The bassline thrummed through the walls of The Velvet Lounge, a sleek new spot in downtown San Francisco that had been buzzing with chatter since its grand opening. Tyrell adjusted his cufflinks, catching his reflection in the mirrored wall behind the bar. At fifty-five, he still carried himself like a man who knew his worth. His tailored navy suit hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, and his salt-and-pepper beard gave him an air of sophistication that turned heads the moment he walked in.
It had been six months since the divorce papers were signed, six months since he had last shared a bed with someone. Twenty years of marriage, gone just like that. But tonight wasn’t about dwelling on the past. Tonight was about proving to himself—and maybe to the world—that Tyrell Lawson still had it.
“What can I get you, sir?” The bartender, a young woman with a pixie cut and a smirk that suggested she’d seen it all, leaned over the counter.
“Whiskey. Neat.” His voice was smooth, commanding, and earned him a second glance from her before she poured his drink.
He took a slow sip, letting the warmth spread through him as his eyes scanned the room. The lounge was packed—men in suits, women in dresses that clung to their curves as if painted on. Laughter bubbled up from one corner, where a group of women sat at a table, their eyes darting toward him more than once. He didn’t miss the way one of them, a brunette in a red dress, bit her lip when she caught his gaze.
Tyrell wasn’t here for a quick lay. He was old-school, raised to believe that intimacy was earned, not given away like cheap liquor. If someone wanted him, they’d have to prove they were worth his time. And oh, he had plenty of time.
He set his glass down and made his way to the table, his stride confident but unhurried. The women noticed him immediately; their conversation faltered as he approached.
“Ladies,” he said, his tone polite but laced with something deeper, something that made the brunette in the red dress sit up a little straighter. “I couldn’t help but notice you all seem to be enjoying yourselves. Mind if I join you?”
There was a beat of silence before one of them, a blonde with a mischievous glint in her eyes, laughed. “Well, aren’t you the gentleman? Pull up a chair.”
He did, sliding into the seat next to the brunette. Her perfume was subtle but intoxicating—vanilla and jasmine, a combination that reminded him of nights long past. She glanced at him, her dark eyes holding a question he was more than willing to answer.
“I’m Tyrell,” he said, extending his hand.
“Sophia,” she replied, her fingers brushing against his in a way that sent a spark up his arm. “And this is Jenna and Mia.” She gestured to the blonde and the redhead, who hadn’t stopped staring at him since he sat down.
“Welcome to The Velvet Lounge, Tyrell,” Jenna said, raising her glass. “First time here?”
“It is,” he admitted. “Figured it was time to try something new.”
Sophia tilted her head, studying him. “New to the bar, or new to this?” She waved her hand vaguely, but he knew what she meant.
“Both,” he said with a chuckle. “Recently divorced. Twenty years married. Figured it was time to see if I still remember how to do this.”
Mia snorted, nearly spilling her drink. “Oh, honey, I don’t think you’ve forgotten anything. Look at you.”
Sophia shot her a look before turning back to Tyrell. “Divorce is tough, but it sounds like you’re handling it well.”
“Trying to.” He leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady on hers. “I’m not the kind of man who rushes into things. I believe in getting to know someone, making sure there’s a connection before…well, before anything else happens.”
Her lips curved into a smile, and he could tell she was intrigued. “That’s refreshing. Most men these days just want a quick fix.”
“Not me,” he said firmly. “If a woman wants my attention, she’s going to have to earn it.”
There was a pause, the kind of heavy silence that felt charged with possibility. Sophia’s fingers drummed lightly against the edge of her glass, her eyes never leaving his. Then, slowly, she leaned in closer.
“And how exactly would someone go about earning your attention, Tyrell?”
He met her halfway, his voice dropping to a low rumble. “Dinner, conversation. Maybe a glass of wine. Old-fashioned, I know, but I find it works better than trying to shout over loud music in a crowded bar.”
She laughed softly, a sound that sent a thrill through him. “Old-fashioned isn’t always a bad thing.”
Their conversation continued, easy and flirtatious, until Jenna announced she was ready to call it a night and dragged Mia along with her. That left just Tyrell and Sophia, sitting close enough that he could feel the heat radiating off her skin.
“So,” she said, swirling the last of her wine in her glass. “If I wanted to take you up on that dinner offer, when would be good for you?”
He smiled, slow and deliberate. “How about now?”
The cab ride to Rincon Towers was filled with electric tension, the kind that made every word feel like a prelude to something more significant. Sophia leaned back in the seat, her eyes flickering to Tyrell occasionally, a small smile playing on her lips. Tyrell, for his part, maintained his composure, but his pulse quickened whenever her hand brushed against his arm as she gestured animatedly.
