been here; it feels like I’ve been tied up for days.

Finally, the door opens, and I let out a sigh of relief as Master steps inside.

“Master, please let me cum. Please. I swear I won’t do anything without your permission. I want an orgasm so bad.” I beseech, my eyes welling up with tears as I plead with him.

He smiles with smug, relishing in my desperation.

“I’ll give you the orgasm.” He declares, and a faint smile of joy crosses my face upon hearing his words.

“Thank you, Master.”

“But I want you to be my good girl, Alice.” He says in a soft voice, wiping my tears with his thumbs.

“I’ll be your good girl, Master.” I whisper, and he grasps the string attached to the ball, pulling it out with a quick jerk that causes me to moan.

He tucks the ball into the back pocket of his trousers, then unbuttons his jeans and yanks them down along with his boxers.

Finally, I’m going to get what I have been longing for. My joy knows no bounds, and I grin at him.

He takes a packet of condom out of his pocket and tears open its wrapper with his teeth before sliding it on.

Then clutching my waist, he jabs into me, filling me and igniting an overwhelming sense of pleasure. I smile with ecstasy; after a long wait, I finally have him.

He pounds into me hard and fast, pressing the vibrating ball against my clit. I don’t know when he took the ball out of his pocket.

I’m just moaning with immense pleasure, fisting my hands. I’m so aroused that within a few minutes, I explode, shrieking with rapture. It is the most intense orgasm of my life. It was worth waiting for; he was right, delaying the orgasm made it even more intense.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

He releases me from my restraints and carries me to the bed, cradling me in a bridal style. I rest my head on his chest, finding solace in the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat.

He lays me down on the bed and covers me with a warm comforter.

“Take some rest, Alice.” He leans down and whispers, caressing my hair before standing up, pulling up his trousers, and fastening the button.

His behaviour changes so quickly. He can be dominant and strict one moment, and then gentle and caring the next. I find myself liking everything about him.

As he turns to leave, a heaviness settles in my chest. I can’t bear the thought of him going away again.

I reach out and grab his hand, stopping him in his tracks. He turns towards me.

“Please stay.” I request, staring at him pleadingly, and he frowns at me.

Have I made him angry by stopping him?

“This is the first and last time I’m telling you that I don’t sleep with my submissive, Alice. If you stop me like this again, you’ll face the consequences.” He warns me in a stern tone, and my eyes become moist.

He storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him, leaving me feeling hollow and desolate. A solitary tear streams down my cheek.

It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have any expectations from this relationship. He is just my master, not my boyfriend, and it hurts me so bad.