Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

Alexander’s P. O. V.

The next morning,

I wake up, and a frown forms on my face as I realise Alice isn’t beside me in bed. No matter how many times I explain to her not to leave me alone in bed, she doesn’t heed my words.

My eyes open, and my anger dissipates as I spot her standing in front of the canvas, wearing only my shirt, engrossed in the painting.

The sunlight streaming through the windows enhances her already radiant and beautiful face. I’m so entranced by her beauty that I lose track of time and can’t tear my eyes away from her.

She seems entirely focused on her painting and doesn’t notice that I’m awake and watching her. I rise from the bed and approach her before standing behind her and leaning in close.

“Good morning, sunshine.” I murmur in her ear, gently brushing her hair aside before planting a soft kiss on her neck.

The touch of my hands and lips on her soft skin causes her to tighten her grip on the brush she’s using to paint.

I kiss every inch of her neck, driving her crazy before leaving a gentle love bite on her neck, eliciting a moan from her. “Alexander…”

“Why did you stop painting, my love?” I inquire after nibbling on her neck, my voice low and husky, my hand holding hers.

“How can I concentrate on painting when I feel your magical kisses on my skin?” She responds, looking at me with innocent eyes over her shoulder.

She’s utterly adorable!

I give her a quick peck on the lips, which quickly escalates as she tugs on my hair and kisses me deeply. Our lips move in harmony, and our tongues dance in sync.

Suddenly, I remember that she left me alone in bed to work on her painting, and it’s time to remind her of the consequences of doing this.

“Why did you leave me alone in bed, Alice?” I inquire, my voice now serious and dominant, and she is still catching her breath from our passionate kiss.

“Answer me!” I press further, though I already know the answer. I need to hear it from her, a confirmation that she’s chosen her painting over me.

Yes, I’m even jealous of her painting because she belongs to me, all of her. When I’m with her, I expect her full attention.

“I wanted to paint. You didn’t let me do it last night, saying I was tired and needed to sleep. I’ve been wanting to paint since last night.” She explains in her sweet voice, trying to soothe me. However, her words only stoke my anger further.

Why is she choosing her painting over me?

Even last night, she preferred painting over sleeping in my arms. And this morning, she prioritized her art over staying in bed with me.

“Alice, you didn’t stay in bed with me to do your art, despite my strict instructions to be in my arms every morning. Have you forgotten about your last punishment when you did this?” I control my anger and inquire, my tone serious but low, because I don’t want to raise my voice at her. She’s my love, and I dislike shouting at her.

“Baby, when an idea for a painting strikes me, I can’t wait to put it on canvas. It’s my passion. Besides, the painting I’m working on is about us, which is why I couldn’t resist the urge to continue.” She explains, rubbing my shoulders, trying to ease my tension as she senses my anger.

I understand her passion, but she disobeyed me, and I won’t miss the chance to remind her of the consequences.

“Whatever, you deserve punishment because you leave the bed, even though you know I can’t sleep peacefully without you in my arms. You could have either waited for me to wake up or awakened me.” I assert with authority.

“Could you please give me the punishment after I finish my painting?” She implores, batting her eyelashes.

Painting again, I sigh, “Fine!” with irritation.

“Don’t be upset, baby. I’ll finish this in fifteen minutes, pinky promise.” She reassures me, extending her pinky finger with an endearing smile.

Even in my anger, she has the power to make me smile.

“Okay.” I agree, linking my pinky finger with hers. It’s not something I’d typically do, but I’d do anything for my love.

“Thank you.” She pecks my cheek like an elated child and resumes her painting.

“Just not to look at the painting until it’s finished.” She instructs, and I nod. She’s the only one who can give me such orders.

“Alright, as you wish.” I reply before kissing her cheek from behind and heading to the bathroom.

I didn’t refuse her request because I didn’t let her paint during the night. After she completes her painting, I’ll certainly carry out her punishment.

Exiting the bathroom, I find her still engrossed in her artwork. I sit at the edge of the bed and indulge in my favourite activity-admiring my beloved.

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“It’s done.” She exclaims, clapping in delight.

She is my baby!

“Come see it.” She invites me, extending her hand for me to join her.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I walk over to her, stand behind her, and gently grasp her waist, pulling her closer to me. My front presses against her back, and I relish the scent of her hair before admiring the painting, resting my chin on her shoulder.

The painting captures our naked, intertwined bodies from last night, reflected in the ceiling mirror.

It’s beautiful, a perfect representation of our love. I can see both of us in the painting, our naked bodies intertwined, lost in each other’s love. Her talent amazes me, and I see our love story in those strokes.

