Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

I sense him retrieving something from the table, and then his warm breath grazes my face, causing goosebumps to ripple across my body.

I feel something cold on my nipple.

Is he planning to use nipple clamps on me? My breath grows heavier at the mere thought of him applying them to my sensitive nipple.

“Do you know what I’m holding?” He inquires in his low, husky voice, and I pant in front of him, feeling helpless.

He can do anything with me, and I can’t even see it. The anticipation alone is enough to bring me to the edges.

He spanks one of my tits with a gentle touch, bringing me back to reality.

“Answer me, kitten.” He demands in a stern tone.

“Nipple clamps, Master.” I mutter, my voice laced with desire.

“Good! You’re right.” He praises me, bringing a smile to my face.

“May I use these on you?” He seeks permission before using them on me.

It’s like a complete transformation! Last time, he didn’t ask for my consent when he used them as punishment, but now he seeks my consent, which brings me profound joy.

It was a painful experience when he used them before. However, I can’t refuse him now because he wants to use them on me, and I want to satisfy his every desire. I’m more than willing to endure a little pain for this.

“Yes, Master.”

Even though I can’t see him, I can sense him smiling.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“If it hurts, you can tell me, okay?” He instructs in a concerned tone.

“Okay.” I nod, smiling.

He plays with my nipples and sucks them, causing me to moan. They become hard and erect, taking all the attention.

He replaces his lips with the icy touch of clamps on my nipples, and an electric current passes directly between my legs as he secures them.

I hiss in pain, and my breath gets heavy.

“Just relax, love.” He coos, caressing my hair.

His soothing words and his gentle touch are enough for me to get back to normal.

Then he repeats the process with my other nipple, first sucking it, then attaching the clamp.

My nipples are on fire!

“I like the nipple clamps on you so much.” He tugs the chain of nipple clamps, causing me to gasp in response.

His words transform my pain into pleasure, and they add another layer of excitement, knowing that he loves me even more with them.

“God! You’re looking so hot. I can’t take my eyes off you, love!” He exclaims in a husky voice, and I can feel his lustful and intense gaze on my body.

“I just love binding you like this, completely exposed to me, and I can do anything I desire with you.” He whispers, his fingers caressing me from my neck to my lower regions.

He gently traces his fingers on my exposed wetness. It turns me on more because I can’t move or see him, I can only feel his magical touch.

That’s an incredible feeling.

“You’re already so wet when I haven’t even begun.” He remarks, and a blush appears on my face.

Then, I feel something soft against my shoulder, and I can tell it’s a feather.

“Do you know what this is, love?” He inquires, trailing the feather down towards my cleavage in slow motion.

“Yes, I know. It’s a feather.” I reply, feeling a delightful tingle in my stomach as the feather brushes against my nipple, pulling the clamps.

“You’re right.”

I have brought everything, that’s why it’s easy for me to guess.

Now he takes a feather to my stomach, and I tingle with excitement.

“Now, punishment time.” He declares, ending his teasing with the feather.

God, I like his punishment, but I can’t climax, which I have been longing for since yesterday. I’m so wet from his foreplay, and it’s driving me crazy.

As I’m lost in these thoughts, I feel him press the vibrator against my exposed crotch, setting it to the highest speed. My body shivers with the intensity of the vibration, and he rubs the vibrator against my wetness with vigour.

Is this his way of punishing me? It feels like pure pleasure, but I know there’s more to come.

Then he yanks on the chain of the nipple clamps, and I yell in pain. The pain mixes with the pleasure builds inside me as he shoves his two fingers inside me and presses the vibrator on my clit. He jabs his fingers rapidly in and out, causing me to scream.

“Don’t climax, kitten!” He warns me in a firm tone.

Fuck! I’m so close to climaxing, but I hold back when I hear his words. I can feel his satisfaction when I obey him and resist the urge to climax.

Now I understand. This is my punishment-denying me the release I crave when he’s giving me profound pleasure. It’s pure torture.

He didn’t let me climax yesterday, and he’s doing the same today. I desperately want release.

His fingers are still inside me, and the vibrator is on my most sensitive spot. I can’t hold it back. Every cell in my body yearns to climax. I loosen my body, and my skin squeezes around his fingers.

“If you cum, you will regret it, kitten.” He warns again as he senses I’m about to climax. I struggle to hold back, torn between obeying him and satisfying my body’s intense desire.

It’s torture. My mind wants to obey him, but my body just wants to climax. However, once more, I hold myself back.

My eyes remain closed even under the blindfold, and I clutch my tied hands together, struggling to maintain control. Today, he controls my body and my mind.

“Cum.” The word I’ve longed to hear for ages finally escapes his lips.

My entire body erupts in ecstasy as I finally climax on his fingers. Every cell in my body dances with joy at finally getting what it wanted. Is my punishment over?

He pulls off the nipple clamps, and the pain intensifies as they come off. He soothes my tender nipples with gentle kisses, and I respond with soft moans of pleasure.

He takes off the blindfold with gentle care. At first, the transition from darkness to light is challenging after being blindfolded for a while. However, as my vision clears, I see my handsome master standing before me, skilfully untying me from the chair.

“Today, you truly impressed me, my love.” He praises, leaning dangerously close to me.

“What did I do?” I inquire, becoming lost in his intense gaze.

“You obeyed me like a good girl and controlled your urge to climax, which was challenging for you when I was pleasuring you. That’s why I allowed you to reach climax, ending your punishment of teasing me.” He explains, brushing my lips with his thumb, highly impressed with me.

“Thank you, Master.” I exclaim, jumping into his arms and pulling him into a firm hug. At first, he’s taken aback by the sudden hug, but then he wraps me in his arms.

After we break the hug, he declares, “Now it’s time for your reward.”

Reward? Seriously?

The anticipation of what’s coming fills me with excitement.