by Sierra
That night he stood staring out the door long after the red tail lights of Matthew’s little Mercedes had faded into the night. What the fuck was he doing? He didn’t do monogamy. Bi-ogamy. Whatever the hell it was he’d been doing with Matt and Shannon. He realized with surprised dismay it had been over a month since he’d been to any of his clubs, since he’d been with anyone but Matthew or Shannon. Since he’d wanted to be with anyone but Matthew or Shannon.
Daniel determinedly shook off his discomfort. It was, after all, a relatively new arrangement, and one unlike any he’d entered into before. It only made sense he’d be captivated with his two adventurous lovers. In time the infatuation would wane, and he’d go back to life as usual. Unfettered and totally free of obligation.
In the meantime, he’d plan an amazing night for Shannon. And as her Dom, he had no choice but to give her what she’d asked for. He’d have them spend the night, not because he wanted it, but because it was his duty to fulfill all their needs for as long as they belonged to him.
Chapter Thirteen
A few days later, Daniel opened his front door and heard Shannon’s slightly out-of-tune voice belting out an old eighties hair band song. A smile swept over his face as he stood in the foyer listening to her. How could a woman with such a beautiful speaking voice sound so…bad?
The smell of frying chicken wafted to him. Shannon enjoyed feeding him and Matt. She took better care of them than they did of themselves. His chest tightened at the knowledge that Shannon was the first person he’d ever allowed to take care of any of his needs, other than sexual ones. He’d never wanted to give the impression he wanted something more serious with another woman. Hell, he never had wanted anything more serious with another woman.
He shook his head, trying to banish the wayward thought that he let her take care of him. Daniel set down his briefcase and walked into the large kitchen. Bent over, she was shoving a pan into the oven. Her luscious ass rose high in the air, bobbing along in time to the tune she was butchering. Daniel went hard, clenching his fists to keep from ripping off her clothes and sliding into her welcoming heat.
She closed the door and turned to him, gifting him with her sunshine smile.
“I thought I heard the door open.” Strolling over, she grabbed his tie, pulling him down to kiss him on the lips before turning back to chop the vegetables on the side board. Daniel took a moment to wonder how such a brief, non-sexual kiss could make his whole body flush so damn hot.
“Where’s Matt?” he asked, his lips still tingling.
“He’s going to be a bit late. Marcus wanted to go over something or another with him.”
Somehow, the idea of being alone with Shannon in the house when he was feeling this uncharacteristic emotional rawness was unsettling.
“I’m going to take a shower.” Daniel turned abruptly to walk out. He stopped when he felt a hand touch him on the shoulder.
He turned his head. Shannon’s smile was still warm, but now held something else. Something he didn’t want to see or acknowledge. Or, God forbid, feel.
“Something’s wrong.”
Was something wrong? Daniel didn’t know the answer to that question. When he held Shannon and Matt in his arms, everything felt damn near perfect.
He sighed, kissing her forehead. “Everything’s great, angel.”
Shannon nodded and stepped back. Daniel couldn’t stand the look of doubt in her eyes. He reached out, grabbed her arm and hauled her into his chest. Bending over her, he plastered his mouth to hers in a kiss so carnal she yelped as he took her mouth. In one kiss he poured everything that was running through his mind, until they were both breathless.
When he stepped back he knew his smile was utterly sincere, and a mile wide. He guessed it was also more than a little predatory. Shannon’s lips were red and swollen, her eyes large and round from surprise.
He could tell she wanted to say something, those bee-stung lips were opening to speak, but he didn’t give her the chance. He left the room and headed for the shower.
Shannon stood, gazing out the doorway in a sort of dazed bemusement. She’d never felt that…emotion in Daniel’s kiss before. He was always intense. Always unnervingly intimate when they had sex. Even more so in the days since she’d asked him to let her and Matthew spend the night.
Heat and electricity still hummed through her body. With one kiss, he’d turned her on as much as some of the more exotic things he’d introduced her to—and she was pretty sure Matt too, although he’d never admit it, the big baby—in his playroom over the last weeks.
