Under His Control
Under His Control is a steamy, high-glamour, celebrity-driven saga where fame, secrets, and power collide in the heart of NYC. Written and read by Rocco Pink DeCarlo, follow Zanobio “Zane” Eros Russo, the youngest son of the RussoVino wine empire, as he navigates a dangerous affair with the powerful William “Billy” Cohen. Tune in weekly as betrayal, ambition, and family secrets threaten to unravel Zane’s world in this thrilling limited series podcast.
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Under His Control
A Call That Changes Everything - Chapter Two
A Call That Changes Everything - Chapter Two
What if a single phone call could change the course of your life forever? Join us as we unravel the gripping narrative of Zane, a man teetering on the edge of ambition and allure in the dazzling world of City Spire. A mysterious call from James, representing the shadowy Mr. Cohen, sets Zane on a path fraught with tension and high stakes. As he prepares for a pivotal meeting at the luxurious City Spire penthouse, Zane faces a whirlwind of emotions, navigating a world where image and identity are everything.
As the evening unfolds, Zane's encounter with the powerful Billy brings a profound exploration of desire, control, and vulnerability. The interaction between Zane and Billy offers a window into the seductive allure of power and the high cost of ambition. Through their charged exchanges, we peel back the layers of ambition and the unspoken promises that bind them. Experience the captivating tension as Zane wrestles with choices that could redefine his future under the shimmering lights of Manhattan. Tune in for an episode that promises to challenge your perceptions of ambition, identity, and the relentless pull of desire.
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Under His Control Chapter 2. But the moment he saw the unfamiliar number on the screen, his heart lurched. This wasn't just any morning call. It was the kind of call that could change everything. Hello, zane answered his voice still heavy with sleep, the weight of the night before clinging to him like a bad hangover. Mr Russo, a smooth voice purred over the other end. This is James, mr Cohen's assistant. Mr Cohen would like to see you this evening. You'll be expected at his condo at City Spire. You're familiar, I'm sure Zane sat up his mind racing.
Rocco Pink:City Spire was more than just an apartment building. It was a name whispered in hushed tones across Manhattan the tallest skyscraper in the city, a glittering tower of power, excess and exclusivity, where the elite gathered and secrets were exchanged like currency, and secrets were exchanged like currency. Uh yeah, I've heard of it. Zane replied, trying to keep his voice steady, though his insides churned with a mixture of anxiety and excitement. Excellent, a car will arrive for you at precisely 9 pm. Mr Cohen would appreciate it if you brought the demo and a selection of clothes you intend to wear during your performances. There was a long pause, as if the assistant wanted the weight of those words to sink in. Mr Cohen has a keen eye for presentation.
Rocco Pink:Zane swallowed hard the memory of last night's dinner, with Billy flooding back his veiled suggestions, the implications laced between every word. The knot in his gut tightened again, a reminder of the dangerous game he was now playing. I'll be ready, zane managed, knowing he didn't have much of a choice. Good, see you tonight, mr Russo. The call ended leaving Zane staring at the phone in his hand, a sense of foreboding creeping in. He didn't like where this was going. Billy had made it clear last night that nothing came without a price, and now Zane felt himself being pulled deeper into a web he had no control over. As night fell, the tension in Zane's apartment became palpable. He rummaged through his clothes, throwing together a few outfits tight leather pants, a couple of shirts that hugged his body just right. He was no stranger to using his looks to his advantage on stage, but tonight felt different, more deliberate, more dangerous. He was preparing for a performance of a different kind.
Rocco Pink:At 9 pm sharp, the car pulled up outside his building, just as James had promised. Zane threw his bag over his shoulder and headed downstairs, nerves gnawing at him with each step. The city buzzed around him, but all he could think about was the looming encounter with Billy. The ride to City Spire felt like an eternity. The city lights blurred past the window as he wondered what awaited him. When the car finally pulled up in front of the towering skyscraper, its reflective glass glinting under the moonlight, zane's heart raced. He had seen it a million times from the outside, but tonight it felt like he was stepping into another world, one he might not be able to escape.
