DanielsSurrender (10 page)

“Make her come, Matty,” Dan whispered. Matthew immediately
latched on to her swollen clit, and Daniel bent back down to catch her scream
in his mouth as Shannon’s orgasm slid down their throats.

“Stand up, Matt,” Daniel ordered, breathless from Shannon’s
orgasm. He moved Matt over to a raised platform against the wall and guided him
into a kneeling position with his back to the wall.

“Grab the ring above your head.” Daniel kept his voice low
and firm. Matthew complied and grasped the ring. The position stretched his
torso out. His cock, pulsing with the need to come, bobbed red and angry
against his stomach. That yearning flesh called to Daniel, but he wouldn’t give
in. Not quite yet. If Matthew and Shannon were going to be his lovers tonight,
then he needed to test them. See how much they could take.

Matthew couldn’t take his eyes off Shannon as Daniel walked
back to her, carefully releasing her from her shackles. Her nipples, swollen
around the clips, made his mouth water. Daniel led her to Matt and told her to
kneel, then proceeded to a chest of drawers, taking out condoms and lube.

Matthew had known about Daniel’s playroom, of course. Marcus
had one too. His older brother had allowed him to use it on occasion, but Matt
had never been to a room like this as a submissive. His anticipation erased any
sense of trepidation he felt as he imagined the three of them locked together,
bodies entwined, moans and cries, orgasm after orgasm. He was more than ready
to take his place in Daniel and Shannon’s lives.

Daniel threw all the condoms on the bed, save one. Standing
over Shannon, he smiled, addressing Matt. “Stand on your feet and squat like
you would in the gym.” Matt did, thankful he was fit and strong enough to hold
his position.

“Shannon, free his balls from the ring, but tighten it up on
his cock.”

Matt looked at the ceiling and groaned. He’d never been
strung so tightly with the need to spill himself. Shannon’s delicate fingers
went to work on him, delicate flames on the sensitive skin of his balls. When
he grunted and bucked into her hands, she sent him a wicked look and
intensified her stroking until Daniel laid his hand over hers and said,
“Enough, angel. He can’t come yet.” With a regretful little smirk, Shannon
finished freeing his balls and ringing his cock again.

Daniel placed a pillow on the ledge of the platform. “Lay on
your back, angel, head between Matt’s legs.” The anticipation was excruciating,
the visual stimulation almost more than Matthew could stand. Only the ring
around the base of his cock kept him from shooting what felt like gallons of
cum over Shannon’s flushed breasts.

He felt like an animal, frantic with lust. Ready to rut
until he was emptied of everything but the lingering pleasure of his lovers’
orgasms. He wanted to scream as Shannon sat and lay back against the pillows,
scooting herself up in order to be in line with his balls.

“I’m going to fuck this sweet cunt of yours, angel, and as I
do, you are going to lick and suck on Matt’s balls. And, Shannon, don’t come.”

“You are an evil man,” she whispered in that musical voice
that wound through Matthew’s insides. Matt agreed with her. He ached to rip off
the ring and dive between someone’s legs—at this point he didn’t really care
whose, as long as he was buried balls deep. Looking back down, he watched Daniel
sheath his perfect cock in a condom before grabbing Shannon’s legs and pushing
them far apart.

It was the most amazing sight, Daniel’s cock slithering inch
by thick inch into Shannon’s rosy sheath, separating her labia and disappearing
into her glistening cunt. Daniel kept his strokes slow and steady, drawing moan
after moan from Shannon as she arched and undulated into his thrusts.

“Suck him,” Daniel reminded her in a dark, demanding voice.
And she did. Matt was almost incoherent with the need to explode. Her tongue
fluttered around the base of his dick, flirting with the ring before tracing
his balls. It was intense and wicked and he loved every fucking second of it.

Daniel’s hips moved faster as Shannon sucked both of
Matthew’s balls deeply between swollen pink lips. Matthew’s thighs started to
shake, forcing him to increase his hold on the ring. He closed his eyes and
began moving back and forth to try to alleviate some of the ache.

Abruptly Daniel pulled out of Shannon’s warm pussy. He
carefully rolled off his condom, tossing it into the trash before replacing it
with a new one. None of them was going to last more than five minutes at this
rate, and he wasn’t ready for the night to be over.

Shannon lay panting at his feet, flushed red with lust, eyes
glazed and thighs shiny with her arousal. Matthew knelt, clutching the ring
above his head, his hips undulating and his face a mask of sexual anguish.
Daniel had never seen two more beautiful people in his life.

