Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

Next morning,

I wake up to the soft morning light streaming through the curtains. As I open my eyes, I find Alice sleeping wrapped in my arms, resting her head on my chest. Her peaceful face brings a warmth to my heart that I’ve never experienced before. I smile as I brush a strand of hair away from her face, wanting to preserve this moment forever.

I want to arise every morning like this, holding her in my arms. So now I’ll do what I truly desire.

“I won’t hurt you anymore, Alice.” As I place a soft kiss on her head, she snuggles up into my arms like a baby and brings a bright smile to my face.

I stroke her hair, cherishing the calmness of the moment. She transformed me completely. I used to revel in control and dominance, finding pleasure in exerting power over others. But she, with her kindness and innocence, has shown me a different path. She awakened my dormant empathy and shattered the walls I had built around myself.

As I watch Alice sleep peacefully in my arms, I think back to the times I’ve hurt her, punished her, and imposed my dominance without thinking about her well-being. The guilt that washes over me is overwhelming.

I vow to myself that I’ll no longer treat her as a mere submissive to be controlled and punished. Instead, I’ll become a better person for her, to treat her with the kindness and respect she deserves. I want to be the one she can rely on in times of need, not the source of her pain.

After a while, I pull her away from myself because I want to get fresh. I properly tuck her into the comforter and kiss her forehead before heading to the bathroom.

When I come back, I see that she’s no longer there. I immediately rush to check on her because, for the first time, she left my room without informing me.

“Alice, why did you come here without waiting for me?” I ask her as I burst open the door and enter her room.

She answers, approaching me. “Master, I needed to change the pad. I waited for you for five minutes. Are you going to punish me for this as well?”

I lean down, fixing my intense gaze on her. “Yes, I’ll punish you.” I grab her jaw and whisper against her lips before capturing them in a passionate kiss. She clutches my shirt and deepens the kiss. Her lips are so soft and luscious.

“Your punishment is that you’ll sleep in my room for one more week.” I tell her after pulling away from her.

That’s how I’ll sleep with her for one more week.

“Is that even considered a punishment?” She questions, her tone filled with doubt.

“Sleeping in the monster’s room isn’t a punishment for you?” As I enquire, arching my brows at her, her eyes widen in shock.

“When did I call you monster, Master?” She enquires, playing with her fingers.

“I overheard you yesterday complaining to God and referring to me as a monster while we were on the phone all day.” I tell her.

“Shit!” She murmurs, closing her eyes, and I control myself from laughing, seeing her adorable facial expression.

“So your punishment is to sleep with the monster for one more week.” As I reiterate, she gives me a meek nod.

“Master, may I now get ready? I need to prepare breakfast.”

“Yeah, sure. I’m leaving.” I exit her room with a smile on my face.

She is so adorable.

Her eyes widen in surprise as I again enter the room. “I want you to see me in my room after making the breakfast.”

“Okay, Master.” As she nods, I return to my room.

She is more than just a submissive to me now, and I’m going to tell her that today.

I get ready for the office and wait for her to come, but she doesn’t come, so I decide to go to her room.

My brows furrow in perplexity as I see Alice exiting Edward’s room. My eyes dilate, and I stagger back in shock as I notice Edward leaving the room, buttoning his shirt.

What the fuck is going on? What is she doing with my brother?

Is she playing with both of us?

Has Edward made her his submissive as well?

At one point, she has two masters.

I can’t believe it. She seemed so innocent.

No, no! It can’t be true. But then what is this?

What was she doing in Edward’s room, and why was he leaving his room, buttoning his shirt?

A surge of possessiveness courses through my veins, and I can’t bear the thought of Alice being intimate with anyone else, even with my brother. The walls around my heart, which had momentarily crumbled, quickly rebuild themselves. It shields me from the vulnerability that I had allowed myself to feel.

Anger engulfs me, replacing any remnants of the affection and tenderness that had bloomed between Alice and me. I clench my fists, feeling the rage burn within me. How could she betray me like this? How could she allow herself to be with Edward?

I thought Alice was different from other women, but she’s just like the rest who can’t be satisfied with one man-they need many. Fuck! I was such a fool.

I feel like destroying the entire world after witnessing this.

For the first in my life, I liked a woman, cared about her and thought about her.

I feel as if she has betrayed me.

After coming to my room, I begin breaking things in a fit of rage.

I can’t believe my innocent Alice is also submissive to my brother.

She was unbelievably innocent because she was pretending, which is why she seemed too good to be true.

Tears trickle down my cheeks involuntarily. After ages, I’m crying because I’m heartbroken. This was the only reason I used to run away from stupid emotions, these feelings hurt beyond repair.

“Why, Alice? Why did you do this?” I howl, punching the wall continuously and bruising my knuckles. My heart is in so much pain that I can’t feel any physical pain.

I grab the bottle of scotch from the table, hastily open it, toss the cap aside, and start drinking.

She told me she belonged only to me, that only I had the right to touch her, and she disliked being seen in revealing attire by anyone except me. So why the fuck did she get undressed in front of my brother?

Why did she deceive me? Why didn’t she tell me about this?

Fuck! My soul burns as I imagine Alice with my brother.

“Why, Alice? Why?” I shriek, tossing the bottle on the floor. The glass bottle shatters into many pieces, like my heart.

I slump into a chair, smoking and shedding silent tears.

Why did I have to develop feelings for her? I was so good at being heartless before I met her. There was no pain, no heartbreak, no tears, no sorrow, no regrets, and no guilt in my life.

Why did this have to happen when I finally embraced my feelings for her?