Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

Next morning,

As I wake up, my heart warms, seeing Alexander talking to our little one, placing his head on my belly.

I smile at the sight of him and run my fingers through his hair. “Good morning, daddy.” I whisper, and his gaze lifts to meet mine, his lips curving into a warm smile.

“Good morning, mommy. Did you sleep well?” He asks, his eyes still fixed on my belly.

“Yes, I did. And you?” I reply, feeling grateful for this moment.

“I did too. Our little one kept me company.” He answers, stroking my belly.

“I can’t wait to meet him or her.” I express my excitement.

“Me too. I already have so many plans for our child.” He speaks, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm.

I let out a soft laugh. “I know you were reading parenting books last night. You’re going to be the best father.”

“And you’ll be the best mother.” He replies, moving closer to my face and capturing my lips in a soft kiss.

We lie in each other’s arms for a few more minutes, our hands entwined like our souls.

***

As we sit on the balcony, sipping our coffee and enjoying the outside view, he enquires, “What would you like to eat for breakfast, Wifey?”

A mischievous thought crosses my mind, and I set my mug down. I straddle his lap, wearing a seductive smile.

“I would like to have you in the breakfast, husband.” I whisper against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck and grinding myself against his hardness.

“Can I?” I ask, my voice husky with desire.

Although I know he’ll deny it, I’m enjoying this.

“Yes, you can have me, love.” My eyes widen upon listening to his response.

“Really, we can have sex?” I ask in disbelief tone because last night he strictly denied having sex during my pregnancy.

He nods, and I can see the desire in his eyes. “Yes, because last night I did some research about sex during pregnancy and confirmed it with the doctor this morning. There’s no risk if there are no complications.”

His words fill me with joy. “You researched this?”

His fingers gently trail down my cheek. “Yes, and I found out that there are even some advantages to having sex during pregnancy.”

“What advantages?” I ask, intrigued.

He leans closer, his lips brushing against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. “Well, it can increase the intimacy between us, reduce stress levels, and even help with the delivery process.”

“Wow! It sounds amazing. Let’s do it.” I squeal, taking off his black t-shirt in haste. As I kiss down his chest, he moans, clutching my hair.

My carnal desire is at its peak, and I just can’t wait to feel him inside me.

I rub myself against him, feeling his hardness grow under me. He groans, gripping my waist.

I lean in to kiss him, our tongues tangling in a passionate dance. Our bodies are on fire, ignited with the desire to be with each other.

We both know this moment is special because we’ll make love as husband and wife for the first time, and we want to make the most of it.

He carries me to the bed, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating as one.

Then he undresses me, and his hands are gentle as he explores my body, his lips leaving a trail of kisses on my skin.

I let out moans and my hands clutches at his hair as he enters me, taking me to heaven like always.

We make love slowly and passionately, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. I feel safe and loved in his embrace, knowing that he would do anything to protect our little one and me.

The pleasure is intense, and I feel myself reaching the peak of ecstasy. I cry out his name, my body shaking after climaxing. He keeps thrusting into me until he explodes inside me.

He holds me close, his breath warm on my neck.

We lie in each other’s arms, spent and satisfied. Our love for each other grows stronger with each passing moment.

“I love you, Wifey.” He whispers, pressing his lips on my forehead. Every time he calls me his wife, I feel out of the world.

“I love you more, husband.” I snuggle into him, feeling grateful for Alexander, for our little one, and for this beautiful life we’ve built together.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

He whispers sweet nothings in my ear, his hand rubbing my belly with a gentle touch. I smile, feeling awe at the miracle of life growing inside me. Truly, this feeling is out of the world.

***

I’m seated on the balcony with Alexander, clad in his shirt. I’ve been experiencing a loss of appetite, but he’s gently encouraging me to eat.

“Love, please have something to eat. I’ve never insisted like this before, but it’s crucial for our baby.” He explains, holding my hand.

I pout and reluctantly agree, knowing that he’s rightI need to follow the doctor’s recommended diet for our child.

With tenderness, he feeds me and comments, “That’s my girl.”

“My caring daddy.” I peck his cheek on behalf of our little one.

“I’ll always take care of you and your mamma.” He leans in and kisses my belly.

Suddenly, a wave of nausea washes over me, and I rush to the bathroom. He follows me, concern etched on his face.

As I lean over the basin and throw up, he holds my hair with care, just as he always does. When I turn towards him, he cleans my face with a wet towel. The way he is taking care of me these days is truly remarkable.

