Domineering Billionaire’s Maid Novels & Stories

I’m just her boss, but now I want to be more than that in her life. She’s different from other women. Innocence drips from her eyes. That’s why I never feel like making her my submissive. She’s not meant to be controlled; she’s meant to rule the heart of a billionaire like me. “May I go, sir? I have some work.” As she speaks, I come out of her thoughts. As I nod, she leaves after bowing in front of me. There’s something about her that captivates me, something beyond her role as a maid. She deserves more than being a submissive to anyone. There’s a fire within her I want to ignite.

He made ordered all maids to stay in the hall while fucking her constantly making her cum six times over his dick, even though he was treating her nice and sweet in front of the all maids making them jealous. All maids are shocked when he goes down on her, sucking and licking her intimate parts, breaking all the rules he had made for his slaves. All the maid had understood what her place was in his life after watching him go down on her sucking her and drinking her liquid with great interest. Their whole day went in just fucking each other as both of them missed each other.

said one of them and as soon as finished speaking, the four of them began their task, two of them approaching her. She staggered back and sat on the headboard warily, "Wait, what the hell is going on? What are you going to do?" She blurted, stopping them from reaching her. But the maids were like robots "We'll start washing you up Mistress" they held her even though she was protesting. "What? No! I can wash myself! I don't need someone to do that!" They dragged her to the washroom and locked the door, without a warning they stripped her off her pajamas, she gasped and stared at them. "What the hell? Where is my husband? Call him now!" She screamed, but the robots continued their work, bathin

I hate this particular maid. “Hey you, I am going to be the new Madam here in this mansion, if you love your job and want to still keep it, better be on my good side,” I warned her. “Sir Liam never told us about you ma’am, as long as Madam Gina is Sir Liam’s wife, only she will I obey and serve.” She replied, how rude of her. “You old hag, I will make sure you lose your job.” I was already dominating and winning. After all, Liam is already aware, he can’t deny the truth, this is my chess game where I am the queen, I am powerful, and I have Liam right on my finger top.

My innocence wasn’t lost — it was sold, stamped, and sealed with thirty billion dollars. At twenty, I was already drowning in debts and poor choices. Every knock on my door felt like a countdown, every message from the bank a threat. Then came him — a man with calm eyes, a measured voice, and an offer that sounded like salvation. He said he needed a maid. Except… it wasn’t just him. They did. An elite circle of billionaires — powerful, untouchable, dangerous.

And the smile that curved her lips was slow, venomous. “So it’s true,” she breathed, her voice low but sharp enough to cut. She took in Maya from head to toe, her eyes lingering on the blouse, the simple skirt, the ring glinting faintly on Maya’s hand. Her laugh was short, cruel. “The little maid.” Her eyes flicked deliberately to the ring again. “The help has become the wife.” Maya’s breath hitched. Her fingers curled instinctively against her palm, nails biting into her skin. She wanted to speak, to defend herself, but Georgia’s presence pressed heavy against her chest, squeezing the air from her lungs.

Titus asked, looks like we both are confused equally. Dominic turned his eyes toward me, as if he is saying that lady going serve me. The butler followed his gaze, realization dawning on his face. "Understood, my Lord, I'll inform her immediately." I crossed my arms. "Are you bringing her to serve me as a maid?" Dominic shook his head. "She isn’t a maid." "Then who is she?" He replied casually, "She can be anything you want, since you're still young, she can be your nanny, if not headmaid to take care of you and your needs."

Every detail spoke of wealth and ancient, powerful lineage. The meal began immediately. My old life had been scrubbing floors and preparing food for the elite; my current life was watching three silent, precise maids serve Davon and Kylah. Old habits die hard. When one maid, struggling with the weight of a huge, ornate silver tureen of soup, nearly wobbled, I reacted without thinking. I shot up from my seat, moving around the table to steady her arm and the heavy dish. A strong, warm hand immediately wrapped around my forearm.

I said. "There's no reason for a maid to have four bodyguards" Dominic dropped his spoon. "Stop talking about the job 'maid' like it's the filthiest job on Earth. It's a decent job with decent earnings," I chided. "Whatever" Dominic said. "That was rude," Amara said. "I'm sorry,y brother," Dominic said. "I was never rude to my brother until you came along!!" Dominic yelled at Kayla who was looking like a lost sheep.

I’m just a maid, nothing more. I bet he laughed his ass off in his head. A maid… expecting a kiss from her billionaire boss. Pathetic.