“So,” she said, breaking the silence, “you said you’re an accomplished chef. What’s your signature dish?”
He chuckled, his deep voice resonating in the confined space of the cab. “I like to think I have a few. But if I had to pick one, it would be my blackened salmon with mango salsa. The spice and sweetness—it’s a balance, like life.”
Sophia raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Sounds delicious. And here I was thinking we’d just order takeout.”
“Takeout?” He feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. “Not in my apartment. I promise you, tonight will be unforgettable.”
She laughed, the sound light and musical, and Tyrell knew he was already winning her over. When they arrived at Rincon Towers, he stepped out first, offering her his hand as she exited the cab. His grip was firm, reassuring, and she held on a moment longer than necessary before releasing it.
The lobby was sleek and modern, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a stunning view of the city. Sophia took it all in, her eyes wide with appreciation. “Wow. This place is impressive.”
“Just wait until you see the view from upstairs,” he said, leading her to the elevator. As the doors closed, he felt the air between them thicken. They stood close, yet not quite touching, the anticipation building with each passing second.
“It’s home,” he said simply, his voice low. He watched as she turned to face him, her eyes searching his for something unspoken. For a moment, neither of them moved, the weight of their mutual attraction hanging heavy in the air.
Then, Tyrell stepped back, breaking the spell. “Let me get us a drink. Wine? Whiskey?”
“Wine,” she replied, her voice slightly breathless. “Red, if you have it.”
He nodded and moved to the kitchen, opening a cabinet to reveal an impressive collection of wines. He selected a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, expertly uncorking it and pouring two glasses. Returning to the living room, he handed her a glass; their fingers brushed briefly.
“To new beginnings,” he said, raising his glass.
“New beginnings,” she echoed, clinking her glass against his. They both took a sip, the rich flavor of the wine smooth on their tongues.
Tyrell gestured towards the kitchen. “How about I start on dinner while you get comfortable?”
Sophia smiled, setting her glass down on the coffee table. “Can I help?”
“You can watch,” he said, his tone teasing. “Unless you want to earn your keep.”
Her laugh was warm, and she settled onto one of the bar stools at the kitchen island, watching as he began to move around the kitchen with practiced ease. He pulled ingredients from the fridge—salmon, mangoes, red onions, cilantro—and set to work, his movements precise and confident.
As he cooked, they talked—about everything and nothing. She told him about her job as a graphic designer, her love of travel, and her distaste for oysters. He shared stories of his culinary adventures, his recent divorce, and his desire to rediscover himself after twenty years of marriage. The conversation flowed easily, and Tyrell found himself drawn to her intelligence, her wit, and her openness.
When the meal was ready, he plated it beautifully, garnishing the salmon with a sprig of fresh dill. They moved to the dining table, sitting across from each other as they ate. The food was exquisite, the flavors bold and harmonious, and Sophia couldn’t stop complimenting him.
“This is amazing,” she said, taking another bite. “You weren’t kidding about being a chef.”
He smirked, leaning back in his chair. “I don’t kid about food. Or anything else, for that matter.”
She met his gaze, her expression thoughtful. “So, what’s next? After dinner?”
He paused, considering his words carefully. “That depends on you. I’m old-fashioned, remember? I like to take things slow. But… that doesn’t mean I’m not interested in seeing where this could go.”
She smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her lips. “Maybe we could… speed things up a little.”
His heart skipped a beat at her words, but he kept his expression neutral. “What did you have in mind?”
She stood, rounding the table until she was beside him. Her fingertips grazed his shoulder, sending a shiver down his spine. “Why don’t you show me that treasure chest of toys you mentioned earlier?”
He looked up at her, his dark eyes smoldering with desire. “Are you sure?”
She nodded, her gaze never leaving his. “I’m sure.”
Without another word, he stood, taking her hand and leading her down the hall to his bedroom. The room was tastefully decorated, with a king-sized bed dominating the space. Against one wall was a large chest, intricately carved and locked with a brass key. Tyrell retrieved the key from a drawer and unlocked the chest, revealing an array of sensual delights—silk ropes, blindfolds, vibrators, and more.
Sophia’s eyes widened as she took it all in. “Impressive.”
He smirked, stepping closer to her. “I believe in being prepared.”
She reached out, running a hand along his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. “Show me how prepared you are.”
With a growl, he pulled her into his arms, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Their mouths moved together hungrily, their hands exploring each other’s bodies with increasing urgency. Tyrell’s experienced fingers made quick work of the buttons on her blouse, exposing the lace bra beneath. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples, eliciting a soft moan from her.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, trailing kisses down her neck and chest. She arched into him, her fingers tangling in his hair as he teased her flesh with his tongue.
