Chapter 66 - Alexander

**ALEXANDER**

They hadn’t left town yet, but Alexander couldn’t control himself. Emily tempted him as no woman had before. She challenged him, only to submit in the next moment - and then show herself as a defensive cat again. He had to spank her, he had to know if she could really enjoy it.

With a single movement he unbuckled her and covered the windshield for the driver. He pulled her onto his lap. His teeth ground together as he delivered the first blow to her bottom. He could hear the slap even through his pants. A feeling of satisfaction washed over him.

“I hate you!” she screamed into the pillow and kicked him angrily. She received harder blows for this outburst. She tried to press her right hand against his chest and push herself away from him. But she might as well have tried to stop the car. He wasn’t going to be provoked any longer. She had begged him several times to spank her. Now she got what she wanted - and it turned him on completely. He slapped her bottom with his flat hand, blow after blow. And with each stroke, his desire grew.

“Stop it, you bastard! You dirty wanker!”

He pulled her head up and glared at her. “Fucking bastard - wanker?” Then he slapped her hard across the face and again. Finally, he pulled her up by her hair, sat her on his lap, and grabbed her neck tightly.

“Stop it,” she moaned and whimpered. He could hear the lust in her voice, saw the flutter of her eyelids, damn it, she was close to orgasm! Then why did she beg him to stop? How could she feel pleasure from his rough treatment?

“I’m not a bastard or a wanker!” He yanked her hair brutally, ignoring her sobs. He lowered his head and moved closer to her neck. His heart was beating fast, his cock eager to sink into her, but he knew it wouldn’t really satisfy him. He needed a masochist who would willingly submit to his tortures in order to achieve a fulfilling orgasm. But when he bit into Emily’s throat, pure lust flowed through him. He bit, sucked and licked her skin, which tasted slightly salty. Everything in him longed to mark her so that everyone would know she was his.

“Fuck me, please, Alexander, fuck me,” she begged him, bringing him back to his senses. His blood pulsed mightily through his veins. There was a rushing sound in his ears. He realized that she could feel his rock hard penis against her crotch. He had let himself go, lost control for a moment. Panting, he let go of her.

“Forgive me, Emily. I rushed at you recklessly.” He sat back to look into her eyes. But he saw neither fear nor despair, only pure confusion.

“Alexander,” she said in a hoarse voice that expressed all her desire. “Please fuck me. Otherwise I will never forgive you.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, darling,” he murmured. “You’d better take a nice man like Oliver Daron. He can give you everything you need.”

“But I need you,” she whispered, lowering her head to his shoulder.

He stroked her hair and kissed her head. He had regained control of himself, his cock had calmed down and he was just enjoying her company. It would be so nice if she really meant it. But she knew nothing of his dark desires. She begged for blows - but she had no idea what blows or lashes really were. He didn’t know what to do with Emily. Everything in him yearned for this woman. At the same time, he knew she would never follow him into his world of violence and pain.

“Come, sit back in your seat and fasten your seat belt,” he said. “I’m going to tell you what I have planned for the day.”

She obeyed without argument, which made him breathe a sigh of relief. Still, he regretted that she avoided his gaze. Her beautiful gray-blue eyes pierced his heart and touched him so deeply that he wanted to lose himself in them.

“Mr. Simon has probably told you that I would like to visit a castle with you. My friend Dominik Davenport saw some castles during one of his visits to Europe and immediately fell in love with them. He had a real castle built on his estate near Los Angeles, with huge castle windows, great doors, a ballroom - and a torture chamber, too.” Alexander paused, but Emily didn’t react, so he continued. “I designed many of the rooms, including the torture rooms with authentic torture instruments. I wanted everything to be as real as possible. Dominik likes to invite special guests to his castle. And this weekend I have booked you to show you the rooms that are open to the public.”

With a satisfied smile, Alexander noticed that Emily was looking at him with interest. She had certainly never taken a tour of a castle before. Perhaps one day he could show her historic castles in Europe. “Are we going to spend the night in the castle?”

“No, sweetheart, I’ve booked us into a hotel nearby. I’m always a guest there when I book Dominik’s castle for a... visit.” He couldn’t tell her that he occasionally felt the need to live out his sadistic side in the torture chamber. Such an underground vault could satisfy his lust much better than a mock role-playing room in a city club.

Alexander knew he would push himself to the limits of his willpower. But it was important to him to show Emily a piece of his world. If she reacted with horror to the objects of torture, he knew he would never be allowed to see her again. But until then, he hoped against all reason that she might have a slight masochistic streak, enough to give him satisfaction. He would get the real kick from trained submissives. But whipping Emily and then watching her red back as he thrust deep into her was all he wanted at the moment. And maybe this weekend his lustful thoughts would be fulfilled.