As I finish preparing lunch, my mind is consumed with anticipation of my upcoming meeting with my Master at his office. The thought of being in his presence again, feeling his dominance and control, sends shivers down my spine. I can’t deny the allure and the strange pleasure that comes from submitting to him.After putting the finishing touches on the meal, I quickly freshen up, making sure I look presentable for him. With each passing minute, my excitement grows, and I can feel the dampness between my thighs, a constant reminder of my heightened arousal.As I step outside the mansion, I see a sleek black car waiting for me; the driver holding the door open. I enter the vehicle, feeling a mix of apprehension and desire. Nervous silence fills the car on the drive to the Master's office, the anticipation intensifying with every passing street.Finally, we arrive at our destination, and the driver opens the door for me. I step out onto the pavement, taking in the impressive building be

Alexander’s P.O.V.At a quarter past nine, I turn the doorknob and enter my room. The moonlight is coming through the parted curtains and casting a silvery glow across the space.Alice stands with her back turned, lost in thought, her delicate fingers tracing patterns on the windowpane. The gentle night breeze plays with her locks, causing them to dance and sway.As I switch on the lights, she turns toward me. Her eyes appear devoid of their usual shine, and her face has lost its previous radiance. I think it’s because of Aunt Rose, she is still upset.I stroll towards her, and my eyes widen in shock upon noticing marks on her chin.Who did this to my kitten? I frown and clutch my hands in rage.Nobody can leave such marks on my belongings. Whoever is responsible must face the consequences of harming what is mine.Curiosity mixed with concern, I stroke the marks on her chin with my thumb as I inquire, “Who did this?” In response, she closes her eyes, and a lone tear escapes, rolling d

Alice’s P.O.V.As I prepare lunch, my hands shake uncontrollably, the knife slipping from my grasp. I’m lost in the thoughts of what I witnessed this morning. Fear grips me tightly, refusing to let go. The horrifying images of Edward Sir’s cruelty towards Nancy, the sound of her screams, and the intensity of her suffering replay over and over in my mind.The sound of my ringing phone startles me; the caller ID displays “Master,” and a sense of dread washes over me. I take a deep breath to steady myself before answering the call.I bring the phone to my ear with trembling hands. “Hello, Master.” I say, my voice shaky but trying to maintain a composed tone.“Come to my office now.” He disconnects the call, saying this in a stern tone.“I’m so scared.” I murmur and tears trickle down my cheeks.“What happened, Alice? Why are you crying?” As Mia asks me, I rub off my tears with the back of my palm.“When the right time comes, I’ll tell you everything. Could you please manage my work here,

Alexander’s P.O.V.After a long day of work, I arrive back home, feeling exhausted both mentally and physically. The events of the day replay in my mind, but one thought remains constant—Alice. I realize that raising my voice at her was unjustified. Just because she is my submissive does not give me the right to shout at her constantly.Filled with remorse, I make my way to my room, pondering over my actions.As I enter, I notice Alice sitting on the sofa, engrossed in her phone. As I clear my throat, I capture her attention, and she immediately stands up.“Sir, when did you arrive?” She asks, her eyes fixed on me.“Just now, while you were busy on the phone.” I reply, sinking heavily into my chair and closing my eyes, resting my head against the backrest. “I’m completely worn out.”“Shall I massage your shoulders, Master?” As she offers to give me a massage with genuine concern, I open my eyes.“Okay.” I respond, nodding in agreement because I am truly in need of some relaxation.Sh

Alexander’s P.O.V.She puts my blazer on the sofa and walks in front of me. “Master, I want to tell you something.”“What is it?” I ask, curious about her revelation.“Before you arrived, I caught one maid stealing your watch, but I let her take it.” She confesses, her voice trembling with fear.Little does she know that I already know everything.“Why didn’t you take my watch back from her, Alice?” I inquire.“Master, she was crying and in need of money. I’m sorry.” She replies, her words filled with remorse. I shake my head, finding it hard to believe.Who is she? How can she be so innocent and selfless?“And you gave my watch to her?” I ask in incredulity.“Pardon me, Master. I just can’t see someone crying. I want to help her.” She honestly confesses, leaving me astonished.Yesterday, she lied to protect her friend from punishment and took the blame upon herself. And today, she gave my watch to a maid without considering the consequences, all because she wanted to help.I’m reliev