Chapter 23 - Alexander

**ALEXANDER**

The tension between him and Emily was almost palpable in the air, and Alexander felt it pull him in. He cursed himself for showing her around the suite in the first place - and then into the bedroom as well. What had possessed him? Was it his ego that made him act so foolishly? So far, Emily had seemed unimpressed by his wealth, and that was exactly what had spurred him on. He wanted her to admire him, to be fascinated by his wealth - and by himself. The Dom in him longed to be admired by her, but the rational part of him knew it was time to leave her alone. He couldn’t give in to the crackling and tingling - not with her. Emily was a hostess. A service provider for the DarEnd-Agency. She wasn’t the kind of woman he could show his deepest, darkest desires to. She wasn’t meant for him, at least not for what was simmering inside him. His sadistic side craved control, submission - but not here, not now, and certainly not with her. He needed to get some distance, urgently. The best way would be to go to his club, where he could act out his true desires.
“You can call room service if you want something to eat or drink,” he said, trying to keep his voice calm. But he didn’t succeed. It sounded harsh and treacherous, betraying his inner turmoil. The passion he held so tightly was flickering. He would lose control if he wasn’t careful. But that wasn’t acceptable. He was the Dom. He decided when to give in to his desires - and when not. Emily was his companion, not his mistress! He had to remember that at all times.
“Everything you desire will be delivered to you here,” he added.
Emily looked at him in surprise, her eyes widening. “Me? What I want?” she asked, as if she couldn’t believe that he would grant her this freedom. Her half-open mouth was a tantalizing invitation to simply kiss her and plunge his tongue deep into the moist warmth, and it took all of Alexander’s strength not to give in. He took a step back to avoid the temptation.
“Yes, exactly. Whatever you want,” he repeated, trying to sound aloof. “I’ll go now and use the side exit. No one will notice that we are not spending the night together.”
Emily stammered something, her cheeks flushing. “I... um... you won’t...” She fell silent, lowering her eyes and playing with her fingers.
His heart quickened as he saw her embarrassment, and the urge to kiss her became almost unbearable. But he couldn’t. “I’m not staying,” he replied quietly, even though every fiber of his body demanded the opposite. “Not tonight.” Before he could change his mind, he turned abruptly and hurried out of the bedroom. The large picture window that offered a breathtaking view of the city disappeared behind him as he hurried through the corridor of the luxurious suite.
He was a little annoyed that he couldn’t draw her attention to the mirror above the bed. He had had it installed so that his special business friends and their girlfriends could enjoy a special love play. He had been assured that it would be very exciting to see himself thrusting deep into his lover’s wet pussy. He had never used the bed for sex games himself, so he had no personal experience to draw on. He had never been with a woman on the soft pillows. And Emily wouldn’t be the first!
Almost in a panic, he pushed open the security door to the side exit, the hidden entrance for the staff. When the door slammed shut, he found himself in a narrow hallway that seemed simple and functional in contrast to the grandeur of the suite. The security men and woman who had been waiting in the seating area near the door jumped to their feet when they saw him. Their posture was professional, always ready to intervene if necessary.
Alexander didn’t have to say anything. They knew his approach - this wasn’t the first time he’d left a woman in his suite to fool the public. A man and a woman from the team nodded briefly at him and then sat down again. They would stay and look after Emily. The other two guards followed him without a word.
As he walked down the narrow corridor, he felt more and more removed from the glamorous world he usually dominated. The service rooms, austere and functional, were the exact opposite of the luxurious suite he had just left. Alexander glanced into the large staff lounge, where a coffee machine hummed quietly. A fully stocked refrigerator, some snacks, everything was always ready in case he or his guests stayed late and the staff needed a break. This area was sober and practical - and a far cry from the sparkling crystal chandeliers and soft carpets of the suite. And yet it was this very sobriety that soothed him. It was a sharp contrast to the emotionality he had felt in the suite, and it helped him keep his head.
The small elevator that barely fit the three of them was cramped, but he didn’t mind. He was used to it, it was part of this part of his double life. There was no muted music, no luxurious air freshener - just the monotonous whir of the elevator all the way down. When they finally reached the service area, their footsteps echoed in the almost clinically clean room. Everything was white and chrome, so clean and functional that it was almost sterile. It reminded him that this was the unseen side of luxury that he rarely saw - but without which this luxury could not exist.
With quick steps, he crossed the hallway to the larger elevators that led to the underground garage. These elevators, massive and wide, were designed to transport heavy containers. Alexander almost grinned - it was a strange feeling to be here. Billionaires usually had no reason to be in these service areas. He was conspicuous here with his black-clad security guards. It was all the more important for him not to use the same hotel too often in order to remain inconspicuous. He didn’t take any of his girlfriends home with him. The suite here at the Excelsior was pretty much a home away from home, since he had bought the penthouse suite.
When the freight elevator stopped in the underground garage, he hurried to his black Porsche. His security guards got into their own vehicles and moments later he drove off, leaving the dimly lit underground garage.
He drove through the city streets at night, and it felt as if the darkness was swallowing him up. The streetlights flickered like stars on the asphalt, picturesque yet forbidding. The towering buildings cast long, menacing shadows, while the bright neon signs caught his attention, only to fade in the next moment. The streets seemed endless, like a black carpet unfurling beneath his tires. The familiar sound of the engine pierced the silence. The crisp night air seeping through a crack in the window was fresh, but it didn’t cool the fire inside him.
Alexander took a deep breath, hoping to calm the restlessness and desire inside him. His hands tightened on the wheel as he thought of Britney and the BDSM club. The club was his safe haven, a place where he was in complete control, where the world revolved around his rules. Going there on a Tuesday was unusual - usually it was the weekend that belonged to them. Hours, sometimes whole days, in which he could lose himself completely, without the world outside existing.
But today was different. The day had thrown him for a loop. The attack, the confusing feelings Emily had stirred in him and the desire she had aroused - all of it had to fade before it completely overwhelmed him. He needed the clarity his games gave him. The power, the control.
His thoughts kept returning to Emily. What was it about her that attracted him so much? It wasn’t just her unexpected power of seduction, it was also her unpredictability. She was not like the other women he had booked through the DarEnd-Agency. She made him nervous - a danger he couldn’t tolerate in his life. He had to regain control. The club was the only place where he could be sure of that. With every mile he drove, his hope grew that Britney would have time for him today. More than ever, he needed this escape from the emotional confusion that had taken hold of him.
The city lights began to fade as he reached the neighborhood where the club was located. Here, where the streets were darker and the buildings plain, he felt strangely at home. The clubhouse was well hidden in the middle of a park, fenced and secured so that no uninitiated person could enter. He searched for his card and held it up to the reader. It buzzed and the high metal gate opened for him. His security would wait outside until he gave them the green light and they could end their service for the day.
*Britney... Will she greet me lying on the ground?*