Domineering Billionaire's Maid

Edward and I are sitting at the dining table, enjoying our breakfast together. I take the first bite of my oats, but to my disappointment, they don't taste as delicious as they used to.

Edward notices my discontent and comments, "The breakfast doesn't taste as good as before, bro."

It becomes clear to me why the breakfast lacks its previous flavour—Alice didn't prepare it. I had recently relieved her of her cooking duties, but now I realize that was a mistake. She possesses a unique talent that seems to infuse her dishes with a touch of magic.

I should put Alice back to her previous job, including pleasing her master. I'm certain she can excel in both aspects.

"Edward, I understand why today's breakfast isn't up to par. But don't worry, I'll make sure you have a delicious lunch." I assure him with a smile.

"Okay, bro." He responds, relieved by my reassurance.

Shifting the conversation, I inquire about the progress of my ex-submissive.

I ask him, taking a sip of juice from my glass. "So, how are things going with my former submissive?"

He looks at me with a playful glint in his eyes. "I've been quite busy showing her my softer side, you know," he teases, causing both of us to chuckle. "Would you like to hear how I started my morning with her?"

"Yes, of course." I nod, interested in the details of their morning encounter.

"I flogged her cunt while she gives me a blowjob. It was incredible." As he shares his experience, a glimmer of satisfaction shines in his eyes.

"I can see you are relishing your time with her." I comment, noting his contentment.

"We are a perfect match. She derives pleasure from experiencing pain, and I find fulfilment in inflicting it." He states, giving me a mischievous wink, which elicits a burst of laughter from me.

***

As I open the door to Alice's room, I see her leaning over her bed, fluffing the pillows and smoothing out the sheets. The scent of her perfume permeates the room, enveloping me in its sweet fragrance, and I can hear the rustling of the sheets as she works.

Why does it feel like a magnetic force pulls me towards her whenever I find her in this alluring position? Her tempting presence leaves me unable to look away.

As I tiptoe towards her and spank her ass, she straightens up and turns towards me, her mouth agape in astonishment.

"Ma-Master? You're... you're here?" She stammers, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and anticipation.

"Can't I be here?" As I raise my brows, teasing her, she shakes her head right away.

"Of course, you can, Master. It's your mansion." She responds, her words laced with deference.

"Alright, I came here to inform you that you must continue with your previous duties." I inform her, noticing a tinge of sadness on her face.

Bewilderment fills my mind as I observe her sudden shift into sadness, leaving me questioning the cause.

"You mean... I'm released from being your submissive?" She inquires, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

A surge of joy washes over me as I realize that she's upset at the thought of being freed from the duty of pleasing me. It implies that she's already finding fulfilment in being my submissive.

"I said you have to continue your old duties. It doesn't mean you're exempt from pleasing your Master. You must balance both responsibilities." I clarify, observing a glimmer of hope sparkling in her eyes.