The private jet touched down just before sunrise.
Tyrone Dominian stepped off the aircraft like a returning king. Tailored charcoal coat draped over one arm, sunglasses on despite the early hour, and the faint scent of leather, sex, and dominance clinging to his skin. His phone vibrated constantly—messages from clients, prospects, and lovers. But one stood out.
Juliette Vernier.
You’ve been silent too long, mon roi. I’m beginning to wonder if you’ve replaced me with softer prey.
Tyrone smirked. “Replaced?” he thought. No one replaced Juliette—but she would have to wait.
A few steps behind him, Daniel followed quietly.
He walked with a new posture—shoulders slightly squared, chin lifted—but his gaze flicked nervously between terminals. No one could see the collar around his neck, but in his mind, it was always there now. Tyrone had marked him. Owned him. Broken him, then built him again.
And yet… Daniel felt something strange rising in his gut as they approached the elevator lobby of their downtown office tower.
Jealousy.
The Return
The top floor of King Global was just stirring when they arrived. Tyrone’s executive suite was still spotless, gleaming with cold authority. The staff hadn’t yet filled in—but two figures already waited:
Ava—the sharp-mouthed marketing director who once straddled Tyrone in his leather chair and still smelled faintly of amber and arrogance.
And Celeste—all crimson lips and secret motives, leaning against the glass with a smirk that said I know more than you think.
They both turned when Tyrone and Daniel entered.
Ava arched an eyebrow. “Back from your international conquests already?”
Tyrone didn’t miss a beat. “You know I always come home.”
Daniel felt their gazes slide to him—assessing. Ava’s eyes lingered too long on his flushed cheeks. Celeste simply smiled… like a cat watching a twitching mouse.
“Cute,” she said softly. “But does he fetch coffee or bend over desks?”
Daniel flinched, but Tyrone only chuckled.
“He does exactly what I train him to do,” he said smoothly, brushing a hand over Daniel’s shoulder with casual possession.
The message was clear.
This one’s mine.
But possession has a price.
Office Hours, Jealousy Games
That day, the halls buzzed louder than usual.
Daniel walked the floor with files in hand, trying to focus—but the whispers trailed behind him.
“Is that the intern Tyrone took on the Sweden trip?”
“He looks…different.”
“I heard he’s very obedient.”
Even worse were the looks.
Ava smirked at him from the lounge. Juliette’s name surfaced in casual emails. Celeste dropped a pen right in front of him during a strategy meeting and whispered, “Pick it up like a good boy.”
And yet, the worst moment came when Tyrone didn’t call Daniel in for a private meeting.
Not once.
Instead… a new guest arrived.
Side Fun: Maritza
She strode into the building like she owned stock in every man’s spine. Maritza Costa—Colombian-American tech investor, late 30s, with curves like danger and a walk that turned the carpet into a runway. She wore a red pantsuit with nothing underneath and high heels sharp enough to draw blood.
Tyrone greeted her personally.
“It’s been too long,” he murmured, kissing her cheek.
“Not long enough,” she smirked. “I hear you’ve been taming boys again.”
“And women,” he said. “But I remember how much you hate to be tamed.”
They disappeared into his office for over an hour.
Daniel stood outside Tyrone’s door with a report in his hand and a pit in his stomach.
He could hear something inside. Low laughter. A groan. A thud against the desk.
The door opened just enough for him to glimpse Maritza sliding her bra back on, lipstick smeared.
“Send in the intern,” she said sweetly, brushing past Daniel with a wink.
He entered slowly.
Tyrone was shirtless. Leaning back in his chair. A glass of scotch in his hand.
“Close the door,” Tyrone said. “And don’t ask questions.”
Daniel obeyed, voice silent, heart screaming.
A New Command
Later that night, when the building emptied and only a few lights remained, Tyrone summoned Daniel again.
This time, to the penthouse suite.
Daniel entered—nervous, flushed, wanting—but bracing for the worst.
Tyrone stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, shirt open, drink in hand. City lights reflected off his dark skin.
“You looked jealous today.”
Daniel swallowed. “Yes, sir.”
“Good,” Tyrone said. “You’re learning that loyalty comes with pain.”
He walked over, slowly unbuttoning Daniel’s shirt.
“You’ll endure that pain. And you’ll channel it. Into better obedience. Better service.”
Daniel’s chest rose and fell.
Tyrone cupped his face. Kissed him hard.
“Now get on your knees. Tonight, you reclaim your place.”
Daniel dropped instantly.
The Final Twist
Just as Daniel began to serve—his mouth wrapped around his Master’s cock, his hands trembling on Tyrone’s thighs—the elevator dinged.
Tyrone didn’t pause. He pulled Daniel deeper, controlling his breath with one hand. The door opened.
Juliette Vernier stepped out.
In heels. And lace. Holding two glasses of wine.
She stopped mid-step, her eyes drinking in the scene with practiced calm.
“Ah. I see you started without me.”
Tyrone finally let Daniel breathe, pulling him off just long enough to speak.
“He needed a reminder.”
Juliette smiled like a wolf.
“Then let’s teach him something new.”
Daniel looked up at the two of them—his Master, and the woman who once made him tremble with just a glance.
And he realized… jealousy was only the beginning.
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