He carries me back to the room and lays me down on the bed before sitting beside me.

“Your weight should increase during pregnancy, but you’re losing it. You’re getting so weak, love. I’m incredibly worried about you. I should call the doctor.” As he picks up his phone, I stop him.

“Alexander, it’s normal to lose some weight in the initial months of pregnancy. The doctor explained this to me. Don’t worry.” I reassure him, gripping his hand.

He gazes at me with a mixture of love and concern, his fingers stroking my cheek. “I just can’t help but worry, especially when I see you like this. You and our little one mean everything to me.”

I take his hand in mine and squeeze it in reassurance. “I know, Alexander. Your care and concern mean the world to me. But trust me, I’m fine. And it’s normal in pregnancy, don’t worry.”

He leans down to press a tender kiss on my lips. “It’s just hard not to worry when you both mean so much to me.”

His concern warms my heart, knowing how much he cares for us. “You know, this is one of the things that makes you a wonderful husband and father already.”

He smiles, his worry still visible in his eyes. “I just want to ensure that you and our baby are safe.”

I bring his hand to my belly and place it there. “Feel that? Our little one is growing inside me, and we’ll both make sure to take good care of each other.”

His eyes light up as he feels the subtle movements beneath his hand. “It’s truly a miracle, isn’t it?”

“It is,” I say with a soft sigh. “And we’ll be just fine, Alexander. With your love and care, everything will be alright.”

As he lies, pulling me in his arms, I snuggle into his warmth, feeling safe and loved in his arms. The contented silence envelops us.

He breaks the silence with a soft smile. “Love, where would you like to go today? We can do anything you want.”

I look up at him, feeling content. “You know what I want, Alexander? I want to spend the whole day in your arms right here in this room. Just you, me, and our baby.” I place his hand on my belly and smile at him.

His eyes light up with affection, and he nods. “That sounds perfect to me.”

The day passes blissfully. We talk, laugh, and hold each other, cherishing every moment. Alexander’s love and attention make me feel like the luckiest woman in the world. We even share a light lunch in the room.

As evening approaches, Alexander asks, “Love, do you want to go somewhere for dinner? We could go out and have a delightful meal together.”

I consider it for a moment, but then shake my head. “No, Alexander. I’m so comfortable right here, and I want to stay in tonight.”

He smiles and agrees. “Alright, we’ll order something in.”

At night, when Alexander is bathroom, my mood takes an unexpected turn. I feel like I’ve ruined our entire honeymoon by staying in the room. Tears well up in my eyes, and before I know it, I’m crying.

Alexander rushes to the room, his expression filled with concern. “Alice, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He asks, sitting beside me.

I sniffle, unable to hold back my tears. “I just suddenly felt like I’ve wasted our honeymoon staying in this room, and it made me cry.”

His worried look turns into one of understanding, and he wraps his arms around me. “Alice, you didn’t wast anything. Every moment I spend with you is precious. Whether we’re out exploring or right here in this room, it’s all special because you’re with me.”

I nod and bury my face in his chest. “I’m sorry, I just can’t control my emotions.”

He kisses my head. “You don’t have to apologise. It’s all part of the process, and I’m here for you.”

I pull back to look into his eyes, my eyes still teary. “I know, but sometimes I feel like I’m being so unreasonable.”

He chuckles and wipes away a tear from my cheek. “Not at all. It’s just our little one’s way of reminding us they’re on the way. We’ll get through this together, love.”

As my mood slowly stabilises, I manage a small smile. “I love you, Alexander. Thank you for being so patient.”

He smiles back at me and presses his lips on my forehead. “I love you too, Alice. Our little one is lucky to have you as their mom.”

“Let’s go out now,” I demand, my emotions shifting again.

“Alice, it’s midnight. Where will we go?” He’s genuinely puzzled.

“I don’t care, just a short walk or maybe a late-night drive. I don’t want our honeymoon to be confined to our room.”

Understanding my desire, he nods, and a hint of a smile plays on his lips. “Alright, love, we can go for a short drive. But it’ll have to be a really short one, and I’ll drive carefully.”

That’s all I need to hear. He always supports my mood swings, making me feel even more fortunate to have him as my husband.

As he goes to get ready, I snuggle into the soft blanket. But as I wait, my eyelids grow heavy. I try to stay awake, but before I know it, I’ve drifted off into a peaceful slumber.