She wanted him desperately. Sometimes that surprised her. She’d had so few lovers. Such inept lovers. It had never occurred to her that she might want two men at once. Now, she couldn’t imagine any other arrangement that would satisfy her. But somehow, she knew it wouldn’t work with any other men. Daniel held them all steady. He kept them secure. Matthew brought the fun.
She wondered what Matt would say to the idea of her and Daniel being together without him, and realized that not only would he approve, he’d be thrilled. She knew Matt worried for Daniel—in spite of his laid-back demeanor, he was more tightly strung than anyone she’d ever met. If Matthew thought she could ease Daniel in some way, he’d be the first to urge her to go for it.
It was all she could do not to follow him into the shower. She needed to come, and it looked as though he needed to be held. She was ready to take care of both their little problems. Just as she was about to take yet another risk with her reluctant lover, the shower cut off. Shaking her head decisively, she turned back to the stove and flipped off the flame under the chicken. She planned on being distracted for a good long while, and she knew they’d need sustenance when they finished.
* * * * *
As showers went, it was the fastest he’d taken in many years. In and out in ten minutes. He didn’t bother with anything but a towel wrapped around his waist. He finger-combed his normally perfectly placed hair. He had to have Shannon now. His body craved her soft feminine core.
She was leaning back against the stove when he rejoined her in the kitchen. Heat flared in her eyes as they traced a drop of water trailing down his still-wet chest. Those beautiful eyes narrowed when they reached his obvious hard-on.
He didn’t say anything to her as he crossed the tiled floor and hit a button on his phone. The speed dial connected to the person he wanted.
“Hey, Dan, what’s up?” Matthew’s voice came through the speaker phone loud and clear.
Daniel crossed his arms. “Did you give Shannon the keys to my home, Matthew?” His voice was deliberately stern. Shannon looked uncomfortable, but not nearly uncomfortable enough as she widened her eyes and mouthed a quick “oops”. The pair obviously hadn’t discussed whether or not Daniel would approve. He did, of course, but he wasn’t going to tell them that. Not when Shannon’s wide eyes and uncertain expression were so damn delicious.
“Matthew.”
“Yeah…” His voice faded with the first hint of unease. “I didn’t think it was a big deal, man. We’ve both been there every night this week…”
“Enough.” Daniel cut Matthew off firmly. “Where are you now, Matt?” He approached Shannon as he spoke.
She faced him, her eyes burning, her bottom lip trembling. He traced the delicate curve of her cheek with his thumb, but he kept his face hard. He was the boss, and he had to make them remember it. Make himself remember it.
Matt cleared his throat. “I’m walking to the car. Dan, just how pissed are you?”
Daniel ignored his question. “Hurry up, tell me when you’re in.”
He hand went to Shannon’s waist, stroking up and down her ribs until her nipples poked through her white t-shirt.
“You two are bad, very bad, taking such liberties without asking permission first.”
Shannon’s eyes slid half-closed as he palmed the fullness of her breasts.
“I’m in the car. Listen, Dan, I’m sorry, dude.”
“Mat
thew.” Dan’s voice was soft and menacing. “Shut up.” Silence followed Daniel’s order.
“I’m going to fuck Shannon. And Matt? You are going to listen the entire time,” he said as he backed Shannon up against the counter. One hand jerked off his towel and his wet chest pressed against the thin cotton of her shirt.
“Would you like that, Matty?” His voice was a soft purr as he gazed at her breasts, now clearly visible through her t-shirt, which was transparent with the water he’d soaked into it. His hands went to the hem of her shirt and he quickly pulled it up over her head. He didn’t remove it from her shoulders, forcing her arms to go behind her back, exposing her entire front.
“Yes, Daniel. I want you to fuck her.” Matt’s voice was tense and Daniel knew he was as hard as a rock. “I want to hear you fuck her.”
Shannon’s bra hooked in the back, and Dan had no intention of freeing her arms. He reached behind her to open a drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors. Shannon gasped as Daniel snipped the satin straps and along the sides. Her breasts spilled free, bouncing softly for his ravenous eyes.