“Lay on the bed, angel.” Shannon walked on obviously shaky
lags over to the king-size mattress, where she flopped down on the cool sheets.

Daniel recognized the strain on Matt’s face and helped him
over to the bed. He picked up a foil packet and, releasing the cock ring, he
quickly slid the condom on him. Matt grimaced and tightened his buttocks, and
Daniel knew he was fighting coming then and there. Pressing on Matthew’s
shoulder, Daniel urged him down to his knees between Shannon’s thighs.

“Don’t put it in yet,” he whispered in Matthew’s ear, and chuckled
at the other man’s throttled curse.

Dan followed him down, liberally slathering lubricant on his
cock, and slipping the nozzle inside Matt’s puckered hole, where he squirted
generously. Matthew squirmed at the sensation, and Daniel smiled. Spreading
Matt’s ass, Daniel pressed his cock against the tight pucker and drove the head
of his cock forward.

It took several moments for the tense muscles to relax,
letting him in, but Matt completely relaxed and Daniel was abruptly balls-deep
in excruciating heat.

After a long moment of deep breathing, trying to regain his
composure, he rested his chin on Matthew’s shoulder so they could both look at
Shannon. He licked the salty-sweet sweat off Matthew’s neck and felt him
shudder.

“Look at her, Matty, she’s so fucking beautiful. Tell her
how hot she is.”

“You are, Shannon. You are so fucking gorgeous.” Matt’s
voice was strangled, and Daniel could feel his need to dive into her.

“Fill her up, just like I’m filling you up.” He pushed
forward, and when he did, Matthew thrust hard into Shannon.

After the first, luxurious thrust, Matthew drew his thighs
up, using them to lift and spread Shannon’s, opening her to his and Daniel’s
ravenous view. The move had the added benefit of opening him even further to
Daniel’s invasion, and both men moaned as Daniel’s cock sank even deeper, until
his balls slapped against Matthew’s own.

Their moans filled the dim room as both cocks rode their way
to pleasure. They set up a rhythm as old as time, short and shallow.

Daniel licked at Matthew’s neck, bit at his shoulder,
marking him with each thrust. Branding him as his own, if only for one night.

“Play with your clit, Shannon,” Daniel commanded, and then
watched as her hand found her cherry and rubbed it. He held himself back, but
watching her was almost too much. He closed his eyes and bit into Matt’s
shoulder, sucking the skin between his teeth. The sight of his mark on that
smooth, golden skin fueled his thrusting even more.

Daniel knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. The lust was
boiling in his balls, foreshadowing an orgasm like none he’d ever experienced.

Tightening his sphincter, he set his teeth in Matt’s
shoulder, savoring the way he jerked into his thrusts, and prepared to let go.

“Come! Both of you, come now!” Daniel growled as he felt his
cock swell and shoot his searing release into the condom.

Matt shuddered and Daniel held him tight around the waist as
he threw his head back and pummeled Shannon’s pussy. His hair slid over
Daniel’s shoulder in a silky fall as he jerked over and over, his hips jumping
with every spurt.

Daniel reached one hand down to Shannon’s clit and began to
stroke. He didn’t plan to leave her unsatisfied.

Her fists wound in the sheets and tears streaked her red
cheeks as her thighs tightened against Matthew’s sides.

She hooked one ankle over Daniel’s hip, pulling him farther
into their embrace. Her voice was hoarse and strained as her head shook from
side to side.

“Oh my God, it’s never felt like this, never like this.” The
words blurred, rose to a frantic chant and she arched hard into Matthew’s hips.

Daniel could almost feel her orgasm when it hit her because
Matt’s ass clenched around his own cock as Shannon’s pussy contracted around
his dick. Matthew moaned in her grasp, and Daniel felt his breath stutter
before all three sank, limp, to the bed.

He slowly pulled out of Matthew, tossing the condom in the
trash. Shoving at Matt’s shoulder until he collapsed at Shannon’s side, he
quickly disposed of his condom too.

Once he’d taken care of business, he gently rolled Shannon
to her stomach, smoothing firm, caressing hands down her back until she
murmured her pleasure.

Going to the small half bath set tactfully in one corner,
Daniel soaked a velvety soft cloth in hot water before returning to the bed. He
carefully worked the small plug free of her ass, wiggling it when she squirmed
with enjoyment. Matthew, taking his cue from Daniel, took the cloth and gently
cleaned her, drawing the heated material from clit to anus in slow strokes.

When she sighed her pleasure and her muscles began to relax,
Daniel turned her to her back. For a moment he and Matt both just stared. She
lay before them like a virginal sacrifice. Her golden skin glowed and a light
flush still rode her cheeks. The silver chains dripped like starlight over her
breasts, which rose and fell in a gentle, hypnotizing rhythm.

