The morning air was sultry, thick with jasmine and salt. Tyrone stood on the villa balcony, shirtless, sipping black coffee, watching Daniel stretch by the pool below.
Daniel’s body had changed in subtle ways since they’d arrived. Tighter. Leaner. More confident. His shoulders rolled back with unconscious grace. His jaw, once tense and unsure, was now set with focus. He was still submissive—but not weak.
He was blooming.
Tyrone smirked to himself. Perfect timing.
He checked his phone. A message had come through earlier that morning.
“She’s in town. Wants a meeting. Said she’s open to… anything.
Her name’s Vivienne.”
– J.
He knew Vivienne well. A luxury real estate broker who specialized in billionaire deals and alternative investments. Late thirties, French-Haitian, with rich brown skin, full lips, and a body that could stop negotiations cold. Her reputation preceded her—not just as a closer, but as a sensualist. She adored the company of men… and women. But she especially adored first-timers—men who didn’t yet know what they liked.
And Tyrone had a gift for giving people exactly what they didn’t know they craved.
Midday — The Setup
Daniel sat across from Tyrone in the villa’s marble kitchen, shirtless, still catching his breath from a long swim.
Tyrone poured him a drink and placed it in front of him.
“We have a guest arriving in an hour.”
Daniel arched a brow. “Business?”
“Sort of. She’s a client. High-profile. Sensual. Curious.”
Daniel sipped. “Curious how?”
Tyrone leaned forward, voice low. “She asked about you.”
Daniel blinked. “Me?”
“She saw you at a gala photo last month. Said you looked… ‘ripe.’ Her words.”
Daniel flushed.
“And what exactly are we meeting about?” he asked.
Tyrone smiled. “I want to see how you handle temptation. Not because I don’t trust you. But because I know you’ve got hunger in you. And hunger, when controlled, becomes power.”
Daniel swallowed. “Are you asking me to sleep with her?”
“I’m not asking anything,” Tyrone said, standing. “I’m inviting you to explore. While I watch.”
Daniel’s eyes widened.
4:17 PM — Vivienne Arrives
She stepped into the villa like it belonged to her.
Vivienne wore a curve-hugging white dress that looked like it had been poured onto her skin. Her hair was coiled into a regal bun, her heels laced up her calves, and her perfume—a blend of neroli, amber, and heat—lingered after every step.
Tyrone kissed her cheek. “Looking dangerous as ever.”
“And you… have been hiding a very delicious secret.”
Her eyes landed on Daniel, who stood at the edge of the room, silent, heart racing.
“Mon dieu,” she whispered. “Is that the one?”
Tyrone nodded. “Daniel. Vivienne. Vivienne… my most loyal.”
Vivienne approached Daniel slowly. She didn’t touch him—yet—but circled him like prey.
“You’re even more exquisite in person,” she purred.
Daniel blushed but didn’t move.
Tyrone’s voice cut through the tension.
“Vivienne’s here to finalize a portfolio. But she also has a… secondary interest.”
“I want to see if he melts,” Vivienne said, reaching out to run her nails down Daniel’s bare chest. “Just a little.”
Daniel gasped softly. Not from fear—but the thrill of being watched.
Tyrone sank into a leather chair near the window, legs spread, glass of whiskey in hand.
“Begin.”
The Test
Vivienne didn’t rush.
She stepped behind Daniel and kissed the back of his neck, slow and warm. Her hands explored—light touches over his chest, his abdomen, his hips. She wasn’t aggressive. She savored.
“Have you ever been with a woman who wanted to worship you?” she whispered in his ear.
Daniel’s breath hitched. “No, ma’am.”
“Do you want to be?” she asked.
He turned slightly. “With Tyrone watching?”
Vivienne chuckled. “That’s the only way I’d ever want it.”
She lowered herself to her knees and looked up at him—not submissive, but reverent.
“Let me taste what he’s claimed.”
Her mouth found his skin—his stomach, his hips, the soft line of muscle leading downward. Her hands were expert, undoing his waistband, freeing him slowly, deliberately.
Daniel moaned—soft, surprised, aroused—and looked to Tyrone.
Tyrone met his gaze. No anger. No jealousy. Just dark, proud hunger.
“Let her, Daniel.”
Vivienne’s mouth wrapped around him—slow, deep, worshipful. She didn’t rush. She devoured. Her tongue teased. Her throat welcomed. And Daniel’s body trembled with a kind of pleasure he’d never felt before.
But the real arousal came from being watched.
Tyrone’s presence never wavered. He stroked himself slowly, letting Daniel see him, feel the heat of being observed.
Vivienne pulled off, her lips wet, her eyes wild. She stood, pressed her body against Daniel’s, and whispered:
“Would you like to fuck me now, sweet boy?”
Daniel hesitated—just long enough for Tyrone to rise from his chair.
“No,” Tyrone said, voice dark. “He’s not yours. Not yet.”
Vivienne’s lips parted in surprise.
“He only gets to taste you under my control.”
Tyrone came up behind Daniel, pressed his chest against his back, and kissed his shoulder.
“Did you want to fuck her, Daniel?”
Daniel trembled. “Yes, sir.”
“Do you need to?”
Daniel turned, his eyes heavy with lust and love.
“No, sir.”
Tyrone growled, grabbed his jaw, kissed him hard.
“Good boy.”
The Afterglow
Vivienne reclined on the sofa, watching the two men lock into each other’s orbit. Her dress was askew, one strap falling off her shoulder.
“I’ve never seen a man choose loyalty over lust like that,” she whispered. “You’ve trained him well.”
Tyrone chuckled. “He’s not trained. He’s evolved.”
He pulled Daniel onto the rug by the fire, laid him down, and slowly undressed him fully. Daniel stared up, gasping, trembling as Tyrone stripped bare and climbed over him—owning him with his mouth, his hands, his full weight and warmth.
It wasn’t just sex. It was a reclamation.
Tyrone pushed inside him with slow, deliberate control, making Daniel gasp and cry out, his fingers gripping the rug.
“You’re mine,” Tyrone growled, thrusting deeper. “Even when she begs for you… you’re mine.”
Daniel sobbed with pleasure, wrapped around him, body shaking.
He never looked at Vivienne again.
Only at him.
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