In a world of high stakes and hidden dangers, Ben and Marco's story unfolds with intense drama and emotional depth. Ben, a young man grappling with a tumultuous past, finds himself caught in Marco Valentino's dangerous and powerful world. Marco, a b...
After breakfast, Marco surprised me by asking me to join him in his office. Confusion swirled in my mind as I followed him, nervous about what awaited me. Stepping into his office, I was struck by its elegance, even more impressive than his main office. The rich mahogany furniture, the soft glow of the lamps, and the faint scent of sandalwood created an atmosphere of sophistication and power.
Marco gestured for me to take a seat, and as he removed his coat, I couldn't help but notice the veins on his hands and his muscular physique. Caught off guard by his casual display of strength, I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, suddenly feeling very small and vulnerable.
"Like what you see, kitten?" he asked with a smirk, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Flustered, I quickly averted my gaze and muttered a denial, my cheeks flushing crimson with embarrassment. Marco's laughter only intensified my discomfort, echoing in the spacious room like a taunt.
Then, with a serious expression, he began to speak. "Kitten, I want you to listen carefully. Tomorrow marks the first of your three chances. We're meeting my parents." At first, I was taken aback, my mind reeling at the thought of meeting Marco's family. The implications of such a significant step in our relationship sent a surge of panic through me, and my heart raced in my chest.
I stood up abruptly, refusing to comply with Marco's plan. But his response was firm, his voice commanding as he reminded me that I had no choice in the matter. My protest escalated, and I slammed my hand on the table in frustration, a gesture of defiance that I immediately regretted as Marco's expression hardened.
Approaching me with measured steps, Marco's presence seemed to fill the room, his aura of authority palpable. He gripped my wrist firmly, his touch sending shivers down my spine, and his other hand rested on my throat, a silent warning of his power. Fear coursed through me as I realized the gravity of the situation, my breath catching in my throat.
"In this house, you will show respect and obedience," Marco's voice was low but commanding, his words leaving no room for negotiation. The weight of his expectations pressed down on me, a heavy burden that I wasn't sure I could bear.
With trembling hands and a racing heart, I acquiesced, nodding my head and finally uttering the words he demanded. "Yes, yes, yes, daddy," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. Marco's demeanor softened slightly at my compliance, and he returned to his seat, his gaze fixed on me with a mixture of approval and warning
"Now go get ready; I'll drop you off at the cafe, and I'll pick you up from there in the evening," Marco instructed, his tone firm but not unkind. His words lingered in the air, a reminder of his control over my every move.
Feeling a mixture of resignation and trepidation, I nodded silently, unable to muster any protest. Marco's authority was undeniable, and I knew better than to defy him further. With a heavy heart, I left his office, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions.
my hands shook, and tears threatened to spill from my eyes. I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the situation, wondering how I had gotten myself into such a mess. The weight of Marco's expectations hung heavy on my shoulders, a constant reminder of the precarious balance between desire and obedience.
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