Slowly he reached out and released the clamps, leaning in to
gently suck the sting from her abused flesh. He lay down next to her and drew
Matthew down as well, but on her other side.

Long minutes passed as they each tried to catch their
breath. Daniel idly tangled a hand in Shannon’s hair. Matthew stroked a lazy
path up and down her abdomen. Turning her head, Shannon caught Daniel’s chin in
one soft palm and pulled his lips to hers, capturing them in a sweet, soft
kiss. Then she turned to Matt, lifting her lips to his.

She curled into Matthew, draping over him as if he was a
giant pillow, and wrapped Daniel around her like a living blanket. Two male
hands met at the curve of her waist, fingers lacing together.

Daniel was at a total loss. For the first time in his life
he was completely sated after sex. Not just physically, but emotionally as
well. The idea scared the hell out of him, but he wasn’t willing to give this
feeling up yet. His two lovers had provided more pleasure than Dan had ever
experienced in all his thirty-six years. He closed his eyes and drifted into
the first peaceful sleep he’d had in longer than he could remember.

Chapter Eleven

When Matthew arrived at the office Wednesday morning, he was
whistling. While a whistling Matthew wasn’t out of the ordinary, a whistling
Matthew before 8:00 a.m. was, and the staff noticed. Meredith’s assistant,
Kelli, stopped by the main reception desk and sing-songed “someone got luuuucky”,
causing Trey to choke on his coffee.

Matthew smirked and pretended not to notice. Truth was, he
felt
lucky. In spite of the fact he and Shannon had staggered home—to his home—in
the wee hours of the night, he felt energized. The buzz was better than cliff
diving, better than swimming with sharks, even better than coffee. For one
precious instant, everything was right in his world. He had Shannon to hold and
protect and, for the moment, he could pretend that Daniel held and protected
him too.

Unsurprisingly, Daniel was in the office before him. He’d
somehow cajoled the temp, a stone-faced woman with iron-gray hair and eyes, to
make coffee, and he sat at Marcus’ desk, frowning at the computer with a
steaming cup at his elbow.

Matt gave a whimper at the sight, though he couldn’t have
said what he wanted to drink down more—the coffee or the man. Deciding
discretion was the better part of valor, he headed for the pot, all but sighing
at the rich aroma.

“Oh my God,” he murmured into his cup, “I don’t know what you
did to convince Ole Ironjaw out there to make this, but I’m willing to bet it
involved multiple orgasms, and was probably illegal in at least thirty-two
states.”

Daniel laughed.

It was a loose, easy laugh, one Matthew hadn’t heard since
the auto show, and it froze him for a moment in pure delight before he joined
in.

Still grinning, Matt went to perch on the desk next to
Daniel’s chair. “So, what’s on Big Brother’s calendar for today? World
domination? Female domination? Should I call Shannon in?”

Daniel snorted and indicated a typed list of appointments.
“Meredith left this for you about half an hour ago.”

“Huh. I’m actually on time for once and she still beats me,”
Matthew said without heat, sipping his coffee. “Do you and I have anything
scheduled for today?” He didn’t quite meet Daniel’s eyes when he asked. He was
afraid to see the tension of the last few months creep back. And how freaking
weird was it to feel this kind of insecurity with a lover? It was a new
experience, and not one he was particularly enjoying.

“Nope.” Thankfully, Daniel’s voice remained easy. His face
remained relaxed. “In fact, I’m moving back to my office once you sign off on
the bid for the Traverse City property.”

Matthew didn’t know whether to feel relief that Daniel
hadn’t shut down on him, or regret that their days of working closely were at
an end, and he didn’t know if or when he’d get to spend this much uninterrupted
time with Daniel again.

Tentatively, without looking up from the contract he was
about to sign, he ventured, “Shannon’s coming in for lunch again.” Daniel
nodded. “I can’t seem to get enough of being with her.”

“I can see why,” Daniel commented. “She’s amazing.”

Matthew’s smile bloomed. “I don’t think I’ve ever met
someone as joyful as she is. She’s bomb-proof. I didn’t know anyone like her
existed.”

“I did.” Daniel’s voice was too casual, and Matt finally
hazarded a look at his face. “She’s a lot like you.”

“You think?” Matthew couldn’t erase his pleasure at the
compliment, or his smile. “Nah. I just pretend to be bomb-proof. Shannon’s the
real thing. Anyway,” he said, deciding to take a risk, “you should join us.”
Daniel’s eyebrows rose, but Matt saw a glimmer of pleasure in their indigo
depths. “She’s bringing a picnic and, well, we’d like to spend some time with
you. Everything last night was…beyond amazing…but dinner was really…nice.”

