Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

Alexander’s P. O. V.

After two weeks,

I was there for Alice, standing by her side as she confronted her fears and worked through painful memories. I held her hand during difficult moments, reminding her that she wasn’t alone and that I was there to protect and support her.

We attended therapy sessions together, which helped her to cope with her trauma.

She healed and became stronger, leaving those horrific memories behind. Our love became a powerful force that helped her overcome the darkness of her past.

As we continued to build our life together, her fear gradually faded, replaced by hope and happiness. We shared laughter, joy, and love, creating fresh memories that overshadow the horrific flashes of the past, and each day, our bond strengthened.

In the morning, as I wake up, I find Alice standing beside the bed with a huge smile on her face.

“Morning, Alexander.” She wishes to me, her eyes shimmering with excitement and joy.

“Good morning! You seem so joyful today. What’s the matter?” I ask, sitting up.

“I have a surprise for you. There’s good news.”

“Are you pregnant?” I tease her, winking at her.

“Shut up, Alexander.” As she hits my biceps, I emit a laugh.

I rise from the bed, taking off the comforter. “The shine in your eyes is letting me know there is a wonderful surprise, so I’m just waiting to see what it is.” I speak, pointing at her eyes.

“Then come with me.” She clasps my hand and leads me to her old room.

She switches on the light, and my eyes widen in disbelief when I see the painting she created after such a long time. The artwork portrays us: I’m embracing her from behind, and beneath it, she has inscribed the words ‘Love can conquer any pain.’

“You painted?” I question her in an incredulous tone.

“Yes, Alexander. I finally painted again this morning. Now I finally feel like I found myself back. I got my passion back.” She squeals, and the profound joy of getting back her passion is clearly visible in her blue eyes.

As I stand there, witnessing the painting that she created with such passion and emotion, tears well up in my eyes. Seeing her find herself again, reclaiming her passion for painting and expressing her feelings through art, fills me with immense pride and happiness.

“You are incredibly talented, love. This painting is so powerful, and it truly reflects the strength of our love.” I speak, my voice filled with love.

She smiles at him, her eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you, Alexander. You’ve been my guiding light through it all. Without you, I wouldn’t have found the strength to pick up the brush again. I’m forever fortunate to have you, Alexander.”

“And I’m grateful for you, for your resilience and determination to overcome your past. You finally did it by fighting your horrific memories of the past. I’m proud of you.”

“You know what else you’ve given me, Alexander?” She enquires.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “What’s that?”

She places her hand on my chest, right above my heart. “You’ve given me a love so profound, a love that has healed my wounds and made me whole again. You are my everything, Alexander.”

I wrap my arms around her, pulling her into a warm embrace. “And you are mine, Alice. My heart beats for you, and I love you more than words can express.”

“I love you too, Alexander,” she whispers, her voice muffled against my chest. “You’ve shown me that love can truly conquer any pain.”

Then I wrap my arms around her from behind, just as depicted in the painting. “Alice, this is incredible. You’ve captured our love and strength so beautifully in this artwork.” I whisper, and we both stare at her artwork with a contented smile on our faces.

***

“Alexander, I’m alright now. No need to worry about me, just concentrate on your important meeting.” She reassures me, standing behind me and helping me put on the blazer.

I feel like staying with her instead of going to the office because she has just healed from her trauma.

As she stands in front of me, I place my hand on her face. “I don’t want to leave you alone here.”

“I’m not alone here. Mia is here with me.” She blinks her eyes at me in reassurance.

“Just call me if you need me.” I instruct her.

“Yes, sir.” She bows in front of me, causing me to chuckle.

“See you after a few hours.” I kiss her forehead before leaving.

Alice’s P. O. V.

After preparing lunch, I lie down on the bed with my eyes closed to take some rest. Suddenly, someone splashes water on me, leaving me utterly startled.

As my eyes jolt open, I find an elderly man standing before me, dressed in a black suit with an angry expression. Before I can say something, he seizes my wrist and forces me to stand on the floor.

“Who are you? Why-”

He snaps at me. “Just shut up, you bitch. How can you sleep in peace after separating the two brothers?”

Who is he? He resembles Alexander. Is he his father?

“Sir, I can explain-”

“I don’t want to listen to anything. You separated my sons. Edward is behind bars because of you. I’ll throw you out of this house.” He drags me downstairs, seizing my wrist.

“Please, sir! Listen to me for once.” I repeatedly beg him, yet he ignores me.

“Just shut up, you bitch. The Masters don’t allow the maids to speak in front of them in this mansion.” As he clutches my jaw and stares at me with hatred in his eyes, tears roll down my cheeks.

“Alexander-”

“You can’t speak without my permission. Don’t you understand?” He yells, giving a forceful slap to my face, causing me to tumble to the floor with a thud.

My breath grows heavy, and fear courses through my entire body. This slap triggers a flood of haunting memories from my past torture, causing me to convulse.

“I think I have to remind you of your place in this mansion.” As he pulls out the belt, I gaze at him in sheer horror.

Oh no, I cannot endure this once more.

Flashes of the times when Edward had struck me with his belt in the past flood before my eyes, watching him twirl the belt around his fingers.

“Please, don’t… don’t hit me. I’ll leave from here.” I plead, sobbing and shifting backwards in fright, my eyes locked onto the belt.

“No… please…” I squeeze my eyes shut and scream as he raises his hand in the air to strike me.

Every nerve in my body is on edge, and my heart races as I brace for the strike, my breath caught in my throat. The moment feels like an eternity, the world around me fading as the sound of my heartbeat reverberates in my ears.