Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

After putting on my shirt and trouser, I notice Alice struggling to clasp her bra, so I walk to her and stand behind her.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Let me help you.” As I extend my hand to hold the straps of her bra, she turns towards me, glaring at me.

“I’ll do it myself. I don’t need your help.” As she snarls at me, I roll my eyes and again stand behind her.

“Whether you need my help or not, I’ll always be here for you, Alice.” I gently remove her hair from her back and place them on her shoulder before taking hold of the bra strap.

When this time she doesn’t stop me, I sign and clasp her bra before leaning in and placing a soft below her ear. A smile of satisfaction flashes across my face as I notice her gripping her hand and closing her eyes, savouring the touch of my lips on her skin.

I bend down to retrieve her blazer and help her in putting it on over her undergarments because I intentionally tore her dress to spend more time with her.

I walk in front of her and button up her blazer before leaning in to place a tender kiss on her hair.

“Why are you doing this, sir?” As she asks, my brows furrow in confusion.

“What?” I raise an eyebrow in response.

“Nothing.” She shakes her head and walks over to the sofa, taking a seat.

“Sir, when will my dress come?” She inquires, engrossed in her phone.

“It won’t arrive until I want it to.” I mutter, a smirk flashing across my face.

“My driver is stuck in a traffic jam.” I lie to her, keeping her unaware that my driver has already brought up her dress.

As I chuckle, she shifts her gaze from her phone to me. “What’s so funny?”

“I’m not laughing. Perhaps your ears are ringing.” I reply, rolling up the sleeves of my shirt.

“Whatever!” She rolls her eyes.

“I’m hungry. Just because you didn’t bring lunch for me doesn’t mean I’ll skip it.” I grab my phone from the table to text my assistant to bring my lunch.

“So, when did I ask you to starve?” She retorts, averting her gaze.

As I approach her and sit on the sofa beside her, she scowls at me. “Why are you sitting here?”

“It’s my cabin. I can sit anywhere.” I assert.

“Okay, sit!” She rises from the sofa, but I take hold of her hand and make her sit back down beside me.

“Don’t you dare move now?” I warn in a stern tone, moving closer to her face.

She opens her mouth to say something, but then closes it as we hear a knock on the door. She shifts nervously on the sofa and clutches her blazer, fearing someone might enter and see her wearing only the blazer.

“Relax, Alice. I’ve already texted my assistant to not allow anyone in my cabin without my permission.” I reassure her, placing my hand on her face. Her grip on the blazer loosens, and she calms down.

As we hear another knock on the door, I get up and walk to open it.

I crack the door open and step outside to avoid making my girl feel uncomfortable.

“Sir, I have brought your lunch.” My assistant informs me, standing beside a food trolley.

“Thank you. You may leave now.” I instruct her, holding onto the trolley’s handle.

She departs after giving me a nod.

I step into my cabin and approach Alice with the trolley, a smile spreading across my face.

“Let me serve you, sir.” She stands up and walks towards me.

“I’ll do it myself. Sit down.” I order in a firm tone, pointing at the sofa.

“But it’s my job, sir. I am your maid, and just yesterday, you reminded me of my place.” Listening to her words, I shake my head in disbelief.

Nowadays, she pays close attention to everything I say.

“Alice, I said that in the fit of my anger.” As I explain to her, she rolls her.

Will she stop rolling her eyes? I find it displeasing.

Alexander, she is no longer your submissive. She can do anything.

“Alice, you’re not my maid. You’re my queen, so let me serve you.” I request, my fingers delicately entwining with hers, the contact sending a gentle shiver down my spine.

“I’m not hungry.” She takes her hand out of mine and turns her back to me.

“I know you’re hungry, my queen. So please take your seat.” I walk in front of her and utter, glancing at the sofa.

“Fine.” She gives up and sits down on the sofa, causing a smug smile to appear on my face.

First, I serve her the food, then myself. I settle down beside her and begin eating.

When she coughs, I fill a glass of water for her with an instant and offer it to her while rubbing her back, my concern reflected in the intensity of my gaze fixed upon her.

After taking a few sips of water, she pushes the glass away and stares at me in disbelief.

“Stop taking care of me, sir. Please.” She implores, her voice filled with pain.

“Why? I’ll always take care of my queen.” I state in a grim tone.

“Because you’re just pretending-”

She begins, but I interrupt her, clasping her face. My fingers brushes against her soft skin, carrying the warmth of my touch.

“I’m not pretending, Alice. Believe me.” I insist, my words infused with honesty.

“I don’t trust you.” She removes my hands.

Fuck! Again that same thing, I don’t trust you.

“Alice, tell me what I must do to earn your trust. You are the first person to whom I’ve apologized, the one for whom I have set my anger aside.” I lose control, my voice rising as I shout at her, the words echoing through the room.

Shit! I again repeat my mistake of yelling at her.

“Wow! I’m so grateful that Alexander Wilson apologised to me, even when it wasn’t his fault.” She retorts, her voice carrying a mix of anger and anguish, and in the next moment, tears stream down her face. “Because it was all my fault that I let you hurt me.” She sobs.

My heart aches witnessing her tears.

Well done, Alexander! You have made her cry once again.

I chide myself.

“Please don’t cry.” I gently wipe off her tears with my thumbs as she hiccups.

“I’m hurt.” She continues weeping, her voice shaking with pain.

My heart breaks with each sob she lets out.

“Give me one last chance to mend your broken heart, Alice. I promise I won’t disappoint you this time. Please.” I beg, my voice filled with desperation as I constantly wipe her tears.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t give you my heart again, sir.” She shakes her head, snivelling. “Stop working so hard on me, please.”

“Fine! I won’t do anything. Just please, stop crying.” I implore, my voice tinged with a mixture of defeat and concern.

“Please leave me alone for a while if my crying is annoying you.” She requests, wiping her tears.

“It’s not annoying me, Alice. It’s hurting me here.” I whisper, placing my finger on my chest, just above my heart. Her sobs come to a halt as she stares at me incredulously, her tear-streaked face illuminated by a tender glow.

A sigh of profound relief escapes my lips because she finally stops crying.

“It’s your fault. You made me cry.” She scolds me, adorably wiping her tears with the sleeves of her blazer.

“Cute.” As I smile and pull her cheek, her brows furrow in anger.

“You find me cute when I cry?” She arches her brows at me and asks in an incredulous tone.

“Your cheeks and nose have turned rosy from crying, which makes you even more adorable.” I explain, tapping her nose gently. A soft chuckle escapes her lips, a sound like music to my ears.

I witness her finally engaging in a lighthearted conversation, breaking free from the weight of recent days. An involuntary smile tug at the corners of my mouth, an overwhelming sense of peace washing over me.

She regains her composure; the seriousness returning as she realizes she is still angry with me. “Sir, when will my dress arrive? I need to leave.”

“But I want to spend more time with you, Alice.” I clasp her hand and utter, my voice filled with a mix of longing and affection.

“Wait, a second! You deliberately tore my dress, didn’t you?” She finally asks, catching onto my lie.

I lower my eyelashes and nod. “Yes.”