Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

Alice’s P. O. V.

After dinner, Alexander lies down, placing his head on my lap, and I caress his hair.

“Alexander, the night you were drunk, and I slept with you, why were you getting nightmares?” I enquire.

I recalled that night because of our tonight conversation, and now I want to know why he was getting nightmares that night.

“In my childhood, my mother abandoned me, which left a lasting impact on me. I would often find myself trapped in dreams where she would leave me again, a constant reminder of the abandonment I had endured.” His words tug at my heartstrings, and I feel a surge of empathy for the young boy he once was.

He smiles and takes my hand in his, adding, “However, ever since I started sharing my nights with you, the nightmares vanish like magic. Your presence faded away the ghosts of my past.”

As I listen to his words, a warmth fills my heart, knowing that my presence has brought him solace and tranquillity.

Overwhelmed with emotion, I lean down and plant a soft kiss on his forehead.

As I continue to stroke his hair, he shares another layer of his childhood. “When my mother abandoned me and my brother Edward, our father filled our minds with toxic beliefs. He taught us that all women are like my mother, that men should control them, and they’re unworthy of love and trust. These beliefs became ingrained in me, making it difficult to accept and trust you.”

My heart aches as I come to know the challenges he has faced in embracing love and trust. Now I understand why he distrusted and left me in the past.

“Alexander, those beliefs were born out of your father’s pain and insecurities. They do not define you.” I reassure him.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

He sits up and clasps my face, staring at me with unwavering love. “I know, Alice, because you fade those beliefs. After meeting you, I realised all women aren’t the same, and they’re equals to men. They deserve to be loved and cherished by man.”

A smile flashes on my face upon knowing that I helped him in becoming a better human being.

“Still something, I feel as if you’ll leave me one day, and this happiness is temporary.” As he shares his fear with me, his eyes fill with vulnerability.

I give a gentle squeeze to his hand. “This fear is normal, Alexander. Even I’m afraid to lose you. Everyone fears to lose to their loved ones.” I explain to him.

He gives me a slight nod before pulling me into his embrace. “Alice, I adore you so much. Please don’t leave me, even if I ask you to, because I have complete faith in you but not in myself.”

I tighten my hold around him and affirm. “I’ll stay with you until my last breath, Alexander, because I love you so much.”

He breaks the hug and kisses my forehead, bringing a contented smile to my face.

***

The next morning, I come out from Alexander’s arms and leave his room without disturbing his sleep because I have to prepare breakfast.

As I stand under the shower, water cascades down my body, relaxing my nerves, I wonder about my life and how much it has changed since I met Alexander. He completed me. All my sufferings were worth it in the end because I got to see his beautiful heart.

A gasp escapes from my mouth as suddenly my man’s muscular arms pinned my front body against the wall.

When did he enter the bathroom?

He tugs my hair backwards by taking them in a harsh grip and presses his front body against my back. I feel arousal between my legs as his hardness rubs against my buttocks.

“You shouldn’t have to leave me alone in the bed, Alice.” He whispers in my ear, his voice laced with intense anger.

Is he so much furious just because I left him alone?

“Alexander-” he shushes me by pressing my mouth with his palm.

“Now you’ll pay for being a bad girl, Alice.” After saying this, he clutches my waist and enters me with full force, causing me to scream.

He pounds into me with great vigour, roughly massaging my clit and pinching my nipples as if he is venting out his anger on me.

The bathroom fills with our moans and groans as he fucks me with aggression, sucking water droplets from my body and nibbling my neck. He goes deeper into me with his every forceful thrust.

“Don’t dare to leave me… ever, Alice.” He pulls out of me and spanks my buttocks before plunging into me again.

“Do you understand?” He growls, striking my hips and giving me hard thrusts.

“I’ll never leave you, Alexander….” A loud moan echoes through the bathroom as he comes out of me and hits my throbbing core.

I yelp in pleasure as he constantly rubs and strikes my crotch with full strength, pinning my face to the wall.

My whole body quivers as I climax on his hand, gasping for air.

“Kneel and pleasure me now.” He commands, moving away from me.

I quickly comply with his orders by kneeling in front of him and taking him in my mouth. He grasps my hair and continues to do his work with aggression.

This continues for hours. He rams into me in every corner of the bathroom, floor, countertop, against the door. It seems as if anger has possessed him. After a long time, I have witnessed his rage.

When he thrusts into me, pinning my body against the wall and grabbing my things, my legs wrapped around his torso, he suddenly stops.

He releases me on the floor, his eyes brimming with remorse, and I stare at him, panting.

Is he guilty of taking out his anger on me?

“I’m sorry.” He just leaves after kissing my forehead without saying a word, without even glancing at me.

I wonder what made him so furious.