Forbidden Desire: The Billionaire’s Plaything

“You called for me, Master?” Elodie inquired as she stepped into Antoine’s office.

“Yes, I did. I heard you bought vegetables from the same store I specifically asked you not to buy from again,” Antoine said as he removed his reading glasses, staring at Elodie the moment she closed the door behind her.

“I’m sorry, Master. It was a mistake. I promise it won’t happen again.”

He chuckled at her words as he stood, glancing at his reflection in the mirror before walking around the desk toward her.

“I heard from one of the sisters at the temple that you were once a noble. That you would make a good maid because of your manners. Is that why, when I tell you to do something, you go ahead and do something else? You think you know better than me… I see.”

“Master, it’s—”

“Shush,” he cut her off. “Raise your skirt. Now.”

“Master…”

“Raise your skirt right now and don’t make me repeat myself.”

She took a deep breath. This wasn’t the first time he had punished her this way. It had started a month ago.

“Okay, Master.”

She lifted her uniform skirt, revealing her white panties. His eyes widened.

He swallowed. “You’re beautiful. Every time you lift that skirt, it feels like the first time. Come here. I want you to see yourself.”

He took her hand and led her to the mirror.

“Look at you. You’re beautiful. Your legs are slender, and you have such a lovely figure,” he said, admiring her as she stared at her reflection, her skirt still raised.

He bent and began kissing her legs, slowly working his way up to her neck. He grabbed her hips from behind, trailing kisses along her skin. One hand cupped her breast while the other slipped into her panties, rubbing her clit as he squeezed her chest firmly.

“I heard you’re a virgin,” he murmured, nibbling her ear as he continued his assault on her body.

She didn’t want to enjoy it. She couldn’t be this lewd. All her life, she had prided herself on her chastity, but this man constantly dragged her to the edge, making her question who she was.

“Are you done, Master?” she asked, already preparing to flee—to confess her sinful thoughts and punish herself for wanting more.

“Done?” he said softly. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m just getting started.”

He unclasped her bra, tearing her shirt and pressing her against the mirror. Her breasts were exposed, aching and sensitive.

“What a lewd thought,” she scolded herself.

He dragged her panties upward, separating her folds with the fabric.

“I’m going to take you now, Elodie,” he said coldly. “It won’t be gentle. I’ll make sure that when I pull away, you’ll feel me every night after. If you want this to stop, now is the time to speak.”

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Antoine Rivera leaned against the kitchen counter, staring at the mess his sons had left behind. The sink was overflowing with dishes. Shoes—reeking of sweat were scattered across the floor. Jackets, books, and bags littered the living room.

He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. His sons were adults—twenty-one and twenty-four yet they couldn’t clean up after themselves, let alone live on their own.

Instead, they were here, eating his food and turning his house into chaos.

Despite his efforts to keep things together after the divorce, he felt like he was failing. Had he failed them as a father? Did they need a woman’s presence in their lives?

He was rarely home when they were younger, always working. The guilt sat heavy in his chest.

A conversation with one of his colleagues came back to him. They had suggested hiring a maid—someone who could bring order, stability.

Now seemed like the right time.

Antoine grabbed his keys and drove across town to the temple. He chuckled darkly at the irony. He hadn’t believed in prayers for years, yet here he was, driven by desperation.

He needed help and fast.

The temple was quiet when he arrived, the faint scent of incense lingering in the air. He spoke with one of the sisters, explaining his situation, embarrassed by how bluntly he admitted his failure.

“I have two grown sons and a house that looks like a war zone. I just need someone reliable. Someone willing to live in.”

“I think I may have someone for you,” the sister said, disappearing into an inner room.

She returned moments later with a young woman who was around twenty-two. Her face held an air of innocence, her eyes fixed on the floor.

Submissive, Antoine noted.

As they approached, he noticed the way her simple clothes clung to her body, her soft lips, her wide eyes.

Stop it, he chastised himself.

“This is Elodie,” the sister said gently. “She has no family to return to. She’s hardworking and kind.”

Antoine offered a small smile. “Hello.”

She glanced up briefly, then lowered her gaze again. “Hello, sir.”

“I’m looking for someone to help in my home,” he said carefully. “The pay is good, and you’ll have your own room. The only condition is that you live in.”

She hesitated. “Oh…”

“I’m not expecting perfection,” Antoine added softly. “Just effort.”

The sister placed a reassuring hand on Elodie’s arm. “You don’t have to decide right now. Think about it.”

Elodie nodded slowly.