Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

Alice’s P. O. V.

I shut the door of my room, feeling the weight of conflicting emotions. The tears stream down my face, fueled by frustration, longing, and the pain of internal wounds.

Why? Why do I desire a man like Alexander in my life, someone who always humiliates me? Why do I still have feelings for him even though he can’t reciprocate the same way?

“Don’t forget, you’re still a maid here and I’m your boss.” As his harsh words echo in my ears, I squeeze my eyes shut and a sob escapes from my mouth.

He wants to know why I want a physical relationship with him, but how can I explain that I long for him and want to be with him no matter what? And being in a sexual relationship with him is the only way I can prevent my heart from breaking again.

A part of me still yearns for more. I crave not only physical pleasure but also emotional connection. I long to be loved, cherished, and valued by him more than a maid, more than just a vessel for his desires.

I shake my head, chucking my thoughts because I can’t let him break my heart again.

I take a deep breath to regain my composure. “No more tears, Alice. Now you’ll have no expectation from him, and there will be no more pain.” I wipe off my tears and state in a stern tone, “he’ll see a different Alice now.”

I convince myself that this new version of Alice will be stronger, more resilient, and in control of her own destiny.

For now, he will see a changed Alice-one who plays the game, but on her own terms.

Edward’s P. O. V.

“Bro, I have planned something for today.” I tell Alexander at the breakfast table because today is Sunday, and it’s our day.

“What is it?” He arches his brows at me.

“Why don’t we take our submissive with us to our penthouse today and have some fun together?” I give him a mischievous wink because I already have many things planned.

“No.” He surprises me by declining the idea, and disappointment washes over my face.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t have a submissive at the moment. I think I’m tired of all this.” As he tells me, I stare at him with an open mouth.

“What’s the matter, Alex? You seem different these days.” I inquire, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Nothing, dude. It’s just that I want something new in my life.” He replies nonchalantly.

“Okay!” I respond, accepting his answer while still wondering what’s going on with him.

***

After breakfast, I make my way to the room of my submissive, Nancy. I find her preparing to accompany me, dressed in a seductive black dress, standing in front of the mirror.

“Nancy, there’s been a change of plans. You won’t be joining me today.” As I inform her, she turns to me in a swift motion.

“Why, Master?” She asks in a dejected tone as I approach her.

I ignore her question, a mischievous smirk playing on my lips. I have something else in store for her. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you miss me today.”

“How?” Curiosity gleams in her eyes as she eagerly awaits my explanation.

I shove my hand into my jeans pocket and pull out vibrating balls and an electric shock anal plug. Her eyes widen in astonishment because my slave enjoys pain with pleasure a lot.

“These will keep you reminded of me throughout the day.” I explain to her with a devilish grin, extending the plug towards her mouth.

“Thank you, Master.” She responds, obediently taking the plug into her mouth and allowing a droplet of anticipation to escape her lips.

“Now, bend down.” As I order, gesturing towards the edge of the bed, she immediately complies with it by bending over the edge of the bed.

I lift her dress and give a stinging spank on her bare ass before jabbing the plug in one forceful motion. She screams, arching her back. Then I slide vibrating balls into her vagina opening without any delay.

As I smirk and press the button on my phone, the plug and balls come to life. She wriggles, still bent over the bed, and her body trembles every time the plug gives her a small electric shock.

“Stand up.” I order after deactivating the gadgets, ending her torment for the moment.

“Both toys should remain inside you until I return. Understand?” I assert with a stern tone.

“Yes, Master.” She gives me a meek nod.

“See you tonight, Nancy.” I head towards the door after placing a kiss on her cheek.

As I press the button on my phone, activating the devices once again, she yelps and stumbles.

“Have fun, Nancy.” I let out an evil laugh, standing at the door before leaving.

Exiting the room, I enter the hall where Alice emerges from the kitchen. However, her usual spark is absent from her oceanic blue eyes today, leaving her looking gloomy.

What’s the matter with her? I want to know.

“Hey, Alice.” I greet her, stepping in front of her.

“Hello, sir.” She greets me in a polite tone, but her usual smile is missing.

Now I’m certain something is bothering her, and I want to know what it is.

“Is everything alright?” As I question her, her eyes enlarge in surprise.

“Yes, sir. Everything is alright.” She responds, fiddling with her necklace.

It is evident she is lying.

And why would she tell me? 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.

Alice’s P. O. V.

I’m trying to distract myself from thoughts of Mr Monster by painting in my sketchbook.

On the one hand, he claims to be sorry for hurting me, but another hand, he once again hurt me today by shouting at me.

I am certain that his apologies are mere pretence; in reality, he feels no genuine remorse.

I won’t be swayed by his words, and I will not allow him to wound my heart again.

As my phone emits a sound, I return to the present moment.

I retrieve my phone from the bed and a frown appears on my face upon seeing the caller ID. It’s him, ‘Mr. Monster.’

I change his contact name from Master to Mr Monster before reading his text.

Mr Monster: I want to meet you.

Me: Do you remember, you can only call me when you want to fuck me?

I can hardly recognize myself as the same person who was once so innocent as to broach the topic of sex. He has transformed me.

Mr Monster: Yeah, I remember.

Me: I’m coming.

After keeping my sketchbook and watercolours in the drawer, I depart from my room to meet Mr Monster.

I knock on the door and, upon receiving his permission, I enter inside by pushing the door open.

He approaches me. “Hey.” As he waves at me, the bandage wrapped around his fingers catches my attention.

As I notice his wound, my eyes fill with concern. I completely forget about my anger for a second and open my mouth to ask about his wound.

‘Alice, no. He is a monster who will never change. Stop worrying about him.’ My mind reminds me of his monstrous nature, prompting me to disregard his wound and roll my eyes. He has made me as cold-hearted as he is.