Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

Alexander’s P. O. V.

As I unleash my fury upon the punching bag, the resounding thuds echo through the air. Two days have passed, but my anger still burns within me. I thought Alice was only mine, but she submitted to my brother as well. How could she do this?

I was such a dumbass to think she was truly innocent and so good. All women are the same, slut.

“Fuck! Why, Alice, why did you do this to me? Why?” I howl, the sound of my voice intertwining with the forceful strikes against the bag.

What hurts me even more is that despite everything, I still long for her. I miss her enchanting blue eyes, her innocent smile, and her cheeks with a red hue.

I saw purity in her eyes. How could her eyes deceive me? How could I never suspect that she was also submissive to my brother? Was my assumption incorrect?

As these questions invade my mind, I stop hitting and hold the punching bag, panting and sweating a lot.

Fuck! Why didn’t I think before accusing Alice? I blamed her without confirming the truth.

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“I must talk with Edward immediately.” As I mutter, I use the towel draped around my neck to wipe away the sweats from my forehead.

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After a while, I get ready and come to Edward’s room. The thought of my brother with Alice feels like someone tearing my heart out of my chest.

Just make my assumption turn out to be incorrect because I can’t even imagine Alice with someone else.

I swing open the door, only to freeze as the muffled moans reach my ears, emanating from the bathroom.

No, God, please, let it not be Alice. For the first time, I beg God like this, taking measured steps toward the bathroom door. My heart pounds in my chest, gripped by fear.

The sound of muffled moans is driving me insane. I compose myself and push the bathroom door open with my trembling hand.

“No, no, it shouldn’t be Alice.” I close my eyes and pray for the last time.

I open my eyes and let out a sigh of profound relief because the woman in the bathroom is Nancy. It feels as if a suffocating weight lifts from my chest.

Nancy stands before me, completely naked, her wrists bound above her head, secured by the shower handle. Edward stands in front of her and directs a stream of water between her parted thighs with the hand shower.

He has the towel in his other hand and alternates between hitting her crotch with the towel and spraying water on it. The rubber gag muffles her cries, and the blindfold makes it impossible for her to see anything.

“Bro, what a surprise visit! Do you wanna join me in disciplining my slave?” Edward stops and asks me as he notices me.

“No. Anyway, I’m surprised that your submissive is still Nancy.” I respond as I indirectly want to know that he has made a new submissive.

“I’m quite enjoying my time with her, Alex. She has undergone intense training and her capacity to endure pain is mind-blowing.”

“So no plans to make new submissive?”

“Nope.” He answers, striking the towel directly on her wet crotch, and her muffled screams echo in the bathroom.

“But two days ago, I saw a maid coming out of your room with you. You were closing the buttons of your shirt, so I thought she was your new submissive.” I want to clear my all doubts.

“She must be the artist, bro.” He responds casually, continuing his work of punishing his submissive.

His response confuses me, and my brow furrows. “Artist?”

“She is a maid ‘Alice’. She is a great artist, sometimes I call her to sketch me. Next time you visit, I shall share her work with you. I’m quite impressed by her talent, and for some reason, I’ll never make her my submissive.”

Upon hearing his words, an overwhelming sense of relief washes over me.

I wasn’t aware that Alice possesses such artistic skills.

Fuck! Why did I accuse Alice without confirming the truth? Why didn’t I listen to her? I am consumed by guilt.

I ruined everything because of my impulsive actions, fueled by my deep-seated hatred towards women.

Why can’t I just let that one moment of my past out of my head? Alice is not like her; she is different. I must trust her, or else I will lose her forever.

However, now how will I make amends for the way I treated her? Fuck! I shouldn’t have degraded her. She was begging me, but I didn’t listen to her. I’m filled with great remorse for treating her that way.

Right now, I am ready to do whatever it takes to earn her forgiveness because I just want her back into my life, not only as my submissive, but as my life partner.

In these two days, I have realised the depth of my love for her because I yearned for her like hell. The mere thought of her with my brother was unbearable.

Now all I want is to make her mine and ensure that her life is filled with endless happiness.

After listening to Edward’s words, I have realised one more thing that I know so little about Alice. I was unaware of Alice’s talent as an artist. Now, I desire to know her completely, both inside and out.

“Okay, brother, you enjoy, I’ll meet you later.” I rush to Alice’s room after saying this.

I summon the courage and push her room door open.

As I see her sitting on the floor, dejected, hugging her knees, I feel a searing pain in my chest. I’ve never felt anyone else’s pain in my life, but I always feel hers.

Now that I have realised how much I love her, I vow to never bring tears to her eyes. She has endured an abundance of suffering because of my actions, now it’s time to fill her life with happiness.

“Alice.” As I call her, she looks up at me with a distressed expression.

“Now, what are you doing here? Haven’t you hurt me enough?” Her voice seethes with anger, her gaze ablaze. I stand tongue-tied, grappling with how to explain myself.

She rises and inquires, “Now, what are you doing in the room of a whore?” I lower my eyes in guilt upon listening to her words.

I clutch my hands and muster up the courage before apologising. “Alice, I’m sorry. I misunderstood you.”

“Oh my God, the monster billionaire is apologising to me. Bravo!” Her words, laced with sarcasm, accompany the sound of her hands clapping.

I’m taken aback by the extent of her fury, which I never witnessed before. I have caused her so much pain, and the regret I feel for it is overwhelming.

“I can explain-” She interrupts me, extending her hand, her glare piercing through me. I fall silent.

“I’m just a maid here, sir, and you’re my boss, so there is no need for you to explain anything to me.”

“Alice, you are more than just a maid-”

“Oh sorry, I forgot that I’m a whore.”

“No, you are not. Please listen to me.” I implore.

I’m begging someone to listen to me like this for the first time in my life because I don’t want her to hate me and I want her back in my life at any cost.

“Please go from here, sir, because I can’t endure more humiliation and pain. Before I bear all the pain given by you because I had feelings for you and I thought you felt the same for me. I had hoped you would understand, but I was gravely mistaken.” She speaks, her eyes fixed on me with a hurtful gaze.

“I know, Alice. I have caused you immense pain because I was running away from my feelings. However, in these past two days, I have yearned for you every single moment. I now realize that I cannot live without you, and how deeply I-”

Before I can confess my love, she cuts me off, her words sharp and resolute. “No justification exists for the pain you inflicted and the degrading labels you gave me without any consideration. I will never forgive you.”

As she storms out of the room, I chase after her, pleading for her forgiveness. “Alice, please forgive me.” But she doesn’t stop.

I’m begging for someone’s forgiveness for the first time, and she isn’t ready to listen to me. Fuck!

“Why is she not ready to hear me?” I yell and strike the wall in a surge of anger, bruising my knuckles.

Why should she listen to you, Alexander? Did you listen to her before labelling her a whore? This is your fault. If you want her back in your life, you must set aside your anger.

As my heart explains to me, I close my eyes, taking a deep breath to calm my restless mind.

I have to work hard to win her heart. It’s just the beginning.