Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

Alexander’s P. O. V.

After having breakfast, I return to my room. It’s Sunday, and I have to go with my brother, but before leaving, I want to meet Alice.

I send her a text message.

Me: I want to meet you.

Alice: Do you remember, you can only call me when you want to fuck me?

As I read her response, I shake my head in disbelief. This girl has completely lost her mind.

Me: Yeah, I remember.

Fuck! Now I have to have sex with her every time I want to meet her. Even though I’m always ready to fuck her, it’s still frustrating.

Alice: I’m coming.

I place my phone on the table and take puffs of my cigarette while sitting on the chair.

It’s going to be difficult to earn her forgiveness and trust, but I’ll do it because I don’t want to lose someone as precious as Alice.

The sound of a knock at the door interrupts my thoughts, prompting me to remove the cigarette from my mouth and extinguish it in the ashtray.

“Come.” I grant permission, and she enters my room.

I rise from the chair, admiring her. She always looks so beautiful and sexy in her maid outfit.

“Hey.” I approach and wave at her.

As she notices the bandage on my hand, her expression changes. It’s clear in her eyes that she still cares about me.

But she conceals her genuine emotions and rolls her eyes.

I recollect Edward’s words as the blue paint stain on her forehead catches my attention. She’s an artist, and she was probably painting when I messaged her to meet me.

“Were you painting when I texted you?” I inquire, caressing the blot of blue paint on her forehead.

“It’s none of your business.” She retorts, jerking my hand away, which makes me frown.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

How can she hurl my hand like this?

‘Calm down, Alexander. You have to control your anger if you have to win her heart.’ As my inner voice reminds me, I compose myself by taking a deep breath.

I lean down and move closer to her face, accelerating her heartbeat. “Alice, I want to know about you.” As I whisper, fixing my searingly intense gaze on her, she loses herself in my eyes for a few seconds.

“But I don’t want you to know anything about me, sir.” She pushes me away, furrowing her brows in fury.

“Alice-”

“If you called me just to have a conversation, then I’m leaving.”

As she turns to go, I shout, “Wait,” and she stops. “Alice, I called you because I wanted to fuck you.”

I say this because I don’t want her to leave. I want to spend more time with her.

She turns around and gives me a blank look. “Then let’s do it.”

“Strip.” As I order her, she strolls towards me.

“I won’t obey your orders anymore because I am no longer your submissive, sir..” She speaks in a stern tone before standing on her toes and moving closer to my ear.

“So, remove my clothes yourself.” As she whispers in my ear, a shiver runs down my spine.

As she moves away from me, I grab her waist and pull her towards me. Our bodies collide, igniting a surge of carnal desires within us.

“I’ll take pleasure in doing it.” I utter in a husky tone against her lips, driving her wild.

“Then do it.” As she demands, I grab the hem of her dress and pull it out of her head. Then I pin her hands against the wall and devour her lips with hunger, pressing my hardness into her crotch.

Fuck! This woman drives me crazy!

I get down on my knees in front of her and my fingertips gently trace the butterfly tattoo inked below her chest.

I shift my gaze from the tattoo to her face, still petting the tattoo with my fingers. Her eyes are closed, fully immersed in the sensation of my touch.

“Your entire body is exquisite and your tattoo, Alice, enhances that.” I whisper, pressing my lips against the tattoo, causing her to quiver with anticipation.

Earlier, I was unsure of my feelings, so I disguised them. But now, finally, I can openly express my genuine feelings and tell her how gorgeous she and her physique are.

I stand up and clasp her face before kissing both of her eyelids.

As she opens her eyes, I whisper, losing myself in the captivating depths of her ocean-blue gaze. “And your eyes, Alice, they are the most remarkable creations of God. Anyone who gazes into your eyes, even for a fleeting moment, will undoubtedly become enchanted by them.”

A few strands of her hair have broken free from her bun and are now coming into her eyes. I tuck them behind her ears and continue, “And I see my future in your intense blue eyes, Alice.”

As I remove her hairpin, her hair gracefully falls on both sides of her shoulders.

“And you already know how much I’m obsessed with your open hair. Like your tattoo, your long hair adorns you.” I praise her hair while softly touching them.

“Stop praising me and start doing for what you’ve called me here.” She snarls, shoving my hand away.

“Alice, please, listen to me-”

“No, you listen to me, Mr. Wilson. Your sweet words won’t sway me because I know they’re all lies.” As she speaks, I shake my head.

“Alice, you’re mistaken, I-”

“I’m leaving.” She picks up her dress and puts it on in an instant.

“Alice, I’m not pretending. I’m conveying my true feelings.” I try to explain to her.

She ignores my words and utters in a grim tone, “Next time call me when you really want to fuck me because I don’t want to waste my time listening to your lies.”

She storms out of the room, slamming the door shut.

“Fuck! Why is she becoming so stubborn?” I stomp my feet in frustration.

The room now feels empty without her, and there’s a lingering sense of frustration in the air.

The faint scent of her perfume still lingers, intertwining with the wisps of smoke from the extinguished cigarette. I reach out and touch the spot on the wall where she leaned, her warmth still palpable.

It’s clear that Alice’s trust in me has been shattered, and my attempts to mend it only seem to push her further away. I need to find a way to break through her walls and show her my genuine feelings.

By taking a deep breath, I gather my thoughts. I can’t let her walk away like this. I stride towards the door, determined to catch up with her before she disappears from my sight.

As I step into the hallway, I see her figure disappearing around the corner. I quicken my pace, calling out her name, hoping she’ll stop and give me a chance to explain. But she keeps walking, her steps becoming faster, as if she wants to put as much distance between us as possible.

Desperation fuels my actions, and I break into a jog, closing the gap between us. Finally, I reach her and gently grab her arm to make her halt. She turns around, her eyes filled with a mix of anger, hurt, and scepticism.

“Let me go, sir.” She demands, her voice laced with a hint of vulnerability.

“No, Alice, please. Just give me a moment to explain.” I beseech, my voice brimming with honesty.

Her gaze softens slightly, listening to my words, but the next moment only she frowns and pushes me away.

“Sir, I don’t want your explanation. I just want a physical relationship with you, don’t you understand? You can just call me for sex.” She yells at me before running to her room.

Desperation takes hold of me, urging me to chase after her again, to plead with her to stay and listen. But a voice within me whispers that she needs space, that forcing her to stay would only push her further away.

With a heavy heart, I let her go, knowing that some battles can’t be won through words alone. I watch as she disappears around the corner. I need to show her my love through my deeds, not just through empty promises.