The night air rolled in thick with heat, the kind that clung to the skin and refused to leave. Inside the villa, the lights were low. Candles flickered in alcoves, their glow reflecting off marble and gold accents. The space was quiet… but heavy with intention.
Tyrone leaned back in a velvet armchair, barefoot now, bare-chested, a glass of dark rum in his hand. His eyes were fixed on Vivienne—who was barefoot as well, her white dress now discarded for a sheer black slip that barely clung to her curves. Her nipples pressed against the fabric, her hips swaying with every step she took around the couch.
And between them—on his knees—was Daniel.
Naked.
Still flushed from the earlier encounter, his thighs trembling, eyes glassy with want and fear and anticipation.
“You want to serve again, boy?” Tyrone asked, voice low, dangerous.
Daniel nodded, but Vivienne immediately clicked her tongue and stepped forward, gripping his chin firmly.
“Use your voice when you speak to your masters,” she said.
Daniel licked his lips, eyes darting between them.
“Yes, sir. Yes, ma’am. I want to serve. I want to please.”
Vivienne smiled like a cat who just heard a mouse confess.
“Then crawl.”
Tyrone chuckled, sipping his drink.
“To which one of us?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
Daniel looked between them—and began to crawl toward Tyrone first. Slow, desperate, reverent.
Vivienne watched, approving.
“Good. Start where your heart lives.”
Stage One: Reclamation
Tyrone spread his thighs wider. Daniel climbed into his lap like muscle memory, his mouth finding Tyrone’s length and beginning to suck—slowly, reverently, tongue swirling, taking him deep.
Tyrone growled, hand resting possessively on Daniel’s head.
“Don’t look away,” he told Vivienne. “Watch what obedience looks like.”
Vivienne watched with a slow exhale, hands gliding down her own body.
“He’s learned well.”
Daniel moaned around Tyrone’s cock, cheeks hollowing as he took him deeper. He could feel his master’s warmth, his musk, the thickness filling his mouth. It wasn’t about getting him off—it was about showing devotion.
But before Tyrone could cum, he gently pushed Daniel back.
“Now hers.”
Vivienne was already lying back on the chaise, her thighs spread, fingers teasing her folds. She wasn’t shy.
“Come taste, little lamb,” she whispered.
Daniel crawled to her, breathing hard, and kissed up her thighs. Vivienne purred as his tongue slid into her—hesitant at first, but gaining confidence as she rolled her hips against his face.
“Yes,” she moaned, gripping his curls. “Like that. Let me fuck your face.”
Tyrone watched from his chair, stroking himself slowly.
Daniel was now between them. Literally. Spiritually. And they weren’t even close to done.
Stage Two: Submission Under Fire
Vivienne climaxed first—sudden, sharp, loud. She arched off the couch and held Daniel’s head in place as she rode it out, grinding down onto his tongue with zero mercy. When she was finished, she exhaled slowly, eyes wild.
“He’s ready,” she said, rising.
Tyrone nodded.
“To the center. On all fours.”
Daniel crawled shakily to the center of the rug. His cock hung hard between his thighs, leaking. His arms trembled.
Vivienne stood behind him, spreading his legs wider with her foot.
Tyrone stepped in front.
“What are you?” he asked.
“Yours,” Daniel whispered.
Vivienne leaned down, lips at his ear.
“Ours, now.”
And with that, the true test began.
Tyrone took his mouth again—deep, slow thrusts that forced Daniel to stay open, obedient, lips stretched and dripping. Meanwhile, Vivienne slid a lubed finger between his cheeks—teasing, testing, then pushing inside.
Daniel’s muffled groan vibrated against Tyrone’s cock.
“Good boy,” Tyrone growled. “You can take more.”
Vivienne added another finger.
Tyrone grabbed Daniel’s hair, fucked deeper.
Vivienne curled her fingers inside him.
Daniel nearly collapsed, whimpering, overwhelmed—but his body didn’t fail him.
“He’s breaking,” she purred.
“No,” Tyrone corrected. “He’s ascending.”
Stage Three: The Collapse and Rise
Vivienne prepared him carefully—stretching, teasing, pushing him deeper into submission. By the time Tyrone took his place behind Daniel, the boy was already panting like a sinner in a chapel.
Tyrone rubbed the head of his cock against Daniel’s entrance.
“Tell me you want it.”
“Please, sir,” Daniel gasped. “Claim me.”
Tyrone entered him with one smooth, powerful stroke.
Daniel cried out—but didn’t resist.
Vivienne kissed him deeply from the front, muffling his moans, while Tyrone drove into him from behind—slow at first, then harder. Deeper. Possessive.
Vivienne wrapped her hand around Daniel’s cock, stroking it in time with Tyrone’s thrusts.
The rhythm built.
Louder.
Faster.
Daniel’s cries became sobs of pleasure, pain, bliss. He could barely breathe. Vivienne bit his shoulder. Tyrone spanked him hard enough to make him jolt.
“You’re ours now,” Tyrone groaned.
“You serve us both,” Vivienne whispered.
And then—release.
Daniel came first—explosively, violently, his whole body shaking as Vivienne milked him through it. His cock pulsed between her fingers, cum splashing across her chest and thighs.
Tyrone came next, driving into him one final time, releasing deep inside.
Vivienne followed, moaning, pressing her soaked fingers into Daniel’s mouth.
And then—silence.
The Aftercare
They lay tangled together on the rug.
Tyrone cradled Daniel against his chest, sweat and cum still cooling on their skin. Vivienne curled against Daniel’s back, her nails dragging gentle circles on his shoulder.
No one spoke for minutes.
Finally, Tyrone leaned down.
“You didn’t break.”
Daniel’s voice was hoarse. “I almost did.”
“But you didn’t,” Vivienne whispered. “And that makes you ours.”
Daniel closed his eyes, utterly spent, utterly at peace.
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