Rocco Pink:James was waiting inside the lobby, his expression calm and unreadable this way, mr Russo. They rode the private elevator in silence, the tension building with every floor they passed, each ding of the elevator, a countdown to an uncertain fate. When the doors finally opened, zane found himself standing in the penthouse, a sprawling, opulent space that overlooked the entire city. The walls were lined with art that whispered money and power, the furniture sleek and expensive. But what really took his breath away were the floor-to-ceiling windows. The glittering lights of Manhattan sprawled beneath them like a dazzling carpet of opportunity. Billy stood by the windows, a glass of scotch in hand, looking every bit the king of the city. He turned when he heard Zane approach, a slow smile curling on his lips, one that promised both danger and allure. You made it' Billy said his voice thick, with satisfaction, a predatory gleam in his eyes.
Rocco Pink:Zane set his bag down, feeling the weight of the moment pressing on him like a lead blanket. "'you wanted to hear the demos, right'? Billy waved a hand dismissively, a man who had no need for pleasantries" In time, my boy. First let's talk about your look. What are you thinking for performances? Something edgy, raw, something that makes a statement? Zane hesitated. He hadn't expected the night to start this way, with fashion taking center stage.
Rocco Pink:Yeah, I brought a few things, show me. Billy's voice was commanding, tinged with an intensity that made Zane's skin prickle. He pulled out the leather pants and the tight shirts, laying them out on the couch, each piece, a testament to his desire to be seen, to be desired. Billy walked over his eyes, appraising every piece, every stitch, every detail, with the scrutiny of a sculptor inspecting his masterpiece. Try them on. Billy said, his voice dropping lower, thick, with implication.
Rocco Pink:Zane felt the air shift, a palpable tension wrapping around them both. He glanced at Billy, trying to gauge just how far this night was about to go, but Billy's expression was impossible to read A mask of calm concealing a storm beneath. Come on, Zane, don't be shy. Billy's smile widened, revealing a hint of something more than mere interest. I want to see the real you.
Rocco Pink:Zane's pulse quickened as he reluctantly slid out of his clothes, pulling on the tight leather pants and one of the sheer shirts. He caught his reflection in the mirror. His body looked incredible, taut and impressive, but he felt exposed in a way he hadn't anticipated. Vulnerable yet electrified by the moment. Billy's eyes traveled slowly over Zane's body, taking in every curve, every inch of skin on display, as if he were savoring a fine wine. He stepped closer the heat of his presence, making Zane's breath catch the air thick with unspoken promises. You look perfect.
Rocco Pink:Billy murmured his voice, a low growl that sent shivers down Zane's spine. He reached out, brushing a finger along Zane's collarbone, an intimate gesture that ignited something primal within him. You know, power isn't just control. Sometimes it's about surrendering it. Zane's heart pounded in his chest as Billy's hands lingered, trailing down the front of his shirt lower and lower, igniting a dangerous spark between them. The electricity was undeniable and Zane knew what was coming next.
Rocco Pink:The unspoken deal had finally arrived. Billy's lips hovered near Zane's ear, his breath hot against his skin. You want my help, don't you? Zane closed his eyes, his mind spinning. He had never felt so trapped, so caught between desire and fear. He knew he needed Billy's influence, but the price it was so much higher than he had anticipated.
Rocco Pink:I can make you a star, zane. Billy whispered, his voice dripping with seduction. But you have to give me something in return. Zane's voice was barely a whisper as he felt the weight of the moment pressing down on him. What do you want? Billy's hand gripped Zane's waist, pulling him closer, their bodies mere inches apart. You, the night, stretched on the city a silent witness to the choices Zane made in that penthouse. His demo remained untouched in his bag, but everything else between him and Billy was laid bare. As the stars twinkled above the skyline, zane realized that whatever he had started tonight was only the beginning. The game of power control surrender had officially begun. And in the seductive shadows of power control surrender had officially begun. And in the seductive shadows of City Spire. The stakes had never been higher.