Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

Alice’s P. O. V.

As I step into the Master’s room, the powerful smell of alcohol and smoke reaches my nostrils. My eyes widen in shock, seeing the room’s condition. Everything is in complete disarray.

What is going on?

Then my eyes stop at Master, he is sitting on his chair, staring straight with a blank expression and puffing on his cigarette. He is so engrossed in his deep thoughts that he doesn’t even come to know about my arrival.

What’s the matter? I’m frightened.

“Master.” I call him in a soft tone after standing in front of him.

His face is empty when he raises his eyes at me, devoid of any emotion.

However, in an instant, his gaze turns into fiery anger, and he rises from his chair. He flings his cigarette and yanks me to himself by grabbing my arms, and then gives me a deadly glare.

Confusion overwhelms me. Why is he so furious with me? What have I done to him?

“I found you were only pretending to be innocent.” He roars, forcefully gripping my chin between his thumb and fingers, his nails digging into my skin.

Tears well in my eyes as his actions inflict pain. “What do you mean?” I inquire, my voice trembling with disbelief.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

He scoffs, releasing his grip on my chin, and takes a step back, his expression filled with disdain. “Oh! Don’t be so naive that you’re not, Alice. You mislead me with your innocence and lied to me. You cheated on me.” He snarls, a hint of pain flickering in his eyes.

I struggle to comprehend. What have I done? I cheated on him, what did he mean? What is he talking about? Why is he so broken and hurt?

Then, his next words strike me like a thunderbolt. “I thought you were different, Alice, but you’re also a fucking whore.”

The room suddenly feels suffocating, and I struggle to catch my breath amidst his accusations. His words cut through my heart like a knife, leaving me speechless and utterly shattered.

“What are you saying, Master?” I manage to utter, my voice filled with disbelief.

“Enough, Alice. Stop pretending. I now know the truth – you are nothing but a slut.” My heart aches every time he calls me slut or whore, and tears trickle down my cheeks.

“Master, please, stop.” I become hysterical and cry out.

“Why should I stop, Alice? In fact, I’m putting an end to whatever existed between us.” I gasp as he declares, pushing me away.

How can he just end our relationship like this?

As my chest becomes heavy with pain, a sob escapes my mouth. “At least tell me my mistake?”

“Just get lost from here, I don’t want to see your fucking face, whore.” My heart shatters as he again calls me a whore.

How can he say this to me?

The weight of his accusations crushes me, and I feel a knot forming in my throat, making it even harder to speak.

“Please, stop saying this,” I beg frantically.

“I’ll call you a whore because that’s what you are.” He retorts, his eyes scorching red with anger.

Overwhelmed with pain, I flee from the room, covering my mouth as I cry uncontrollably. It feels like a nightmare, shattering me completely.

I can’t wrap my head around the sudden change in his behaviour, from caring to furious and cruel. The accusations he hurled at me, calling me a liar, a cheater, a whore-it feels like a betrayal beyond measure.

I come to my room and shut the door before collapsing down on the floor and weeping frantically, hugging my knees.

He has hurt and insulted me countless times before, and each time, I forgave him. Because I believed he was battling his own inner demons and that he would accept his feelings one day. But, today, he has shattered my soul.

I endured his anger, his rudeness, his insults, and his punishments, and in return, this is what I receive.

How could he declare me a whore and question my character?

From this day forward, I will never forgive him. Never.

I whimper in agony, burying my face in my knees and clutching my dress. It feels as if someone has stabbed my heart; the agony becoming unbearable.

I was mistaken to believe that this monster possessed a heart. However, he is truly a monster.

I will never allow myself to see his face again. I despise myself for ever caring about him.

The pain and betrayal I feel are overwhelming, and I don’t even want to understand why he did this to me.

As I sit on the floor, tears streaming down my face, I feel a mix of emotions coursing through my veins. There’s anger, not just towards him, but towards me for allowing this mistreatment to go on for so long.

I do not deserve such treatment. I am a person worthy of love, respect, and happiness.

Although the scars he left may take time to heal, I will emerge stronger, wiser, and more resilient. I wipe my tear, staring straight in determination.

After two days,

It has been two days since the Master ended our relationship, and the pain has not diminished. Since that night, I have avoided crossing paths with him. I know he is no longer my Master, but I had grown accustomed to addressing him that.

He insulted me so much, but I don’t know why I still can’t stop my mind from wondering about him, and this intensifies my anguish.

I had believed he was changing, but I was way off the mark.

I vividly remember that night when he had brought me to his room and put ointment on my wound so affectionately. I had fallen in love with him that night, but nothing can erase the fact that he degraded me, labelling me a whore without a second thought.

No matter how much I yearn for him, I will never forgive him.

As I make my way to the kitchen, I catch sight of the Master entering the mansion. I quickly hide behind a pillar and stare at him, my eyes filled with anger and sorrow.

“Why did you do this to me, Master? Why?” As I mutter, a solitary tear escapes and streams down my cheek.