Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

After three months,

As my pregnancy progresses, Alexander and I cherish every moment, feeling a deep connection to the life growing inside me. Each day brings new experiences as we prepare to become parents.

I’m currently in my second trimester of pregnancy, and the baby bump is becoming more noticeable with each passing day.

We sit together on a comfortable lounge chair in our garden.

Alexander places his hand on my growing belly, a smile of pure happiness on his face. “Our little one is getting bigger every day,” he remarks, his voice filled with wonder.

I lean into his embrace, resting my head on his shoulder. “Our baby is growing strong, just like our love.”

I feel the soft movements of the baby in my belly, and I take Alexander’s hand, placing it where the baby had kicked. His eyes light up as he feels the tiny kicks, a mix of excitement and tenderness in his gaze.

Our quiet moment is interrupted by a fluttering of colourful butterflies in the garden, dancing in the sunlight. I watch them with a blissful smile. “You know, they say butterflies are a symbol of transformation and new beginnings. Our little one is like a beautiful transformation in our lives.”

Alexander kisses the top of my head. “Our life is certainly changing, and I’m so happy. I can’t wait to meet our little one.”

***

Alexander massages my swollen feet as we watch a movie. His hands work wonders, and I sigh with contentment. “You’re spoiling me, you know.”

He leans down to plant a gentle kiss on my forehead. “You deserve to be spoiled, love. You’re carrying our baby, after all.”

My eyes well up with tears of gratitude, and I whisper, “I’m so lucky to have you, Alexander.”

He smiles and pulls me closer. “And I’m the luckiest man in the world to have you as my wife and the mother of our child.”

***

I sit with Aunt Rose and Mia for an evening tea in the hall.

I take a sip of herbal tea which Aunt has prepared for me with love. “Alice, you’re positively glowing,” she says with a delighted grin. “Pregnancy suits you.”

I blush at the compliment. “Thank you, Aunt Rose. I can’t believe this little one is growing inside me.” I speak, placing my hand on my baby bump.

Mia interjects, “You’re going to be an amazing mom, Alice. I can already see it.”

My smile widens. “I hope so, Mia. But sometimes, I have these mood swings, and I worry about whether I’ll be able to handle it all.”

She places her hand on my face. “It’s perfectly normal to have doubts, dear. Remember, we’re all here to support you.”

Mia adds, causing us to laugh. “And I’ll be the crazy aunt who spoils your little one!”

As we continue to talk, I place my hand on my growing belly with a smile on my face, cherishing the connection I already have with my baby.

***

I sit on the sofa in my room. On the table rests a canvas, while a tray of paints and brushes spread around it. My pregnant belly gently resting on the edge of the coffee table, almost as if the baby is watching my every move.

As I dip my brush into a pot of blue paint, I hear Alexander’s voice. “What are you creating, love?” I look at him as he approaches me.

“A painting of our family. I thought it would be a nice way to bond with our little one even before they arrive.” I tell him with excitement.

As I continue to dip the brush into the paint and apply it to the canvas, he crouches beside me, placing a gentle hand on my belly.

He feels the soft, subtle movements of our unborn child and talks to him, “Little one, are you watching your talented mother? I want you to become like her.”

He kisses my belly and sits beside me. He watches me as I draw the image of us, holding the baby under a starry night sky.

At this moment, I’m not just a pregnant mother, but an artist, pouring my dreams onto the canvas. Every stroke I make forms the image of our family, with Alexander and me at the centre, our faces showing our love and anticipation.

I occasionally pause and rest my hand on my belly to let our child feel the joy and excitement that courses through my veins. In response, our little one sends little kicks and movements, as if appreciating the artwork we’re creating together.

As I finish the painting, Alexander admires it, saying, “Wow! It’s so beautiful. I can’t wait for the moment you’ve depicted to become reality.”

Leaning in, I give him a sweet kiss. “And I can’t wait to hang this painting in our little one’s room.”

***

Alexander’s P. O. V.

I wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of sniffles coming from Alice. She’s sitting up in bed, her eyes filled with tears.

“Love, what’s wrong?” I ask, rubbing my eyes and sitting up beside her.

“I can’t find Mr. Smarty.” She says, her voice trembling.

Mr. Smarty is a stuffed toy bunny that her mother gave her in childhood, and she recalled it when she came to know about her pregnancy. It’s been her source of comfort during her pregnancy.

I try to calm her down. “Don’t worry, he’s probably just fallen off the bed or something. We’ll find him.”

She sobs even more. “But what if he’s lost, Alexander? You know how special it is to me. I feel like my mother is with me and our little one, and she’s protecting us.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll find him.” I reassure her and get up to search for Mr. Smarty. I find the bunny under the bed, and when I hand it to her, she clutches it tightly.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“See, he was just taking a little nap.” I utter with a smile.

But then her mood swings again. “You don’t understand, Alexander. I thought I lost him, and I thought our baby would grow up without Mr. Smarty.”

