Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

Alexander’s P. O. V.

Next Day, It’s been forty-eight hours since I last saw her. I feel like a part of me has died. Sleep has evaded me these past two days.

I decided to go away from Alice for just one day, an attempt to test if I could endure her absence. Deep down, I knew it was an impossible task, but I needed to do it for my brother’s sake.

Yesterday only, I had resolved to go back to her, to tell her – I’d never leave her side again. However, the heavy snowfall prevented me from returning home.

Restlessness consumes me as I long to hear her voice and see her. I need to know how she’s doing. The nightmare from last night, where she was in agonising pain, has left me deeply worried.

Since yesterday, I’ve been incessantly trying to reach out to her, but she hasn’t answered my calls or replied to my texts.

She needs me, and I can sense it. That’s why, despite the heavy snowstorms outside, I make my way back to the mansion. Throughout the way, I pray for her safety.

As I enter the mansion, I instruct a maid to call Alice. The mention of her name seems to evoke fear in the maid’s eyes. I give her a wary look, raising a brow at her.

“Okay, sir.” She stammers, bowing in front of me before rushing.

“I hope she is fine.” I pray as I wait for her, seated in the hall while twiddling my thumbs and taping my foot in restlessness.

“Alexander.” As I hear Alice’s faint voice, I raise my head to look at her.

She approaches me, taking small steps, not dressed in maid attire; instead, she’s dressed in a fully covered gown. Her makeup is heavier than usual, and she appears frail and distressed, her eyes filled with great agony; all of this makes me suspicious.

She is not in good condition, and she is in excruciating anguish. I can tell that she is suffering from much more than our separation.

I rise to my feet and stride towards her. “Alice.” As I take her name, she closes her eyes.

“Why are you back, Alexander? I don’t want to talk to you.” She utters with an empty voice, devoid of emotion.

As she turns to walk, I stop her by grasping her hand. “Alice, what’s the matter tell me? I know you’re not fine and you need me.”

“I don’t need you, Alexander.” She shoves my hand away and rushes to her room, avoiding eye contact.

She claims she doesn’t need me, but the pain in her voice makes it obvious that she really does.

What is she going through that she can’t even share it with me?

I’ll certainly find out.

I dash to her room to find out the truth.

“Alice, please open the door. Why are you trying to distance yourself from me? I regret leaving you, and I’m truly sorry. Alice, I just want to be there for you. I can see that you’re not okay. Please, open the door.” I beg, constantly knocking on the door.

“Alexander, if you truly care for me, just go away. I beg you.” Hearing her sorrowful voice, I stop knocking on the door.

What is she going through? I’m desperate to know this.

“For now, I’ll leave, but I’m determined to find out what’s troubling you, Alice.” After saying this, I reluctantly leave from there.

I enter my room, bemused and dejected. My Alice is in so much pain, and I can’t help her. The guilt of leaving her weighs heavily on me.

The reason she isn’t talking can’t be my departure because she herself requested me to leave her. It’s something else.

What could it possibly be?

Why is my Alice in so much pain?

What happened to her here while I was gone?

I pace across my room, puffing on my cigarette while pondering about Alice.

Perhaps I should ask Edward; he might know something.

I don’t care about anything else right now; all I want is to relieve Alice’s misery after finding its cause.

As I reach Edward’s room, the sorrowful screams of my Alice coming out of his room startle me.

No, no, it’s not Alice’s voice. I must be mistaken.

Why will her scream come out of my brother’s room? I shake my head and chuck my thoughts before opening the door of his room.

A gasp escapes me, and I can’t believe my eyes upon witnessing inside Edward’s room.

I find my brother torturing my love. He constantly presses a button on his phone while Alice writhes on the floor like a fragile soul, her screams rending the air.

My blood boils at the sight of Alice’s horrifying condition. He gives electric shocks from a device he’s inserted into her. Now I get why she ran away from me because he was threatening her.

How dare he hurt her to this extent?

I march towards him and snatch the phone from his hand. “How could you?” I roar, giving a punch to his face so powerful that he collapses onto the floor.

“I leave Alice for the sake of your happiness, and this is how you repay me?” My outrage surges as I kick him repeatedly, each blow fuelled by the sight of Alice weeping, curled up on the floor.

The thuds of my kicks against his body echo through the room, mixed with the sound of Alice’s sobs and Edward’s grunts.

My heart shatters seeing her miserable condition. The agony I feel intensifies knowing that my brother is the reason for her pain.

“She is my submissive now, Alexander. I can do whatever I please. Why are you beating me for her? She was just your submissive.” His words ignite a new fury inside me, and as I kick him hard in the crotch, his scream reverberates in the room.

“She’s not just my submissive. She’s my world, and you’ve shattered it. Edward, I won’t spare you. I’m in great remorse for sacrificing my world for a beast like you.”

I relentlessly kick him, venting all my anger on him.

I didn’t even in my wildest dream think Edward would do something like this with Alice. He had never forced women this way before. It seems as if a devil has possessed him. This man is not the brother I once knew.

As I glance at Alice, a mixture of heartache and rage courses through me.

I shoot daggers at Edward and yell. “She sent me away from you because she didn’t want to come in between two brothers, and you gave her this in return. I want to kill you.”

I swallow my anger when I hear Alice’s sobs, reminding myself that before I unleash my wrath on him, I need to console her. I was suspicious that she would be in pain, but her suffering is beyond my worst imagination.

I have no clue what my brother has done with her in my absence.

Why? Why did I leave her?

After giving a last kick to his abdomen, I lumber towards Alice, fighting back my tears.

I kneel beside her and take a deep breath to gather the courage to console my love. “Alice.” As I place my hand on her arm, she winces, and I purse my lips in distress.

Her sorrow-filled eyes meet mine, and she stammers my name, “Alex… Xander.”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“My love, now I have come. You’re safe.” I reassure, placing my hand on her face.

She sits up and pulls me into a firm hug, digging her face into my chest. “Alexander… Please take me from here.” She pleads amidst her frantic sobs. I embrace her, shedding tears as I promise to ease her pain.

“I’m taking you to my room. Relax.” I rub her back as she weeps in profound pain in my arms.

With an unwavering determination burning my soul, I hold Alice close, vowing to bring back the strong woman I fell in love with and make Edward pay for what he’s done.