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VIKTOR LANG - THE INTIMATE CONFESSIONS - SERIE
Marco doesn’t ask. Viktor sits, opens, and takes everything he is given.
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All characters are adults.
My name is Viktor Alexander Lang.
My days are made of power, of respect, and of figures most people will never see in their lives. But there are nights when none of that matters. Nights when I need to stop being the untouchable man and become something simpler and dirtier. That night in Madrid was one of those.
I had finished a long day of meetings. Instead of going back alone to the suite, I called Marco. I didn’t have to tell him anything. We already knew each other from other trips. We had been together several times, and we both knew exactly what the other wanted.
We met at DiverXO. The table was set apart, in a quiet corner, under an amber light that made the glass and the porcelain shine. The room had the feel of a three-star restaurant: quiet, precise, full of that discreet opulence that doesn’t need to raise its voice. We were both impeccable. I was in a black tailored suit that pulled tight over my belly. Marco was in a navy suit that marked his shoulders and his broad chest.
Dinner was long. Course after course of fine cooking, intense red wines, well chosen. We drank with real hunger. The wine warmed me inside and loosened me little by little.
Every time Marco looked at me over the rim of his glass, I felt my cock getting harder under the table. The suit pressed on my belly. I felt the heat of the wine in my stomach and how the cloth tightened when I took a deep breath. There was no need to talk about it. He already knew what happened to me when we dined like this.
Now and then Marco leaned a little closer and spoke low, only for me to hear.
“I’d been wanting you back in Madrid,” he said, his voice calm. “Wanting a proper evening with you.”
I looked at him. He didn’t look away.
“I like it when you stop deciding and just do what I tell you, completely given over to me.”