Chapter 12 - Alexander

**ALEXANDER**

Alexander could feel the tension between them. She kept trying to play the submissive woman who wanted to be cuddled. But a few moments later she showed a self-confidence he was not used to from his booked girlfriends. And when he heard her erotic, smoky voice and saw the lustful look in her gray-blue eyes, his ability to think stopped for a moment.
He grabbed her bottom, which felt wonderfully full and soft in his hand. He kneaded it with light pressure and leaned back to her lips. He eagerly ran his tongue along the corner of her mouth, while at the same time he grabbed her neck with his free hand, forcing her to stay in position. When she didn’t immediately open her mouth for him, he pinched her bottom harder and pulled her towards him with a jerk. The low whimper that escaped her made his member swell. He pushed his tongue greedily into the narrow gap, stroking along her teeth, challenging her tongue to a game. Her whimper turned into a throaty moan. There was no doubt that she enjoyed being dominated by him. And he liked the way she pressed against him, panting, rubbing against him, pressing her pelvis against his hard cock.
*Damn!* He jerked back and looked down at Emily in disbelief. How had she managed to make him so angry? He had spent years building a reputation as a distant charmer. The DarEnd-Agency had it in writing that he was gay, so none of the hostesses he booked would ever think of becoming Mrs. Fitzpatrick. There was one thing Alexander had learned quickly: no woman could truly satisfy him. As a sadistic dom, he needed a woman who would willingly submit to him and who would find erotic pleasure in whips, clamps, and other sadistic instruments of torture.
He kept touching his tie, pushing it back and forth - a sign of how restless he was. Finally, he cleared his throat, sat up straight, and gestured to the saleswoman. “We’ll take the dress. Please get everything ready, I’d like to pay.” Then he turned to Emily. “Please get dressed, we’re going shoe shopping now.”
He saw a flash in her eyes. *Try it*, he thought, and like a hungry predator, he waited for her objection. Right now he was tense and slightly irritated. If she dared to defy him now, he would forget all his good manners and kiss her so hard here in front of everyone and knead her ass so vigorously until she moaned her orgasm loudly. He would show her that he had the power to do anything he wanted to her - and that she would enjoy it!
Unfortunately, she turned around without saying a word and hurried back to the dressing room. He took a deep breath. Maybe it was for the best, after all, they still had a few hours together. It would certainly not be pleasant if he had already shown himself to be uncontrollable and sex-obsessed after this short shopping experience. After all, he was a cultured, recognized furniture designer whose creativity was internationally known. Public displays of lust did not fit his image - even if it was a new girlfriend he was freshly in love with.
While Emily changed, he decided which dress she should wear. “Get the champagne dress for my girlfriend and have her try it on right away,” he explained to the saleswoman.
“You mean the off-shoulder one?”
He frowned briefly, then noticed that Emily had tried on two champagne-colored dresses. He seemed to like the color. The thought of kissing and caressing her bare shoulder made him feel a hot flush. He should be reasonable and choose the other, more modest dress, but the greedy part of him prevailed. “Yes, the off-shoulder one,” he confirmed.
It didn’t take long for Emily to join him. She looked absolutely stunning. All she needed now was a pair of shoes to go with that stunning dress, and he would have no hesitation in letting everyone see her. She had a figure that would make models jealous. And any man would envy him when he saw her intoxicating breasts and slender hips. She was perfect! A dream girl for a creative billionaire.
At the counter, Alexander ran his eyes over the attractively displayed jewelry. The saleswoman noticed immediately. “Would you like to buy your girlfriend a necklace to go with this dress?” She pointed to some particularly sparkling examples that, with their wide bands, could hardly be called necklaces.
Alexander hesitated. He could hardly imagine that Emily would be impressed by these wide bands. They were not classic necklaces, but rather collars that closed around the neck with a width of three to five centimeters. For Alexander, however, it was precisely this daring style that appealed to him. But how would she react? He looked at Emily intently and imagined her wearing a black leather collar with the word “slave” stamped in silver studs instead of a glittering gold necklace. The thought again pushed him to the limits of his endurance. His need for sexual release surged hot inside him, even though he knew Emily couldn’t satisfy it. He needed a session with a skilled masochist.
He swallowed and pointed to a gold necklace with sparkling rhinestones. “We’ll take that.” When he heard Emilys annoyed snort, he turned to her and frowned. “It will suit you,” he said in a deep, commanding voice that was unmistakable. She had to be grateful for every gift he gave her. Why couldn’t she just smile and cuddle up to him like all the other women he had booked before and whisper a “thank you”? Why did she have to express her displeasure with a piece of jewelry with an exasperated groan?
“Where can I find shoes to go with this?” he finally asked the saleswoman, his voice calm but firm. He would teach Emily what he thought a girlfriend should be - and what the public expected. If necessary, Oliver would have to train the girl to do her job properly. He stroked Emily’s bare shoulder and grinned when she flinched. “My friend needs elegant heels with this dress, don’t you think?”
Of course, the saleswoman understood him, and she was happy to tell him which shoe stores in the mall were suitable for buying exquisite women’s shoes. Alexander was curious to see if Emily could handle high heels - and how high the heels could be. The higher, the better, according to his lustful mind. But did she feel the same way?