Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

Alice’s P. O. V.

I ask him to leave, thinking that I’m annoying him by crying.

“It’s not annoying me, Alice. It’s hurting me here.” As he whispers, pressing his finger gently against his chest. I stare at him, unable to believe what I’m hearing.

Is he the same man who made me cry? Does my crying truly inflict pain upon him?

“It’s your fault. You made me cry.” I wipe my tears with the sleeves of my blazer.

“Cute.” Listening to his words, my brow furrows in confusion.

Did he just say ‘cute’? Does he find me attractive even when I’m in tears?

“You find me cute when I cry?” I ask him in a disbelieving tone.

“Your cheeks and nose have turned rosy from crying, which makes you even more adorable.” As he speaks, taping my nose, I chuckle.

It feels comforting to have a normal conversation with him.

I wish I could trust him once again.

‘You should give him one more chance, Alice.’ My heart advises by melting at his words.

‘If he hurts you again, what will you do?’ My mind cautions me.

Now I am torn between listening to my heart or following the guidance of my mind.

No, I cannot allow my heart to melt and permit him to break my already shattered heart again.

“Sir, when will my dress arrive? I need to leave.” I inquire, because the more time I spend with him, the more I forget the pain he caused, and I trust him again because of his kindness towards me.

“But I want to spend more time with you, Alice.” He clasps my hand.

“Wait, a second! You deliberately tore my dress, didn’t you?” As I ask him, he lowers his eyelashes and nod.

“Yes.”

I can’t believe he planned this just to spend time with me.

“You’re unbelievable,” I mutter in astonishment, shaking my head.

“I did it because you weren’t giving me any chance to talk to you.” He explains.

Is he truly desperate to spend time with me?

Does he genuinely feel guilty for causing me pain? I ponder, staring at him.

He’s been heartless, so why does he care about me?

And he said right, it is a significant thing that Alexander Wilson apologised to me.

From the very beginning, all I craved was his love, and now that he’s finally giving it, why am I running away from him?

I’ve fallen in love with a monster who is now striving to change himself, putting in tremendous effort to earn my forgiveness. It’s a remarkable thing.

“Say something, Alice.” His words snap me back to reality.

“I have to go home. Bring my dress.” I say because I need some time to think about us.

“Okay.” He gives me a slight nod before taking his phone out and calling his assistant.

“Bring the package.” He instructs before ending the call.

He rises from the sofa, picks up a cigarette from the table, and ignites it with a lighter. Then he strolls toward the window, exhaling smoke as he gazes down through the glass pane.

Why does he have to smoke all the time?

I stand up and approach him.

“I don’t like it when you smoke, sir.” I assert, and he turns towards me, expelling a cloud of smoke from his mouth.

“Sorry, but that’s one thing I can’t change about myself.”

As we hear a knock on the door, he goes to open it after grinding the cigarette stub into the ashtray on the table. He steps outside and returns within a few seconds, holding a paper bag in his hand.

“Here goes your dress.” He utters, taking out a blue dress from the bag.

“Why this dress? What about my maid outfit?” I ask, approaching him.

“You don’t have to wear that, Alice, because now you’re not the maid of our house.” He states, gently placing his hand on my face.

He made it clear yesterday that I’m his maid, and now he’s saying this. Then he expects me to trust him. How can I trust him when he is giving me contradictory signals?

“What about your yesterday’s statement?” As I ask, he withdraws his hand from my face and closes his eyes, irked.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

He opens his eyes after composing himself. “I said that because you weren’t listening to me, Alice. I take back my words.”

“Okay.” I nod because I’m tired of arguing with him. “But I want my maid outfit because I don’t want anybody should come to know about us.”

“Alright, I understand. You’ll get your outfit tomorrow. Now, put this on.” He holds out the dress to me.

I take the dress and put it on the table. I turn my back to him and take off my blazer. He stands behind me, and I can feel his intense gaze fixed upon my body.

I pick up the dress and don it. As I struggle to close the back zipper of my dress, I feel his one hand on mine, and his other hand come in contact with my back. A shiver runs down my spine, and I close my eyes, losing myself in his touch.

As he kisses my back, a direct jolt rushes between my thighs. Only he can make me feel this way.

He pulls up the zipper of my dress, then gently brushes my hair from my shoulder to my back and places a tender kiss on my head.

I adore the way he treats me like a queen. I have yearned for this.

Will he continue treating me this way if I forgive him?

I’m afraid that if I forgive him, he may treat me cruelly again.

Should I forgive him?

God! Why do I overthink so much?

As he snaps his fingers, standing in front of me, I come out of my thoughts.

“I think I should leave now.” I speak, although deep down, I want to stay with him because I miss him terribly when he’s not around.

While he says, “Okay, go,” his eyes beg me to stay.

Am I doing the right thing by not giving him a second chance?

I turn around and walk to the door after stealing one last glance at him. He suddenly rushes towards me and envelopes me in his arms from behind, jolting me with surprise.

“Please stay a little longer, Alice.” He implores, pulling me closer to him, and locking my hands with his.

His voice resonates with longing, urging me to remain by his side.

The sensation of his embrace is heavenly, and as I close my eyes, tears of pure contentment cascade down my cheeks. All I ever wanted was to feel his warmth around me from the beginning.

“Can’t you just forget you’re mad at me for a few moments?” He asks after leaving me and coming in front of me.

I just blink my eyes in approval because right now, I just yearn to let go of everything and lose myself in him.

As a smile of joy flashes on his face, my heart fills with delight.

Just because I’m angry with him doesn’t mean I don’t care for him or that his happiness is insignificant to me. I still love him in the same way, but I’m just afraid of getting heartbroken.

Nowadays, he showers me with love, and I fall deeper in love with him.

He entwines his fingers with mine, fixing his intoxicating eyes filled with affection on me. He brings my hand closer to his lip and plants a soft kiss on my knuckles.

Sometimes I can hardly believe that he is the same person who didn’t give me any attention and was always ready to punish me.

How can someone change so drastically and so swiftly?

That’s why I doubt him.

Whatever! Right now, I just want to relish this moment of us, forgetting about the entire world.

“I can’t bear to lose you, Alice. I’ll do whatever you say, just come back to me.” He implores, cupping my face and gazing deep into my eyes.

“I need time, sir.” I give him an honest response.

“Okay, take your time. Just don’t push me away from you.” As he speaks, I just nod.

He beams at me, and after leaning in, he presses his lips on my forehead, touching my soul and bringing a smile of utter contentment to my face with this soothing kiss.

As my eyes land on his bruised knuckles, I caress them with my thumb, inquiring, “Did you hurt yourself?”

“Yep, because I was angry with myself, but it’s nothing compared to the pain I’ve caused you.” He admits, his voice tinged with remorse.

“How can someone undergo such a profound transformation?” I wonder aloud, captivated by his change.

“When someone falls in love.” He indirectly confesses his love to me, and I just stare at him in utter disbelief.

We lose ourselves in each other’s eyes for a few minutes, forgetting about the entire world.

I clasp his hand and speak, stroking his wounded knuckles. “Promise me you’ll never harm yourself like this again.” I lean in and kiss his knuckles.