Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

A few weeks later,

Now it has been almost three weeks since I entered a BDSM relationship with Mr Wilson. The experience has been exhilarating and beyond my wildest dreams. I never thought I would like to be someone’s submissive.

He has already fucked me in many positions by tying me in various ways on all of his furniture available in the playroom. It’s incredible how I beg for more, even when I’m exhausted. He has completely transformed my life, and I long for him whenever he comes out of me. He’s becoming an addiction.

However, he doesn’t miss an opportunity to punish me. His punishments can be thrilling and horrifying at the same time. The worst punishment for me is being bound in uncomfortable positions for hours.

Although he dominates me, punishes me, and sometimes hurts me with his behaviour, I can’t help but develop feelings for the monster.

My heart sinks whenever he leaves me alone after fucking me or after our session in the playroom. I yearn for his affection and the intimacy of cuddling after our sessions, but I know he won’t stay because he doesn’t sleep with his submissive.

I have no clue why I’m falling for someone who treats me only as an object of submission, without emotional connection or concern for me. He only wants to dominate me, fuck me, and punish me; it shatters my heart. It doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy all of this; I do, but I also long for his affection.

I wonder if I’m expecting too much.

As I step out of the kitchen, I notice Master struggling to climb the stairs by grabbing the railing.

Shit! He is drunk.

When he is about to lose his balance, I run to help him and catch him at the right time.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

‘I don’t need anybody’s help. Just leave.’ He harshly pushes me away from him, and I stumble a bit but balance myself by holding the railing.

“Master, you can’t walk properly, you’ll fall.” I try to explain, worried about his well-being.

“Why do you care? I said leave.” He yells, causing me to flinch.

What’s wrong with him? Why doesn’t he want my help?

Confused and hurt by his rejection, I still can’t abandon him when he clearly needs help. “Master, I can’t let you fall. Please let me take you to your room.” I implore, grabbing his hand as he lurches.

He again pushes me away. “If you help me and don’t leave, you’ll face the consequences tomorrow for disobeying me.” He warns me in a stern tone.

I don’t care about the consequences because I just can’t leave him like this when he needs my help.

“Fine, punish me tomorrow. Now let me take you upstairs.” I declare, holding his arm without caring about the consequences.

He gives up and encircles his arm around my neck. “You’re going to regret it, kitten.” He speaks as I take him upstairs by wrapping my arm around his back.

We reach his room, and I help him lie down on the bed before taking off his shoes and pulling the comforter over him. His eyes are closing because of intoxication.

As I turn to leave, he grasps my hand and requests in a soft tone, “Stay.”

It is the first time I have heard his so gentle voice, and my eyes widen in surprise.

I can’t believe my ears. Just moments ago, he was yelling at me to leave, and now he wants me to stay. I’m taken aback by his sudden change in demeanour.

What is he?

Curiosity and affection overpower me, and I slowly turn around. Although he becomes unconscious, I still sit on the floor beside his bed and stay with him.

How can I deny the request of my Master?

‘He looks so innocent while sleeping.’ I murmur, running my free hand through his hair and gazing at him with affection. He is sleeping, holding my hand.

I wish he wasn’t just my Master and I could give him love beyond our dominant-submissive relationship.

Why am I developing these feelings for him? I question myself as I rest my head on the bed.

Then I drift off while admiring the most handsome man sleeping in front of my eyes, who has become so important to me.

I wake up to the sensation of someone digging their nails into my hands. It’s Master, murmuring something in his sleep and gripping my hand tightly. It seems like he’s having a nightmare. Shit!

I feel some kind of pain in my heart to see him in such distress. He is shaking in sleep, scared like a baby. I never thought that anything could scare this “monster.”

Without hesitation, I lie down beside him on the bed and comfort him by running my fingers through his hair. Unexpectedly, he embraces me tightly, and his fear dissipates as he holds me in his arms.

I just get blank for a few seconds because I had been waiting for such a long time to feel his warm arms around me, and it feels so fucking good.

I feel like his arms are the place where I belong because I feel so peaceful. Why do this monster’s arms feel so safe? Why do I want to stay here forever? What is happening to me?

I continue to stroke his hair gently, my touch soothing him and calming his subconscious turmoil. The rise and fall of his chest against mine, the sound of his steady breathing, all of it creates an intimate atmosphere that I’ve craved for so long.

I wonder if there’s more to him than just the dominant and punishing side he shows me. Is there a vulnerable, softer side hidden beneath his hardened exterior? Perhaps he, too, yearns for a connection beyond the confines of our BDSM relationship.

As the minutes pass, his grip loosens, and the tension in his body eases. His breathing steadies and the lines of worry on his face gradually fade away. It’s as if my presence has chased away his demons, even if only for a little while.

For now, I choose to revel in the warmth of his arms, cherishing this fleeting moment of tenderness. I hope that it’s just the beginning of a new chapter in our complicated relationship.

Lost in his embrace, I eventually fall back asleep, unbothered by how he might react in the morning. At that moment, all that matters is the peacefulness I find in his arms.

Alexander’s P. O. V.

I wake up and my eyes widen in shock as I see Alice sleeping in my arms. What the hell is she doing in my bed?

I’m about to push her away but stop as my eyes fall on her beautiful and innocent face. At that moment, she looks like an angel. I realize I’ve never seen a woman so breathtaking before.

Confusion engulfs me as I question myself. What is happening to me? What am I thinking? She is just my submissive, nothing else.

She shouldn’t be in my arms, on my bed.

How did she end up sleeping here?

Then memories of last night flash in my mind, and I recall how she landed here.

Why did she help me last night, even after my warning?

Damn it, I don’t care about the reason. She defied me last night, and I will show her the consequences of her actions. She will regret helping me when I explicitly told her not to.