Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

Alexander’s P. O. V.

It’s been two weeks since Dad visited. During the first week, I didn’t leave her side for a single moment. I just want to protect her and not let anybody hurt her pure soul. After one week, she finally convinced me to go to the office, promising to protect herself.

I’m seated in my office chair, thinking about my Alice. I call her every hour to reassure myself that she’s okay. Ever since Dad’s visit, I can’t breathe in peace. The constant worry about her safety is eating me up inside. Questions like “Is she okay?” and “Does she need me?” keep haunting my thoughts.

It’s been an hour since I last called, so I pick up my phone again to dial her number. But this time, she doesn’t answer. Anxious, I get up from my chair and call her again, and still no response. This makes me extremely worried and scared for her.

Throughout this entire week, she never did this. She always picked up my call after one ring. Now, what has happened to her?

I call Mia, and she also doesn’t pick up my call.

“I hope she’s okay.” I mutter as I leave my cabin, distraught.

I press the button for the lift, repeatedly calling Alice on the phone in the hope that she’ll answer. My anxiety grows with each passing second.

The elevator door opens, and I step inside. I press the button for the ground floor, tapping my foot in tension and praying for her safety. As the door opens, I rush outside.

My driver is already waiting, holding out the car key. I snatch it from his hand, sit in the driver’s seat, and speed off towards my mansion.

Throughout the drive, I don’t find a moment of peace. I keep accelerating the speed while calling Alice again and again.

“Please pick up the call, Alice!” I beg, clutching the steering wheel.

After long half an hour, I reach the mansion. I dash inside and head straight to our room. But she’s not there. I become panic. After checking the bathroom and the backyard, I search her bedroom, but she is nowhere to be found.

I make my way to Aunt’s bedroom. “Aunt, where is Alice?” I ask her, my voice laced with tension.

“She’s not in her room?” She asks, and I realize she also has no information about Alice’s whereabouts.

“No! I’ve been calling her for an hour, and she’s not answering. I came back from the office to check on her, but she’s not here either. Where could she have gone without telling me or you?” I spill everything out in a breath, my anxiety causing me to pant.

“Alexander, relax! Have some water first.” She suggests, offering me a glass.

“How can I relax, Aunt? She’s missing, and she’s not answering my calls.” I refuse the water, shoving her hand away.

“She’ll come back, Alexander. Don’t think negative.” She reassures, placing her hand on my shoulder.

I can see the worry on her face, but she’s trying to be strong for my sake. She’s a resilient woman, and over the past two weeks, I’ve grown quite attached to her.

“But, Aunt, where could she have gone, not informing anyone about it?” I ask, knowing that even she doesn’t have an answer to this question.

Just then, we both hear Alice and Mia laughing from outside.

She enters the room while engaged in conversation with Mia, her laughter filling the air. A sigh of relief escapes me after seeing her fine, but why did she do this to me? Where did she go without telling me, and why did she ignore my calls?Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Here I am, consumed by worry, while she seems carefree.

Although I’m relieved she’s unharmed, her actions have infuriated me.

Her eyes meet mine, which are red and blazing with fury.

“Where is your phone, Alice?” I ask her in a calm tone, controlling my anger.

She takes out her phone from her sling bag and her eyes widen in shock when she notices many missed calls.

“I’m sorry, Alexander. My phone was on silent.” She apologises in a soft tone, her innocent gaze fixed on mine. But this time, it doesn’t melt my heart.

Today, her actions have provoked a level of anger that is hard to quell. She knows I call her every hour, then how could she ignore them and make me so angry?

I just grab her wrist and drag her outside the room. No one says anything.

Today, she deserves the punishment for what she did to me, so she shouldn’t repeat this in the future.

I lead her to our room.

“I can explain, baby.” She murmurs, her voice trailing as I shut the door behind us.

I turn towards her. “Shh!” As she is about to say something, I shush her by placing my finger on her lips, and then dangerously come close to her face. She doesn’t dare utter a word after locking her eyes with mine.

I pin her against the wall and continue to gaze deeply into her eyes.

Then I turn her around with a swift motion, pressing her front body against the wall.

“Alice,” I speak into her ear, my voice low, “you have made me furious.” My hand grabs her hair, and I graze her ear with my teeth, eliciting a soft from her.

I grab the waistband of her shorts and panties and yank them down in one swift motion. Her round, exposed buttocks are now bare and vulnerable to my touch. I pull her head back with a firm grip on her hair. As I run my hand over her smooth skin, I feel the softness of her buttocks before squeezing them.

The sound of my hand landing on her ass echoes in the room. She jumps, startled by my sudden spank, and I hear a faint gasp escape her lips.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Repeatedly, my hand meets her buttocks, her moans blending with the sound of my strikes. The scent of her arousal fills the air, and I can feel the heat radiating from her body as I continue to spank her.

Her once fair skin turns red with my fingerprints on them. I don’t even count how many spanks I give her because I focus solely on disciplining her.

As my fury dissipates, I take a deep breath and let go of her hair. The sound of her heavy breathing echoes through the room as she leans her head against the wall. I can smell the faint scent of sweat mixed with her perfume. The intensity of the encounter has left her exhausted.

Fuck! What did I do in my anger with her? What if the memories of her torture came flooding back because of this? As the realisation of my actions hits me hard, guilt engulfs me.