Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

Alice’s P. O. V.

The next morning,

After a long and arduous three weeks, I wake up with a genuine smile on my face, and it widens as I find myself nestled in the arms of Alexander.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Last night was different; it was a turning point for me. Finally, I felt warmth and contentment as he made love to me. At that moment, all the pain and scars I carried within seemed to vanish. Despite the visible scars on my body, he made me feel like the most beautiful person in the world.

It brought a glimmer of hope into my darkened life, showing me I could find happiness again. So, from now on, I will try to forget the torture I endured as if it were a nightmare that didn’t actually happen. I want to embrace life to the fullest with Alexander by my side.

I lift my head from his chest and gently kiss his forehead before murmuring, “Thank you.”

I feel incredibly fortunate to have a man like him in my life. He didn’t leave my side for even a single moment during my darkest days. The way he has supported and cared for me has only deepened my love for him.

I never thought that one day someone would ever love me this much.

If not for myself, I will strive to find happiness for his sake. It’s vividly visible in his eyes that seeing me live like a lifeless soul hurts him even more.

“I promise you, Alexander. From today onward, you will see the old Alice.” I whisper, caressing his dark stubble with my thumb before planting a tender kiss on his lips.

While he continues to sleep, I decide to prepare breakfast for him. As I step out of bed, memories flood my mind of how he punished me for leaving him alone in his bed, causing a faint blush to appear on my face. I miss those carefree days we once shared.

But the memory also serves as a reminder of why he was so upset about me leaving him alone in bed. He experiences nightmares when I’m not there with him. I can now feel his pain. I’ve only been experiencing nightmares for a few weeks, whereas he has endured them since childhood. With him by my side, I had someone to rely on, while he had no one to turn to. It must have been truly horrific for him.

He has been through so much. I’m glad I entered his life and healed him.

I properly tuck in the comforter. “Alexander, I’m sorry. I’m leaving you alone in bed because today, I want to surprise you with your favourite breakfast.” I whisper, running my fingers through his hair and placing a soft kiss there.

As I put on his shirt, I notice the scars on my body, and the memories of my torture flash through my mind. I want to forget it all, treating it like a nightmare, but these scars are a constant reminder that what I went through was real.

‘No, Alice. You can’t fall weak. You’re Alexander’s strong Alice. When you see these scars, remind yourself of how resilient you are, living happily even after enduring such torment. Life is too short to dwell on the moments that hurt you. Instead, focus on the beautiful times you’ve shared with the love of your life and create new, wonderful memories with him.’

After encouraging myself, I let out a sigh and button up the shirt, staring straight with determination to fight back against the darkness of my past torture.

Alexander’s P. O. V.

I wake up, and my eyes scan the room in a panic when I don’t find Alice by my side. I frantically check the bathroom and the beach area outside our room, but she is nowhere. My heart races with fear.

I rush out of the room and come to a halt when I spot her in the kitchen, preparing breakfast like old days with enthusiasm and a smile on her face.

Is it a dream?

I rub my eyes to confirm what I’m seeing is real.

It’s real.

My old Alice is back. I feel so relieved to see her like this; my happiness has no bounds. Last night worked as magic. Love indeed has the power to conquer all pain.

I dash to her and snake my arms around her before placing a soft kiss on her cheek. The touch of her warm skin against my lips reconfirms that this is not an illusion, but a beautiful reality.

She turns her head to face me, her laughter filling the room as she playfully smears sauce on my nose. “Morning, Alexander.” She utters, her voice laced with joy.

Unable to contain my elation, I turn her towards me and engulf her in my arms, wanting to savour every moment of having her back. I yearned to see her laughing and happy.

“Morning, Alice. I’m so glad to see you like this,” I express, my voice overflowing with genuine joy as I hold her closer to me.

“All credit goes to you, Alexander. You healed me with your love. Last night, after so many days, I felt so good. Thank you so much.” She embraces me tighter.

As we pull apart, I lift her from the floor and make her sit on the kitchen counter. I stand between her legs, and after leaning in, I capture her lips in a soft kiss.

Our kiss deepens and turns wild as I glide my hands into her shirt, caressing her thigh. She tugs at my hair, drawing me closer to her.

“I love you, baby, and I missed you.” I whisper, our foreheads pressing together, an intimate connection that speaks volumes of our unbreakable bond.

“I’m so fortunate to have you, Alexander. You brought me back. I love you.” She cups my face and takes my lips in her mouth for another lingering kiss, encircling her legs around my torso and igniting burning desires in us.

“Make love to me, Alexander Wilson.” She demands, panting and gazing at me with a hint of neediness in her eyes. “I want to feel as good as I did last night.”

My response is immediate and filled with tenderness. “Sure, my darling.” I tenderly press my lips against hers, followed by gentle kisses along her neck. She emits a pleasurable sound, tilting her head in response.

I unfasten the buttons of her shirt, all the while peppering her neck and shoulder with affectionate kisses. I massage her soft boobs with a gentle touch, wanting nothing more than to shower her with love and erase any lingering traces of the pain she endured from her memory.

While softly suckling her nipples, I slip my hand into her underwear, caressing her with gentleness. She responds with pleasurable moans, her hands clutching my hair as the intensity of our connection deepens.

At last, I position myself on her after pulling down her undies and my lower. Our eyes lock as I ease into her, grasping her thighs. She closes her eyes, a smile of utter contentment gracing her face, a solitary tear of happiness tracing its way down her cheek as she feels me inside her.

“I love you, baby.” I suck her tear before we move together in a slow, gentle rhythm.

Her voice quivers with intense emotions. “You make me feel heaven on earth, Alexander. I love you so much.” Her moans mix with words of adoration as her hands encircle my neck, her legs locking around my torso.

Overflowing with love, I continue to kiss her passionately while giving her gentle thrusts, stroking her thighs and breasts. The kitchen resonates with our moans and gasps. Our bodies entwine, our desires merging into a symphony of passion and connection.

At this moment, I am eternally grateful for the journey we have embarked upon, for the strength we have found in each other, and for the unyielding love that continues to grow between us. We have overcome the darkness of our pasts, and now, we’ll live a life, loving each other forever.