I sit beside her, holding her in my arms. “Shh, it’s alright, love. Mr. Smarty is right here, and our baby will have him.”

She sniffles and looks at me, her mood swing subsiding. “You’re right. I just overreacted.”

I give her a soft kiss on the forehead. “It’s okay, these mood swings are normal during pregnancy. I’m here for you, no matter what.”

We snuggle back into bed, and as she holds Mr. Smarty, her tears turn into a soft smile. Pregnancy may bring mood swings, but it also brings us closer.

***

The next morning, she suddenly demands, “Alexander, I miss my master. Please, I want you to control me.”

Her sudden request catches me by surprise. We have always enjoyed exploring our fantasies together, but the idea of dominating her during her pregnancy feels different. However, I’m worried about her comfort during this time.

I caress her cheek and ask, “Are you sure, love? I don’t want to push you too hard, especially during this time.”

She nods, staring at me with her pleading eyes. “I miss it, Alexander. I miss feeling completely under your control. With my pregnancy, I feel like I’ve lost a part of myself, and I want to reconnect with that side of me.”

I look into her eyes and see the longing and need in them, and I realise how much she craves submission in her intimate moments. “Okay, if that’s what you desire, I’m more than willing to fulfil your wish, love.”

A spark of excitement glimmers in her eyes, and a smile graces her lips. “Thank you, Alexander. I promise I’ll be a good submissive wife.”

I hold her hand and guide her into our playroom. Memories of our previous sessions flood my mind as we enter this room together after a long time.

She stands before me, a mix of excitement and submission in her eyes. I miss this a lot.

“Undress, my pregnant wife.” I command in a gentle tone, and she complies without hesitation.

I feel a surge of desire as I watch her undress. Her pregnant body, with the curve of her baby bump, is evidence of our love.

“You look incredibly beautiful, even with the baby bump.” I step closer to her, admiring her body, and gently run my fingers over her skin, causing her to shiver with my touch.

“Thank you, Master.” She responds with a smile.

“Lie down, my beautiful wife.” I instruct her, pointing at the bed.

She obeys, lying on the bed, her baby bump beautifully noticeable. After leaning in, I caress her cheek before placing a gentle kiss on her lips. “I’m going to make you feel incredible, love.”

In today’s session, my priority is ensuring her comfort and well-being because of her pregnancy.

Her anticipation grows as I take out a silk blindfold from the drawer, holding it up for her to see. Then I gently tie the blindfold over her eyes.

“Now, keep your hands above your head, and I hope you remember they shouldn’t come down.” I instruct her in a stern tone.

“I remember every rule, Master.” As she responds, a smile spreads across my face.

I take a feather from the bedside table and trace its delicate touch along her exposed skin. Her soft gasps and shivers of pleasure assure me she’s enjoying the sensation.

The feather dances across her body, brushing over her neck, her breasts, and her abdomen. I can feel her breathing quickening as I stroke the feather on her sensitive skin.

However, after a few seconds, she whimpers softly.

“Love, are you okay?” I ask, pausing my teasing with the feather.

She nods, but her voice quivers as she responds, “I’m fine, Alexander. It’s just… these hormones.”

I gently remove the blindfold from her eyes. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are filled with a mix of arousal and a hint of frustration.

“I’m so sorry, Alexander,” she murmurs, “It’s just these mood swings. One moment I’m incredibly turned on, and the next, I’m fighting back tears.”

I place the feather on the bedside table and cup her face. “It’s alright, love. I understand pregnancy comes with these changes. You’re carrying our child, and your body is going through so much. We can take a break if you’d like.”

Tears well up in her eyes as she speaks, “Alexander. I want to continue, but these mood swings…”

I take her hand in mine and explain to her. “It’s okay, love. We’ll continue when you feel comfortable. Don’t pressure yourself.”

She wipes away a tear and smiles at me. “I don’t know how I would have handled these mood swings without you.”

“I’m always with you, my love.” I cup her face and kiss her forehead.

***

At night, we’re in the kitchen. She’s been craving some unusual combinations of food lately, and today, she’s decided she wants ice cream with lemon. I watch as she scoops a few scoops of ice cream into a bowl.

I raise an eyebrow. “Are you sure you want to eat that, love?”

She nods with enthusiasm. “I’ve been dreaming about it all day, Alexander. Of course, I want to. Just bring the lemon.”

I decide not to argue and fetch the lemon from the fridge. I cut it and squeeze on her ice cream.

As she takes her first bite, a strange expression crosses her face.

I chuckle. “Is it as good as you imagined?”

She looks like she’s on the verge of tears. “No, it’s terrible. I don’t know why I wanted this.”

I immediately pull her into a hug and reassure her, trying to hide my laughter. “It’s okay, love. It happens. We’ll find something else for you to eat.”

She sniffles a bit and nods, and I’m amazed by the unpredictability of pregnancy mood swings.

We eventually find a snack for her, and she smiles, reminding me that being supportive and patient during this time is essential.