“Tyrell,” she breathed, her voice trembling with need. “I want you.”
He straightened, his eyes locking with hers. “Tell me what you want.”
“Everything,” she whispered. “I want everything.”
And with that, he lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the bed. He laid her down gently, then knelt beside her, his hands roaming over her body as he undressed her with deliberate slowness. Once she was completely bare, he stood, shedding his own clothes to reveal his broad chest and powerful thighs. His erection strained against his boxers, and Sophia’s eyes widened at the sight.
“Oh my god,” she murmured, reaching out to touch him. He stopped her, shaking his head.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “Tonight, I’m in control.”
She bit her lip, nodding obediently. Tyrell reached into the chest, pulling out a silk scarf and using it to gently bind her wrists above her head. Then, he selected a blindfold, slipping it over her eyes. Instantly, her other senses heightened, and she gasped as his lips trailed down her body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
His mouth found her core, and she cried out as he licked and sucked her sensitive flesh with expert precision. She writhed beneath him, her hips bucking as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he stopped, leaving her trembling with need.
“Please,” she begged, her voice ragged. “I need you.”
He removed the blindfold, allowing her to see the hunger in his eyes. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”
With a groan, he positioned himself at her wet pussy, sliding into her slowly, inch by agonizing inch. She gasped, her inner walls clenching around him as his cock filled her completely, he paused, savoring the sensation of her tight cunt enveloping him.
Then, he began to move—slowly at first, drawing out every stroke, every thrust. Sophia wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper, faster. He obliged, his pace increasing as their passion intensified. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, each driving the other closer to the brink of ecstasy.
“Tyrell,” she moaned, her nails digging into his back. “God, you feel so good.”
He growled, burying his face in her neck as he thrust into her with unrestrained force. She cried out, her release crashing over her like a tidal wave. He followed soon after, his body shuddering as he shot every drop of himself inside her.
For a moment, they lay there, breathing heavily, their bodies still entwined. Then, Tyrell gently untied her wrists, kissing each tender spot where the silk had left faint marks. Sophia smiled up at him, her eyes filled with satisfaction and longing.
“Well,” she said, her voice husky, “I’d say you definitely still have it.”
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Good to know. But this is just the beginning.”
She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh really? What do you have planned next?”
A wicked grin spread across his face as he reached for the chest once more. “How do you feel about trying something… adventurous?”
Tyrell’s grin widened as he led Sophia down the hallway, his fingers interlaced with hers. The air between them was electric, charged with anticipation. “You’re about to see something special,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Consider it my little sanctuary.”
Sophia’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Sanctuary? Sounds intriguing.”
He stopped in front of a door adorned with a sleek golden handle—a stark contrast to the rest of his modern apartment. With a theatrical flourish, he opened it, revealing The Gold Room. Soft amber lights bathed the space, casting a warm, inviting glow. A plush velvet couch sat against one wall, flanked by shelves filled with an array of toys and accessories that made Sophia’s breath catch. In the center of the room stood a king-sized bed draped in black silk sheets, its surface gleaming under the dim light. A discreetly placed video camera perched on a tripod in the corner, ready for action.
Her lips parted in awe. “Wow… Tyrell, this is… incredible.”
He stepped inside, gesturing for her to follow. “I like to be prepared. And tonight—” He paused, turning to face her, his gaze intense. “Tonight, I want to show you exactly what I’m capable of.”
Sophia’s heart raced as she took in the room. She trailed her fingers along the edge of the couch, feeling the smooth fabric beneath her touch. Her eyes landed on a glass case displaying an assortment of vibrators, restraints, and oils. She glanced back at him, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “You’ve been holding out on me.”
“Patience is a virtue,” he replied, stepping closer. His hand brushed against her arm, sending shivers down her spine. “But I don’t think either of us wants to wait much longer.”
She laughed softly, her cheeks flushing. “You’re right about that.”
Tyrell moved behind her, his hands resting lightly on her shoulders. He leaned in, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered, “Let’s start slow. I want to savor every moment with you.”
His words sent a wave of heat through her body. She turned to face him, their chests inches apart. “What did you have in mind?”
His eyes darkened with desire. “First, I want to taste you. All of you.”
Before she could respond, he captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with expert precision. Her hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer as the intensity between them surged. When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily.
“Sit,” he murmured, guiding her toward the bed. She obeyed, sinking into the softness of the silk sheets. Tyrell knelt before her, his hands sliding up her thighs. His touch was deliberate, teasing, as he pushed her dress up slowly, revealing her lace panties.
