Chapter 25 - Alexander

**ALEXANDER**

The black Porsche rolled gently down the gravel driveway that led behind the stately clubhouse. The sound of the engine faded as Alexander brought the car to a stop in one of the discreet parking spaces behind the building. Everything here was immaculate: the neatly trimmed hedges that separated the parking lot from the rest of the grounds, the silver lamps that cast a soft light on the fine paved surfaces. Among the luxury cars parked there, each one worthy of a magazine cover, his Porsche blended in perfectly - unobtrusive but impressive.
Alexander ran his hand over the soft leather of the steering wheel before getting out. The gravel crunched under his shoes as he walked toward the main entrance. The back of the clubhouse seemed almost modest compared to the front - no one spent much time here, it was just the discreet entrance for those who regularly enjoyed the luxury behind the walls.
Dominik Davenport was known for his discreet yet extravagant lifestyle. His establishments always delivered what they promised - to those with the money to spend. Only select millionaires were granted access to the various clubs - and he only allowed close friends from the billionaire club into his private castle. Alexander was proud to count himself among them and was equally proud to assure them that he had designed much of the BDSM furniture himself.
Today, however, Alexander was not in the castle for the authentic ambience, but for his favorite masochist, Britney, who was perfectly attuned to him and his preferences. He needed to release the pressure that the sensual Emily had built up as quickly as possible.
Alexander walked around the building and stepped into the forecourt, which was dominated by two heavy, brass-clad doors. Above the entrance hung a filigree sign with the club name *Dom Nights*, known only to insiders. Alexander pulled out his club card and held it up to the scanner next to the door. With a soft hum, the door opened and he entered the vestibule.
The room was bathed in subdued light, making the transition from the hustle and bustle outside to the quiet, luxurious world of the club seamless. Thick, heavy velvet curtains in a rich, deep burgundy color separated the entrance from the reception area. The fabric hung majestically from floor to ceiling, and as Alexander pushed it aside, he felt the familiar weight of the curtain between his fingers. That was what he liked about this place - every little aspect had been thought through and was characterized by understated luxury.
Beyond the curtain was the reception area, an elegant room with a long counter behind which stood Stella - the woman who controlled almost everything in this club. She was elegant, wearing a simple black dress that accentuated her classic beauty. Her dark hair was pinned up, and when she saw Alexander, surprise flashed in her eyes.
“Mr. Alex,” she greeted him with a warm smile, but there was a hint of confusion in her voice. “You are a surprise tonight. We didn’t expect to see you again so soon.”
Alexander nodded slightly, his expression still impenetrable. He hadn’t announced his visit, it was very spontaneous. But at that moment he sensed that something wasn’t quite as it should be. “Is that a problem?” His voice was calm, but the undertone left no doubt that he didn’t want to hear any excuses.
Stella shook her head quickly, but her expression remained a little tense. “No, of course not. But I must inform you that your playmate, Britney, is unfortunately not available tonight. I’m really sorry, Mr. Alex.”
Alexander paused and let his eyes wander around the room. The pristine white walls, the subdued music in the background - everything as usual. But her words left a trace of disappointment. It was hard to find someone like Britney who completely understood him as a dominator and sadist.
“That’s... unfortunate,” he finally said, his voice still calm and controlled.
Stella took a step closer, leaning slightly over the counter. “We can get someone else, of course; we have two new girls.” She paused before continuing, her voice a little softer. “Perhaps you would like to try one of them?”
Alexander was silent for a moment. He rarely let himself be rattled, and even now he wasn’t about to be thrown off course by a small change of plan. Still, the game he had planned was tailor-made for Britney. And now he was faced with an unforeseen void that needed to be filled.
“No,” he finally said, even though he was annoyed with his decision. But what would he do with a new girl? He didn’t want a beginner, someone he would have to teach everything to, whose facial expressions and gestures he would have to relearn. He wanted to get rid of his sexual tension, whip a girl, torture her with clamps, and fuck her relentlessly until every last drop of cum was shot. “I don’t feel like meeting anyone new today.”
“Whatever you say, Mr. Alex.” Stella stepped back and looked disappointed. Obviously business with the two newcomers was not going so well. But he would not be the stopgap there. Maybe some other time, when the pressure inside him was not so great.
“See you on Friday,” he said, nodding to the young woman and turning around. Now he had only one option. He would go back to the hotel and meet Emily there. She had awakened the desire in him, so he would take her. Of course, he could only fuck her in the normal way, but at that moment it seemed better than going home unsatisfied.
As he hurried to the parking lot, he called the security guards and told them they were no longer needed. He didn’t want any eavesdroppers at the door when he made Emily moan and scream later. His face contorted in anticipation. He didn’t care if his reputation at the DarEnd-Agency was ruined after this night. Let them know he wasn’t gay! If necessary, he could always say that he *thought* he was gay - but Emily had made it clear to him that he could also feel desire for women.
He laughed to himself. What an idea! A small woman in an unattractive tracksuit had enchanted him so much that he wanted her, wanted to enjoy her in all positions, wanted to elicit cries of pleasure from her - all night long, even if he came to work late the next day. But Emily was worth it.
With long strides he hurried to his car, got in and drove off again. This time to the Excelsior, where he would surely surprise Emily with his return...