Matthew waited, doing his best to appear cool and collected
while Daniel considered the invitation.

“You really
do
know what you’re getting into.” This
time it wasn’t a question, but a quiet observation.

Matthew nodded. “We really do. Both of us.”

“Okay, lunch then.”

Daniel brushed a hand down the length of Matthew’s bound
hair as he rose to head for the door. Just as he turned the knob, Matthew
stopped him.

“Dan?” The other man half-turned in question. “I’ve missed
you.” Daniel gave his flashing, devastating smile, and then he was gone.

* * * * *

By the end of the week they had a firmly established
pattern. With the sexual tension finally eased, Matthew and Daniel slid back
into an easy friendship that naturally expanded to include Shannon.

Every morning the men met over coffee and discussed the
day’s business. Matt felt more closely involved in the company than ever
before. Where he’d once been a pretty face to show the media, now he was
beginning to learn the inner workings of his family business for the first
time.

Matthew had always deferred to Marcus and Meredith. The
Worthington Group was their baby, and he’d never felt he had much to offer.
With Marcus missing in action, Matthew had suddenly been called to use his
brains and business savvy. To his great amazement, he seemed to be good at it.

He couldn’t have chosen a better mentor than Daniel. While
Daniel’s area of expertise was real estate, his long friendship and working relationship
with Marcus had made him privy to many of the company’s inner workings. Daniel
now spent his mornings sharing coffee with Matt and acting as a sounding board
for the younger man, offering opinions and asking questions that pushed Matthew
to look critically at all his tasks.

* * * * *

Each afternoon Shannon invaded their business fortress,
always carrying a basket full of food, which she was happy to share with any of
the staff who wandered by Marcus’ office during lunch.

She didn’t think she’d ever been happier in her life. Being
a go-between for two strong men was nothing new for her. She’d grown up the
only female in her home, and had spent most of her life as a buffer between her
controlling father and free-wheeling older brother. Perhaps that was why she
valued Daniel and Matthew so much. Daniel was every bit as commanding as her
father, yet he was confident enough to listen to the opinions of others and not
become threatened when someone disagreed with him.

Shannon remembered one memorable fight the year she turned
sixteen when her father had vetoed her brother Kevin’s choice of car. When
Kevin had gone ahead and bought the vintage Camaro, arguing it was his money
and he should be able to choose what he wanted, their father had taken a baseball
bat to the car. She was fairly certain, if she hadn’t been home, he might have
taken the bat to Kevin too.

Shannon imagined Daniel’s reaction to that sort of
situation. He would state his opinion, explain his reasons and then let Kevin
make his own decision. He’d let Kevin face the consequences of his choice if,
for instance, the car broke down regularly, and then he’d help him to salvage
the situation. Just imagining the scenario gave her a warm, gooey feeling
somewhere in the vicinity of her heart. She knew she could trust Daniel. With
her body, with her friendship, and with Matthew.

If Daniel reminded her of her father, then Matthew was the
more mature, less reckless version of Kevin. Like Kevin, Matthew was fearless
in his pursuit of fun and pleasure. Unlike Kevin, Matthew knew when it was time
to settle down and get to work. Kevin would never have dropped everything to
step in for a sibling gone MIA with no notice. Heck, Kevin wouldn’t have spent
a fraction of the time worrying for her that Matt had spent brooding over his
brother Marcus’ wellbeing. If she’d been horrified and frightened by her
father’s reaction to Kevin’s choice of car, she’d been equally disgusted by the
way Kevin had sneaked around behind his back to buy it and then had flaunted it
in his face.

Matthew, she knew, would listen to the arguments and then
make his own decision. He wouldn’t be disrespectful or deceitful about it, but
he’d do what he wanted. And she just knew that if it turned out to be a poor
choice, Matthew would live with the consequences without whining. His zest for
life would drive Matthew to find the silver lining in the situation rather than
making himself and everyone around him miserable.

Together, the two men fulfilled her every need. When she was
with them she could indulge in her need to take risks, but still feel totally
safe. She could be silly, but still stay grounded. Together, the two men were a
cohesive whole. She wondered if they even realized it.

