Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

Alice’s P. O. V.

As I prepare lunch, my hands shake uncontrollably, the knife slipping from my grasp. I’m lost in the thoughts of what I witnessed this morning. Fear grips me tightly, refusing to let go. The horrifying images of Edward Sir’s cruelty towards Nancy, the sound of her screams, and the intensity of her suffering replay over and over in my mind.

The sound of my ringing phone startles me; the caller ID displays “Master,” and a sense of dread washes over me. I take a deep breath to steady myself before answering the call.

I bring the phone to my ear with trembling hands. “Hello, Master.” I say, my voice shaky but trying to maintain a composed tone.

“Come to my office now.” He disconnects the call, saying this in a stern tone.

“I’m so scared.” I murmur and tears trickle down my cheeks.

“What happened, Alice? Why are you crying?” As Mia asks me, I rub off my tears with the back of my palm.

“When the right time comes, I’ll tell you everything. Could you please manage my work here, I have to go somewhere urgently?” I request her.

She looks at me with concern, sensing the distress in my voice and the tears in my eyes. She reaches out to hold my hand as she nods in understanding.

“Of course, Alice. Don’t worry about work. Take care of yourself, and if you need anything, remember that I’m here for you.” She assures me, her voice filled with compassion.

“Thank you, Mia. You’re my saviour.” I whisper, grateful for her support.

With a deep breath, I gather my strength and wipe away the remaining tears. I straighten my posture and prepare myself to face Master, unsure of what awaits me in his office.

***

I reach my Master’s office. Today also I’m wearing the coat over my dress. I just can’t take the morning incident out of my mind. It’s disturbing me.

I walk straight through his cabin, the air heavy with tension. Each step feels like a burden, as if the weight of the world rests upon my shoulders. Doubt and fear cloud my thoughts, but a glimmer of determination pushes me forward.

As I reach the door, I hesitate for a moment, my hand trembling as I raise it to knock. I take a deep breath, trying to gather my courage, and finally rap my knuckles against the door.

“Enter.” Master’s voice commands from within.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

I step into his cabin after getting his permission. He is smoking, leaning against the glass wall.

He turns his piercing gaze towards me, smoke swirling around him as he takes a drag from his cigarette.

Alexander’s P. O. V.

“Hello, Master.” Alice enters my cabin, and to my surprise, she greets me with a lacklustre tone. It is as if a cloud has overshadowed her vibrant personality.

Questions flood my mind. What happened to her? Where did her cheerfulness go? What happened to the sparkle in her eyes?

I hurl my cigarette on the floor and stub it with the heel of my shoes before making my way towards her. Concern etches across my face as I can’t fathom what could have caused such a drastic transformation in her demeanour.

As I reach in front of her, she burst into tears, and my brows arch in shock.

What is wrong with her? Why is she crying?

“Please don’t punish me, Master. I can’t take it.” She pleads, her voice choked with sobs.

Punish her? But why? What could she have done that made her so afraid?

“Alice, what’s the matter?” I inquire in a stern tone, grasping her trembling arms. She meets my gaze, her eyes brimming with tears.

“This morning, I witnessed how Edward Sir treated his submissive.” She hiccups, struggling to speak through her sobbing. “I’m terrified. Please forgive me, Master, but I don’t think I could endure such treatment. It would be better if you kill me-”

“Shut the fuck up, Alice.” I snap, tightening my grip on her arms. She flinches and cries even harder, squeezing her eyes shut.

Fuck! I need to calm down myself. She is already so afraid.

I release her arms and take a deep breath to compose myself.

“Alice, sit down.” I say in a calm tone after leading her to the sofa and gently urging her to take a seat.

I pour a glass of water for her and offer it, watching as she takes a few sips between her sobs. As I settle beside her, she instinctively shrinks away, and my heart aches with an unfamiliar sensation.

For the first time, I don’t like it when someone is frightened of me; rather, seeing her trembling in fear cuts through me like a knife.

“Alice, I would never treat you the way Edward treated Nancy. There is a significant difference between you and Nancy. She is a well-trained submissive who enjoys pain. You’re already aware that our submissive has the power to stop us by using the safe word. So please, stop worrying about it.” As I explain to her in a gentle tone, she finally stops crying and wipes her tears, staring at me with her eyes dripping with innocence.

Then she poses a question, her voice serious and filled with concern. “Will you give me to Edward Sir after you’ve satisfied yourself with me?”

No way! The thought of sharing this pure soul with anyone, even my brother, is inconceivable. I can’t bear the idea of someone touching or leering at her exquisite body. She belongs to me and me alone.

“No.” I respond in a firm tone, and upon hearing my answer, she breathes a sigh of relief.

I lean closer to her face, intensifying the rhythm of her heartbeat.

“You’re only mine, Alice.” I whisper in a possessive tone, my hand holding her chin as I gaze deeply into her innocent blue eyes.

In a moment of undeniable desire, our lips met in a passionate kiss, igniting a fire within both of us. With a touch that conveyed my hunger for her, my hand slid into her dress and rub her wet honeypot over the fabric. I pull her closer by curling my other hand around her neck.

Lost in the moment, her moans mingle with our entwined lips. Her grip on my collar tightens as I continue to rub her wetness with great vigour.

The taste of her lips is an intoxicating blend of sweetness and desire, a tantalizing flavour that consumes my senses.

As I begin opening the buttons of her coat, the knock on the door disturbs us.

Annoyance etches across my face as I pull away from her, frustrated by the interruption. “Who is it?” I demand, my voice laced with irritation.

“It’s your PA, sir. You have a meeting. Clients are waiting in the conference room.” Comes the voice from outside.

“Shit! How could I forget about this important meeting?” I mutter and immediately stand up.

“You go, I’ll join you shortly.” I reply to my PA.

As I hastily straighten my appearance, I glance back at Alice, who is still sitting on the sofa, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen from our heated kiss.

“Alice, I’ll be back soon. Wait for me here.” I instruct her.

“Okay, Master.” She nods, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and sadness.

With a final lingering gaze, I turn away and make my way out of the cabin, leaving Alice behind, her presence lingering in my thoughts.

As I enter the conference room, I try to push aside the images of her pleading eyes and trembling lips, focusing instead on the business at hand.

As the meeting proceeds, I involve in negotiations and discussions, working to sustain my professional attitude. However, my thoughts keep drifting back to Alice, her vulnerability, and the desire that burns between us.

I find myself eager to finish the meeting and return to her.

After what feels like an eternity, the meeting concludes. The clients express their satisfaction, and they depart, leaving me alone in the room.

What’s wrong with me? Why am I only thinking about Alice? Why am I being so soft with her? She is just my submissive.

I take a moment to collect myself, trying to shake off the intoxicating effects of Alice’s presence.

As I enter my cabin, I find Alice sitting on the sofa, her eyes fixed on the floor.

“Out of my cabin right now.” I instruct her, making my way to my chair. Alice stands up, confusion is evident in her eyes as she meets my gaze.

“I said out.” As I yell, she shivers and immediately exits my cabin after bowing in front of me.