“Wow, love, you’re incredible.” I praise her, embracing her from behind.

She smiles at me after turning towards me. “Thank you, baby. I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it,” I reply, hugging her again. “You’re so talented.” She grins at my compliment and snuggles into my embrace.

We sit there for a while, admiring her painting and enjoying each other’s company.

As I gently brush my lips against her neck, she closes her eyes in bliss, completely immersing in the sensation of my touch.

“Now, it’s punishment time, my kitten!” I whisper in her ear, and my hand slides up inside her shirt, caressing her soft thighs. She melts in my touch, leaning on me.

As my eyes notice the paint on a plate, a smile appears on my face because an idea to punish her crosses my mind.

“Stand in front of the mirror, Alice!” I command, moving away from her.

Without hesitation, she stands in front of the large mirror in the room.

That’s like my good kitten!

After dipping one hand in red paint and another in blue, I stroll towards her. As she notices my painted hands through the mirror, her eyes fill with curiosity and excitement.

As I stand behind her, one painted hand caresses her long legs, ambling up to her thighs, and the other sensually caresses her neck. Then I move down the shirt from her shoulder, leaving the colours on her shoulder and neck.

We both gaze at ourselves in the mirror as I paint her body with my touch. The feeling is amazing.

Now, my hand tugs at her white shirt from her thighs, staining it red. My other hand moves inside her shirt from the top and grabs her bare breast, leaving a mark of blue paint. She moans and closes her eyes as I squeeze her asset.

“Keep your eyes open, love, and watch everything.” I order her, playing with her nipples, and she instantly obeys, staring at me with anticipation.

“They should stay open; if they shut, your punishment will increase.” As I warn her in a serious tone, she looks at me, clearly taken aback.

I undo all the buttons on her shirt, exposing her beautiful naked body. She pants as she feels the cold air on her skin.

I snake my arm around her waist, drawing her closer to me. Her gasps fill the room as I grab her hair and bend her over. I steady her with my other hand by placing it on her stomach.

“Put your both hands on the mirror.” I command, and she complies.

Then I withdraw my hand and body from her. She watches me through the mirror as I march toward the canvas and once again dip my hands in paint, wearing a smirk on my face. She stares at me with anticipation in the reflection as I walk back to her.

I lift her shirt from her buttocks, asking, “Are you ready for your punishment, kitten?” I add, “And remember, no closing your eyes.”

“Yes, Master!” She replies, her voice husky with desire.

Then my hand lands on one of her buttocks, imprinting it with red paint. She jumps and moans but keeps her eyes open. Then I spank her other buttock with green paint, eliciting another moan from her lips.

The sight before me, her reactions, the art which I’m doing on her buttocks-it’s all intensely arousing.

I spank both of her assets together, causing them to bounce. She stares at her sensual expression in the mirror as I punish her, and it’s pure pleasure.

I can feel her body quivering with anticipation and desire, and the heat radiating from her skin, mixing with the vibrant colours I’ve painted on her.

I continue to alternate between the red and green paint, spanking her. Each strike sends a jolt of pleasure through her body.

Her eyes remain locked on the mirror, where she watches herself being dominated and disciplined by me. The mixture of arousal, vulnerability, and submission in her gaze fuels my desire even further.

I lean in close to her ear, whispering, “Such a good girl, taking your punishment so well.”

Smack!

Smack!

My final spanks land, each one with a mixture of paint colours.

I step back, admiring the masterpiece of colours on her body and the mirror reflecting our passion. She stands up straight, still gazing at herself in the mirror, now adorned with colourful handprints.

“Turn around.” I instruct, and she complies, facing me.

I dip my fingers in paint once more, this time mixing red and blue to create a rich purple. After fixing my intense gaze on her, with a slow, deliberate movement, I trace a heart shape on her chest, symbolising our love. She gasps at the sensation of the paint-covered fingers on her sensitive skin.

“Now, kiss me.” I order, and she leans in, her lips meeting mine. We share a deep, passionate kiss, our tongues dancing in harmony. The paint smears and blends as our bodies press together.

After breaking the kiss, I step back to admire my masterpiece. She stands before me, her body painted with vibrant colours, her eyes filled with desire and submission.

“Gorgeous.” I whisper, my voice filled with admiration. She smiles, her cheeks flushed, and I can tell she’s revelling in this moment.

“Now, my love.” I say, my tone softer, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

I carry her to the bathroom, where we shower, washing away the paint, and I end up fucking her, pinning her against the glass wall.