Chapter 68 - Alexander

**ALEXANDER**

Alexander was fascinated with Emily. She would let him play with her in public, enjoy an orgasm - and then be ashamed of her passionate nature. He wasn’t sure if she was ashamed of the orgasm or of having it in front of him. Either way, she seemed to have a voyeuristic streak. They approached the wide gravel driveway that led to the imposing entrance of the castle. This was where Dominik Davenport had set up his rooms for special BDSM lovers. A flight of stairs led down to the dungeon. There were authentic play chambers that could scare the inexperienced. But true lovers of BDSM used them to live out their fantasies. Alexander was proud to have designed them.
As they walked across the gravel, he pulled his cell phone from the inside pocket of his jacket and tapped the saved contact. He watched as Emily walked over to the fountain, swaying her hips and looking at the marble mermaids. Then she walked over to a wall and pressed her face against a grille with an iron gate. He knew there was a small herb garden behind it, but it was nice to see how confident she looked around here. She seemed to have no fears or inhibitions.
“Are you there yet?” Dominik’s voice sounded from his cell phone.
“Yes, we just arrived. And to hell with you if you scare her away!”
After a short silence came the answer: “I’ll try.”
Alexander shook his head. He knew his friend and knew that he enjoyed it when young women felt his dark aura. It was not for nothing that he had become the owner of the most successful nightclubs in L.A. But under no circumstances did he want Emily to fall for the man. His bloody tendencies could destroy her.
Alexander took a deep breath and put his cell phone back in his pocket. It took a lot of effort, but he needed to know how she felt about him, if she really meant it when she asked for more beatings. He had to know if she was a masochist. He wanted it so badly!
“Emily, honey, can you come here?”
“Alexander, there’s a real herb garden behind the bars! Do you think a witch lives here in the castle?”
Neither of them noticed how the small door, almost invisibly embedded in the huge entrance portal, had opened. But they both clearly heard the answer to Emily’s question.
“When I find Ms. Dominik Davenport, dear lady, I will be happy to let you know. All you have to do is leave me your contact information.”
Emily turned in fright and looked over at Dominik with eyes so wide that Alexander had to smile. She quickly ran to him and took his arm. She had never hugged him so tightly before - at least not for protection. He liked the feeling of being her protector.
“Dearest Emily, may I introduce you to the owner of this beautiful castle and herb garden: Dominik Davenport. And this, my dear Dominik, is my charming companion, Emily Saron, who is looking forward to seeing the inside of the castle.”
“Oh God, he doesn’t look like a castle owner at all,” Emily whispers excitedly into his ear.
“Really? What does he look like?” Alexander asked, pulling her with him to the wide staircase.
“Like a dark mafia boss, someone who runs an empire in a threatening and powerful way. In any case, someone I would rather not meet.”
“Well, you’re going to meet him now. And I expect you not to let him feel your reservations, he is a good friend and customer of mine. Besides, I come here regularly and I definitely don’t want to be banned from the house.”
Emily giggled.
“What?” Alexander frowned impatiently. Was she making fun of him?
“Castle ban,” she said with a grin, “not house ban. It’s a castle, after all.”
Now Alexander had to smile as well. “Yes, you’re right.”
Dominik greeted them with a handshake, holding Emily’s hand a little longer than Alexander thought was appropriate. Frowning, he looked at the nightclub owner. Dominik was younger than him and had recognized his sadistic tendencies much earlier than Alexander. Even as a teenager he had enjoyed torturing other people and getting pleasure out of it. Alexander did not like the fact that Dominik was interested in Emily. Even though he wasn’t sure if Emily would enjoy sadistic games, he didn’t want to leave her to the Dark Dom - as Dominik was often called.
“Come in, enter the beautiful halls of Davenport Castle.”
Alexander noticed his friend slide his hand down Emily’s back and lead her inside. He followed them, gritting his teeth. Anger was building inside him. He had never thought he could feel such emotions. But Emily was different from all the women he had met through the agency. She was beautiful, strong and at the same time devotedly weak. He knew that if there was even a hint of masochism in her, he would woo her. Then she was more precious to him than any woman he had ever tasted.
“Oh, how beautiful,” Emily exclaimed in amazement as soon as they entered the large reception hall.
“This is the reception area for special guests and special receptions. Those without invitations are not allowed in. This is to ensure the safety and anonymity of all attendees. Some people come here in masks. This afternoon, my castle is open only to you. But from six o’clock on, I expect guests, so I must ask you to finish the... tests by then.”
“Tests?” she whispered, sounding both breathless and worried. Could it be that Dominik’s words had aroused her? Jealously, he looked down at her. The sight of the magnificent curves of her exposed breasts made his cock swell. Damn it! He hadn’t realized that he had opened the blouse so wide, giving Dominik a breathtaking view of the breasts wrapped in light blue lace. Knowing that his friend liked blondes, he leaned down to Emily and growled in her ear, “Button up your blouse, you don’t have to show your breasts to Dominik. Or do you want to be his herb witch?”
She looked up at him so quickly that her lips brushed his mouth. He jerked back as if she had burned him. It almost felt that way. The touch of her full, red lips was more than temptation to him. If it weren’t for the thick layer of lipstick, he would kiss her passionately in front of Dominik and make it clear to whom Emily belonged!
“These beautiful stairs lead up to the living room and office,” Dominik explained in his dark voice that would probably captivate any woman. “But below the stairs are doors to the most secret chambers that few have seen.” He looked down at Emily with a piercingly cool expression on his face, his dark brown eyes lingering on his girlfriend’s breasts far too long, in Alexander’s opinion. Another growl escaped his mouth. Deeper and wilder.
Emily looked from him to Dominik and back again. Now she finally began to understand and hastily buttoned her blouse. This tempted Dominik to a smug grin. But he didn’t say a word.
“Follow me,” he said with a voice that made it clear that he was also used to giving orders. He walked to a door that looked like all the others in the hall - except for a small golden decoration. With a slight bow, he asked them to go through. Alexander saw clearly that Dominic positioned himself so that his arm brushed Emily’s firm breasts as he bowed. He could see the covetous look in his friend’s eyes. The dark Dom had tasted blood, and if Alexander showed even one weakness, the lord of the castle wouldn’t need Emily’s contact information anymore, because she would live with him as his new slave and be the new herb witch. 
What was it about Emily that made all the men crazy about her?