DanielsSurrender

by Sierra

  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.