Chapter 50 - Alexander

**ALEXANDER**

“Mr. Alex,” came her smoky voice, soft and seductive at the same time, as she stood in front of Alexander. A sweet smile played on her lips as he looked up at her silhouette in the warm light of the room. She wore a black dress that clung to her curves, leaving nothing to the imagination. A hint of lace at the shoulders only hinted at what was hidden underneath, while her platinum blonde hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders.
He let his eyes glide slowly over her, as if savoring every second. “Britney,” he replied in his usual deep, controlled voice as he stood. The game they played together was always characterized by a clear imbalance of power - a dance of dominance and devotion that they both mastered perfectly. They were a well-rehearsed team, and he loved that she trusted him unconditionally.
“Without hesitation?” she asked, extending her hand in an elegant black leather glove. Her expression showed that she already knew the answer.
Alexander let his fingers glide briefly over her hand before leading her through the lounge to the club’s private rooms. Beyond the luxurious reception area were rooms not open to the public. Only the club’s employees were given access cards and escorted their guests to their reserved rooms. This exclusive, hidden area of *Dom Nights* was reserved for those who craved more than luxury and prestige. It was a place where darker desires were fulfilled, the desire for total power, control, or even humiliating submission. What happened in these rooms was never made public.
Alexander and Britney walked down a narrow corridor whose walls were covered with heavy curtains. The red velvet shimmered in the dim light as they entered the back of the club. The atmosphere grew denser and more intense as they approached the room he had chosen. Britney led the way, her steps firm and determined as she finally stopped in front of a nondescript door. Bending down, she took a card from the inside pocket of her ankle boot and held it up to a card reader. With a slight hum, the door unlocked and she entered. Alexander followed her and immediately the door closed behind them with a soft click.
Alexander’s senses immediately went into sadistic dom mode. He had subjected Britney to this room so many times that his cock swelled hard. His beloved instruments hung on the walls - leather whips, shackles and chains, each carefully placed and in pristine condition. A deep red light permeated the room, making the furniture look like silent sentinels. His breathing was calm but deep as he approached the wooden cross across from the door. He placed his hand on the wood, feeling the grain, the warmth of the material, before turning away. A cool smile crossed his features. He would enjoy this.
He walked slowly back to the door and hung his jacket on the coat rack. No one could enter this room, so he knew his wallet and cell phone were safe. Then he led Britney to the St. Andrews cross. His hands slid over her shoulders. With gentle movements, he pulled down her dress. Her skin was beautifully nourished. Her back was decorated with scars from her love of bloody games. Though he had never asked, he suspected that she also served Dominik Davenport as a sub. The man didn’t stop at blood.
Alexander ran his hand along some of the scars, planting small, feathery kisses on them before chaining Britney to the cross. Her immobility gave him his first kick. He grabbed a variety of beating tools and began by warming her skin with light blows of a paddle. Then he used a leather strap flogger. In between he kneaded her buttocks and touched her pussy. It was wet even though he had just started.
“You want a fuck,” he whispered in her ear, “you want it hard and dirty.”
“Yes sir, please fuck me in my greedy little cunt.”
He thrust a finger into her wet hole and bit her shoulder at the same time. She winced and whimpered. “I’m not going to fuck you,” he growled throatily and pushed in a second finger. “I’m going to whip you and spray you with wax.” He twisted his fingers in her dripping pussy and pushed a third one in. He knew that Britney also let herself be fisted, but he didn’t feel like it. Today he wanted to take his anger out on Emily and the best way to do that was with whips. And when he finished by dripping hot candle wax into her pussy, she would not be the only one to come.
“Sir, whip my unworthy body, punish me for my insolent request.”
He pulled his fingers out and pushed them in front of her mouth. She willingly took the fingers and licked up her own juices. He clenched his jaw to stifle a moan. He imagined Emily licking his fingers and it made him instantly hard. Damn it, he wanted to be with Emily right now, sliding his cock into her wet pussy and making her scream in ecstasy. Instead, he was fingering a club girl and then squirting his cum on her breasts.
“Enough playing,” he said gruffly and withdrew his fingers. She was warmed up, now he could strike with the cat’s nine-tailed tail. He loved it when the leather straps struck the skin with their knots. And he loved it even more when Britney moaned and screamed. With steady movements, he let the straps snap across her skin, alternating between right and left. Soon her back and bottom were glowing a rich red. He could see the cum dripping to the floor between her legs. She was horny and more than ready. Each additional stroke brought her closer to her climax. Normally, the sight of that would drive him to plunge his cock into her wet pussy. But today he craved a different kind of pussy and it wasn’t here. He gave the whimpering woman a few more slaps on the ass before he untied her from the cross. He turned her to face him and kissed her hungrily. Her tongue played wildly with his, and he felt himself slowly losing control.
“No wax,” he grunted roughly. He needed her lips on his cock. He couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed her head roughly. His heart pounded eagerly in his chest. Before he lost control completely, he had to sink deep into her throat. But just as he was about to push her to the ground, his cell phone beeped.
He turned his head and looked at the closet. The ringing didn’t stop. It must be important. He looked into Britney’s bright eyes. She had opened her red lips wide and was waiting for his instructions.
“Fuck,” he swore loudly. Should he ignore the caller?