Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

Alice’s P. O. V.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

I wake up the next morning and immediately sit up in bed, feeling surprised. The memory of him tying me up yesterday keeps replaying in my mind.

Was it just a dream? I wonder to myself.

“No, it was real.” I murmur, gently touching the faint red marks on my wrists.

When did the Monster open me?

Whatever, he is so unfair. He did wrong with me, and then punished me when I expressed my anger towards him.

However, I have to accept that I’m completely under his control, and strangely, I’m enjoying it.

Although sometimes his punishments are hard, still I’m liking everything about him.

After taking a bath and preparing breakfast, I arrive at my Master’s room on time. Today, he’s dressed in a white t-shirt and black jeans instead of his usual formal suit, but he looks incredibly handsome in this outfit as well.

“Good morning, Master.” My cheerful voice fills the room as I greet my master, and he walks towards me.

“Good morning. I hope you’ve learned your lesson, Alice. Yesterday, I only tied you up for two hours. However, if you misbehave with me again, I’ll restrain you in a very uncomfortable position with a vibrator pressed against your crotch for an entire night.” He warns me in a stern tone.

I don’t know why his words turn me on. There’s definitely something wrong with me because these days everything seems to arouse me.

“I will never misbehave with you, Master. It just happened in the heat of anger.” I assure him.

“Alright! Today is Sunday, so you have the day off. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, little kitten.” He waves at me before leaving the room.

Deep down, I feel a sense of sadness that we won’t be meeting tonight. How am I going to spend the whole day without him?

I sit on the edge of the bed, feeling a mix of conflicting emotions. On one hand, I appreciate the break from his control and the opportunity to have some time to myself. On the other hand, I can’t deny the emptiness that washes over me when he’s not around.

I spend the day wandering around the mansion, feeling a void in my chest. It’s strange how quickly I’ve become accustomed to his presence, his dominance over me. Everything feels dull without him.

I try to distract myself by engaging in painting and cooking, but nothing seems to hold my interest for long. My mind keeps drifting back to the memories of our encounters, the pleasure mingled with pain, and the overpowering feeling of submission that takes hold of me whenever he’s close.

As the day progresses, I long for his touch, his commands. The mere thought of being restrained by him, of surrendering myself completely to him, sends shivers down my spine. I yearn for the intensity, the raw passion that only he can ignite within me.

Alexander’s P. O. V.

On Sunday, Edward and I spend time together, making it our brother’s day. We engage in various activities, like boating, fishing, bowling, and playing football. We never miss this day, and I truly cherish the time spent with my brother. Today, we’re going to do fishing, just like we used to do with our father when we were children.

After having breakfast, we head out to our private lake to fish. We make a friendly competition by betting on who can catch more fish.

“Today, I’ll win again, Alex.” Edward confidently declares.

“Let’s see, Edward.” I reply with a smile on my face.

We begin fishing there, the only sounds coming from the chirping birds and the occasional splash of a fish.

I hook a fish on my rod and reel it in with excitement.

“Don’t get too happy, brother. I’ll be the winner in the end.” Edward utters with a smile, grabbing a bottle of beer from the table and taking a sip.

After a while, Edward catches his first fish, laughing with joy. I resume fishing, placing the beer bottle back on the table after taking a sip.

As time passes, I feel a heavy tug on my fishing rod, signalling that I’ve hooked another fish. However, instead of immediately reeling it in, I pretend to continue searching for more fish.

“I’ve won again, brother!” Edward exclaims in happiness, proudly displaying his fish to me.

I always let my brother win our fishing competition, as his joy means more to me than winning.

After our fishing trip, we return home and settle into Edward’s room on the sofa with a can of beer in hand.

“So, how’s your new submissive?” Edward asks, causing the innocent face of Alice to flash through my mind.

“She is incredibly innocent. I’m eagerly waiting for the day I can have her.” I take a sip of beer and respond to him.

“Why haven’t you had sex with her yet?” He asks, surprised.

“She’s a virgin, bro.”

“Oh! Can I be the first to have her tight pussy?” My brows furrow in fury as I listen to his words.

The thought of sharing her body with anyone, even my brother, is unbearable.

“That’s one of her hard limits.” I state in a firm tone.

“Why?” He questions.

“Because she doesn’t want it.”

“I’ll compel her to sleep with me.” As he utters those words, I tighten my grip on the beer can, frowning. I can’t even bear the thought of Alice being with someone else.

“Shut up, Edward. The world may view us as monsters, but we don’t force women to do anything beyond their limits.” I lost my composure and raise my voice at him.

“Why are you freaking out? Relax, bro! By the way, how did you come to know her limits in just a week?” As he inquires, I compose myself.

“A day is enough for me to understand the limits of any woman.” I respond in a calm tone, hiding my anger. I can’t show any signs of anger, or he’ll bombard me with unnecessary questions.

“Oops, my bad!” He pouts sadly. “Anyway, when you’re satisfied with her, I’ll make her my submissive.” He winks at me, and I plaster a smile on my face, combating my anger.

For the first time, I feel a seething anger at the mere thought of imagining my submissive with anyone else. I will never allow that to happen. Alice is mine and mine alone.

“Tell me, how are things going with Nancy? How long do you plan to keep her as your submissive?” I ask, changing the topic.

“I just love inflicting pain on her, and she loves to receive it. So when I grow tired of giving her pain, I’ll find my next submissive.” He states as he takes a sip of his beer.

“My next submissive will also be your ex-submissive.” He declares, a sinister smile spreading across his face. “And I wish I could be the first to take her virginity.” He winks at me.

That’s enough for me.

I slam the can of beer on the table, rising from the sofa with a deep frown.

I won’t allow anyone to use Alice. She belongs to me, and I will be the one to fuck her for the first time.

“I’m tired. I’m leaving.” Before he can say anything else, I rushed out of his room.

For the first time, I’m consumed with anger toward my brother. Why? All because of a mere submissive.

Yes, because she belongs to me. Only I can dominate her, fuck her, punish and reward her, and do whatever I desire.