When Friday arrived with no sign of Marcus, Shannon could see
the strain and worry in both her men, and decided to do something about it. She
took special care with lunch, choosing exotic fruits and cheeses cut down to
bite-size chunks, fresh French bread and a bottle of sparkling cider. The sex
they shared nightly in Daniel’s playroom was amazing. Beyond anything she ever
could have dreamed up. Now, Shannon wanted to create a sensual experience for
them. One with no ultimate goal other than for them to experience the pleasure
of each flavor exploding on their tongues. Each texture.

No, she wasn’t after more office sex. As exciting as that
had been, Shannon wanted this relationship to be about more. She wanted—no, she
needed—to take care of them. She needed to know she could ease their minds.

So when lunchtime arrived on Friday, Shannon cheerfully left
brown bags stuffed with gourmet cheeses, olives and breads at the desks of
Trevor, Kelli and Mrs. Alebach, who stood guard outside Marcus’ office like a
dragon, and swung into the office.

Matthew was standing at the window, staring out over the
view of the Ambassador Bridge as he spoke intently into the mobile phone
connected to the Bluetooth hooked over his ear. Setting the basket of food on
the desk, Shannon walked up to Matt, curving her body into his back while slipping
her arms around his waist. Resting her cheek against his upper arm, she gazed
out the window with him.

Matt knew the instant Shannon stepped into the outer office.
Hell, he knew the instant she stepped into the building. He could feel her like
a warm ray of golden sunshine. Like a balm on wounds he’d never known he
carried. Keeping his attention on the droning supplier who currently held him
hostage on the phone was difficult when she stepped into the room, and damn
near impossible when she slid her arms around him.

Her face, as she gazed out the window, was pensive—unusual
for his sunny little love. Wrapping his arms over hers, he smiled at her
reflection in the tinted glass before lifting one of her hands to press a warm,
gentle kiss in her palm. Her return smile was blinding.

Damn, their woman glowed.

Making appropriate sounds of commiseration and agreement to
the relentless man on the other end of the phone, Matthew wondered when,
exactly, he’d started thinking of Shannon as
theirs
. He thought he might
have staked
his
claim the first time they’d made love, when she’d
seduced him so tenderly. He knew that was the moment he came to belong to her.

He wondered if Daniel felt it too. This pride of ownership.
This thrill of belonging. He somehow couldn’t imagine Daniel willingly
surrendering his soul to another the way Matt himself had given over to him and
to Shannon. And when, exactly, had Daniel gone from being a pleasurable
experiment to being nearly as necessary to him as oxygen?

Finally managing to end the endless phone call, Matt turned
to Shannon, gathering her into his arms to hold and be held with a warmth and
tenderness he’d never found anywhere else. In her arms he felt his insecurity
over doing Marcus’ job melt away, much as it did when he spoke with Daniel
about the business. In her arms, he found his worry for Marcus and for
Meredith, who seemed even more like the walking wounded than usual, muted,
comforted.

They were still wrapped around each other when Daniel
entered the office. Shannon reached out an arm to him and, after a brief
hesitation, Daniel allowed her to draw him into their hug. Eventually, he even
brushed a soft kiss over the top of Shannon’s head and ran a gentle hand down
Matthew’s bound hair.

“Have I told you,” she said in a voice that was almost a
whisper, as if she didn’t want to shatter the moment, “how happy the two of you
make me?” Giving each man a tight squeeze around the waist, one that matched
the squeeze she’d given around Matthew’s heart, she stepped back. To Matthew’s
surprise, Daniel let him hold him for a moment before slowly extricating
himself from the embrace.

Hands in his pockets, Matt stood with his back to the
window, watching Shannon as she spread a butter-soft blanket over the floor and
gathered cushions from the couch to create a nest for three. And watching
Daniel as he stepped forward to lift the heavy basket to the ground near the
blanket, extract champagne flutes and pour the bubbly beverage for each of
them.

He didn’t realize how long he’d been standing, staring,
until Shannon approached him to take his hand.

“Babe.” Her musical voice was soft. “Are you okay?”

He felt his smile bloom. “When I’m with you.” He flicked
Daniel a look. The older man was silently observing their interaction with an
odd look on his face. “When I’m with both of you,” he corrected, “I’m better
than okay.”

Willingly he allowed her to lead him to the picnic area
she’d made on the floor. With an impatient little tug, she drew Daniel down
beside them, and then sat facing the two men.

Daniel watched Shannon put together their intimate little
lunch with an odd, tight feeling in his chest. Her tender treatment of Matthew,
and to some extent of himself, touched him more deeply than he ever could have
imagined. He knew both he and Matt had become increasingly distracted by their
worry for Marcus, who still wasn’t answering his phone and who hadn’t been home
in almost a week. It amazed him, the way Shannon seemed to sense their worry.