“So gorgeous,” he breathed, his fingers tracing the delicate fabric. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin just above her waistband. Sophia’s breath hitched, her fingers tangling in his hair as he continued his slow descent.
When he reached her inner thighs, he paused, looking up at her with a wicked smile. “Are you ready?”
She nodded, unable to find the words. Her entire body was taut with anticipation, every nerve ending on fire.
With a deliberate slowness that bordered on torture, Tyrell hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and slid them down her legs. He tossed them aside without breaking eye contact, his gaze burning into hers. Then, without warning, he lowered his mouth to her core, his tongue flicking against her sensitive flesh.
A moan escaped her lips, her hips arching instinctively toward him. But Tyrell held her firmly in place, his hands gripping her thighs as he explored her with unhurried strokes. He worshipped her body, his movements calculated and precise, each touch designed to drive her wild.
Sophia’s head fell back against the pillows, her fingers tightening in his curls. “Oh God, Tyrell… that feels amazing.”
He didn’t respond verbally, but the way he intensified his efforts spoke volumes. His tongue circled her clit, then dipped lower, tasting her deeply. The sensations were overwhelming, each stroke building the pressure inside her until she was teetering on the edge.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, Tyrell pulled back, leaving her gasping and trembling. He looked up at her, his lips glistening, and flashed that infuriatingly confident grin. “Not yet. I want this to last.”
Sophia groaned in frustration, but she couldn’t deny the thrill that coursed through her. There was something undeniably alluring about his control, the way he orchestrated every moment to perfection.
He stood, towering over her as he stripped off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and the faint trail of hair leading downward. She bit her lip, her eyes traveling lower to the prominent bulge straining against his pants.
“Your turn,” she said, her voice husky with desire.
Tyrell chuckled, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness. “Patience, sweetheart. You’ll get what you want soon enough.”
She propped herself up on her elbows, watching with rapt attention as he kicked off his shoes and peeled away his pants. When he finally stood before her completely naked, Sophia couldn’t help but gasp. He was magnificent. Every inch of him exuded power and experience, from his broad shoulders to the impressive length of his cock, standing proudly at attention.
Tyrell climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. He leaned down, capturing her lips in another fiery kiss as his hand found her center once more. “Tell me what you want,” he murmured against her mouth.
Sophia’s response was immediate. “You. All of you.”
He smiled, his eyes smoldering. “Then let’s make it unforgettable.”
His fingers delved deeper, coaxing a moan from her lips as he kissed a path down her body. When he reached her breasts, he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before switching to the other. Each movement was slow, deliberate, designed to amplify her pleasure to its peak.
As his fingers worked their magic, Sophia’s climax began to build again, faster than before. She cried out, her body trembling uncontrollably as the wave crashed over her. Tyrell watched her with satisfaction, his own desire evident in the way his hand tightened possessively on her thigh.
When she finally came down from the high, she looked up at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Why are you so good at this?” she panted.
He smirked, leaning in to kiss her deeply. “Years of practice. And trust me, we’re just getting started.”
Sophia reached for him, her hand wrapping around his length. “I want you inside me. Now.”
Tyrell groaned, his resolve wavering for the first time. “Not yet,” he said, his voice strained. “I told you—slow and steady wins the race.”
She whined in protest, but he silenced her with another kiss. His fingers returned to her core, stroking her until she was writhing beneath him once more. Only when she was on the brink of another orgasm did he finally sheath himself inside her, his groan echoing hers as they became one.
Their rhythm was slow and deep, each thrust drawing out cries of pleasure from both of them. Tyrell’s lips found hers again, their kisses growing more frantic with every passing moment.
“Harder,” Sophia gasped, her nails digging into his back.
He obliged, his pace quickening as the tension in the room reached its peak. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, the connection between them almost tangible. Just as she felt herself spiraling toward release, Tyrell slowed again, prolonging the inevitable.
“Tyrell!” she cried, her voice tinged with desperation.
He grinned down at her, his own restraint visibly faltering. “Say it again.”
“Please,” she begged, her hips bucking against his. “Don’t stop.”
Their eyes locked, and in that moment, something shifted—something raw and unspoken passed between them. Tyrell’s thrusts became relentless, driving her over the edge with such force that she screamed his name, her nails raking down his back as waves of pleasure consumed her.
He followed right after, his release shuddering through him as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. They clung to each other, both trembling as the intensity of their passion subsided.
For several moments, neither of them spoke, their breaths gradually slowing. Finally, Tyrell lifted his head to look at her, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “Still think I can’t keep up?”
