King Enterprises, Private Elevator — 32nd Floor
Daniel was radiant.
He moved through the executive floor with subtle grace. Still wearing a crisp, high-collared shirt tucked into tailored slacks, a hint of the black velvet collar pressed gently beneath his neckline. It was barely visible. Only someone looking too closely would see it. But it was there. He felt it.
He was Tyrone’s.
The staff could feel something had changed—his confidence, the way he carried himself. Still polite. Still shy. But owned. Claimed. Glowing.
Ava noticed.
So did Juliette—who exchanged a quiet, knowing glance with Tyrone that morning as she passed through the office. There was no jealousy there. Only respect. She understood power better than anyone. And Daniel had been chosen.
But nothing could’ve prepared them for her.
11:03 AM — The Visitor
The elevator chimed softly. Out stepped a woman who did not belong.
Tall. Red leather heels. A slate-gray pencil skirt wrapped like a second skin around her hips. Her blouse—sheer silk—revealed just enough lace beneath to blur the line between boardroom and boudoir. Platinum blonde hair curled over one shoulder in a thick, luscious wave. Her lipstick was crimson. Her nails were darker.
But it was her eyes that stopped Daniel cold.
Emerald green. Feral. Like she’d stepped out of a dream you shouldn’t be having.
She moved with slow, intentional control. A queen who needed no crown.
“I’m here for Tyrone Dominian,” she said in a sultry British accent, her voice like smoke over honey.
Daniel stood slowly from his desk, blinking. “Do you have an appointment?”
She leaned one palm onto the edge of the desk, letting her blouse fall forward just enough to tease. Her perfume hit him like a spell—jasmine, rose, and something muskier. Carnal.
“Tell him…” she purred, “that Selene is here.”
Daniel’s jaw tightened.
The name meant nothing to him—but the smirk she gave after saying it made his stomach turn.
11:07 AM — Tyrone’s Office
Tyrone didn’t flinch when the door opened and Selene walked in. In fact, he didn’t even look surprised.
He leaned back in his chair like he’d been expecting her.
“Selene.”
She smirked. “Still look good enough to break laws, I see.”
“I own the laws now.”
Selene laughed, stepping closer without invitation. She stopped in front of his desk, running her fingertips along the polished wood. “So this is where you play king now.”
“What do you want?”
She tilted her head. “That’s no way to greet the woman who taught you how to dominate.”
That landed like a hammer.
Outside the door, Daniel froze.
He wasn’t eavesdropping. Not really. The soundproofing on Tyrone’s office was excellent. But Selene didn’t whisper. She performed.
Inside, Tyrone stood.
“You taught me how to manipulate. How to seduce. But you didn’t teach me how to care. That part… I learned on my own.”
“Care?” Selene laughed. “Oh, you poor thing. You’ve grown soft.”
She stepped around the desk—too fast, too close—and placed her hand against his chest. Her palm flat. Her touch bold. Her eyes searching his face.
“Does he know how you used to be?” she whispered. “The things you did? The way you broke men and women without ever needing to touch them?”
Tyrone grabbed her wrist—tight, but controlled.
“I know who I was.”
“And I know who you could still be.”
Later That Evening — Tyrone’s Penthouse
The city glowed dark blue outside the window. Daniel stood at the bar, swirling whiskey in a crystal tumbler, his jaw clenched.
Tyrone walked in, shrugging off his jacket. “You’ve been quiet.”
Daniel didn’t look at him. “That woman—Selene. She said she taught you.”
Tyrone paused. “She did. Once.”
“Was she your… Domme?”
A beat.
“Yes.”
Daniel turned. “She touched you like she owned you.”
“She tried to. A long time ago.”
Daniel set the glass down hard.
“She dominated you?”
“Briefly,” Tyrone said, voice firm. “I submitted to learn what power felt like from the bottom. It made me a better top. A better master.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Tyrone stepped closer. “Because I didn’t want you to doubt what we have.”
Daniel’s breath hitched.
“I’m not scared of your past,” he said. “I’m scared I won’t be enough for your future.”
Tyrone growled.
“Don’t say that.”
He grabbed Daniel’s wrist, pulling him close.
“You are more than enough. You are my present. And if she came here to test me—then let her. Because she’ll lose.”
That Night — The Test
Daniel lay on the bed, wrists bound to the headboard with silk ropes. He was blindfolded, naked, breathing deep, his chest rising and falling in anticipation.
Tyrone circled the bed like a storm.
“I’m going to show you what makes me yours, Daniel,” he whispered. “Not hers. Not anyone’s.”
He started slow—mouth, hands, scent. He licked and tasted and took his time. Teasing Daniel to the edge of moaning madness, then stopping. Whispering possessive, filthy praise into his ear.
“You belong to me.”
“I own your obedience.”
“And no one else will ever break you.”
Daniel writhed beneath him, panting, desperate.
“Please—please, sir. I need—”
Tyrone pressed a single finger to his lips.
“You’ll take what I give you. Not what you think you need.”
He edged him with maddening precision—holding him on the brink for nearly an hour. Each time Daniel begged, Tyrone deepened the psychological play.
“You’re beautiful like this. Desperate. Helpless. And safe.”
When he finally allowed Daniel to come—it was with Tyrone’s hand wrapped around his throat and his voice in Daniel’s soul.
“Mine. Forever.”
Epilogue — A Message from Selene
The next morning, a letter arrived in crimson envelope.
Inside, in elegant handwriting:
“You’ve changed, Tyrone. But maybe that’s not a weakness after all.
I’ve never seen a submissive look at someone the way Daniel looks at you.
You didn’t just break him.
You freed him.I’m almost jealous.
—Selene.”