Marcel Tvd Novels & Stories

Mr Valentino whom they were here to meet sat on a sofa with a glass of expensive wine in his hands, he got up his seat when he sighted them, welcoming them with an handshake. He was in his fourties with brown hairs slicked to the back. He had a grey suit on. One man who'd looked like his excort stood behind him clad in black from head to toe. "Benvenuti, signori. Andiamo al sodo." Marcellus spoke when they all sat down. "Signor Marcel, non ci vediamo da molto tempo. Sono arrivato dopo aver ricevuto la tua proposta dalla signorina Shannon." He replied politely.

It feels as though I’m suffocating, the air thick with tension. In the next moment, Marcel takes a sip of his scotch, the simple action inexplicably erotic. The silence, the waiting, it’s killing me, and just as I’m about to part my lips to speak, he lowers the glass onto his lap and says, “In the drawer of the nightstand to your left, there’s a vibrator. I want you to play with yourself.” What? My heart skips a beat, watching him reach for the remote sitting on the side table. With the click of a button, music starts playing from the in-ceiling speakers as he instructs me, “You’re going to spread your legs for me, and I’m going to watch you.”