“Matty, her tits are magnificent.” He kissed Shannon’s nose and eased the shorts down her legs. “Angel, I want you to tell Matt everything that I’m doing to you. Every single detail, angel.”
Shannon nodded. He could feel those wide, glowing eyes on his, but didn’t dare meet them. Daniel bent forward and bit her bottom lip. “Matthew, pull out your cock, but do not come until I say you can. Got it?”
“Yeah, Daniel, I got it.” There was a bit of a pout to Matt’s voice as Daniel and Shannon heard a zipper being pulled down.
Daniel helped Shannon sit on the marble counter top. Leaning forward, he licked the valley between her breasts.
“Okay, angel, start talking.” He captured her nipple between firm lips. She thrust her breasts out to give him better access. When she remained silent, gasping for breath, he started to release her. But Shannon spoke.
“He’s sucking my nipple, kissing it and licking it… Damn, Daniel.” Her voice went breathy, and moans flowed from her mouth as Daniel brought his other hand to her neglected nipple. Rolling it between his first finger and thumb, he dragged a cry from Shannon.
“His hand is playing with my other breast. Oh Matt, it feels so good.” Daniel changed places with his mouth and hand, and Shannon described his movements in between whimpers of pleasure.
Straightening, Daniel slid his finger into her slit. It was slick, and he plunged his finger deep into her pussy.
“He’s got his finger inside me. Fuck, Daniel, put it deeper.” The muscles of her vagina contracted tight, trying to drag his finger deeper. He pulled out and brought his finger to his mouth. “He’s tasting me, Matt. Like I’m his favorite lollipop.” Her fingers went white where she clutched the counter. “Do I really taste that good?”
Matthew’s answer was a low, “Fuck yeah.”
Daniel’s was a bit more concrete. Lifting his finger to her mouth, he slid it between her lips. Shannon ran her tongue over his finger, tasting her own juice. When she described it, Matt’s loud moan spurred Daniel on.
“Fuck, Matt, she tastes so sweet. But you know that, don’t you? Her pussy is begging for my cock. What do you think, should I put her out of her misery?”
“Take her.” Matt’s voice was filled with misery and desire, and the tell-tale sound of flesh on flesh filtered over the line as he quite obviously masturbated in time to Shannon’s words.
Daniel opened the same drawer where he’d removed the scissors and pulled out a condom. Shannon’s eyebrow shot up in surprise.
For the first time that night Daniel chuckled. “I would have made a great Boy Scout. I’m always prepared.”
He slid on the condom, and Shannon described every inch. Pulling Shannon’s ass to the edge of the counter, he opened her legs wide.
Placing the head of his cock at her entrance, he drove forward. Shannon’s head fell back against a cupboard as she gave a long cry.
Daniel wrapped his hands tightly around her thighs, hauling them up to his sides. His thrusts were slow and controlled, drawing each up-and-back motion out to the fullest.
She’d gone quiet, except for the breathless cries bursting out with each thrust. Daniel paused, balls deep in her clutching body, and she writhed in protest.
“Tell him, angel.”
It took her a minute to comply. A long, torturous minute with his cock buried as deep in her sucking pussy as it would go. Daniel thought he might lose his mind before she finally gathered enough ragged voice to speak.
“He’s inside me, Matt.” She broke off on a low moan as Daniel began a slow, stirring motion with his cock. “Matthew, he’s so big. So deep. God, I can feel him touching my heart.” Her words called an involuntary throb from his agonized cock, and Shannon jerked out a cry. “He’s getting bigger. So big.” Each word was punctuated with a gasp or grunt as Daniel’s slow thrusts pounded faster and harder. “God, Daniel, just fuck me…” Her voice trailed off, and he felt her thighs tense. She was ready to come. She needed it.
He could tell she couldn’t talk any more, and decided to have mercy on her. “Matty, she’s so tight. She’s taking my cock like it belongs there.”
“She’s beautiful, Daniel, and she’s ours,” Matt breathed into the phone. Daniel could tell he was close to the edge.
Daniel increased his movements, surging harder into Shannon. Their words had almost stripped away his control, but now he was taking it back. He pushed into her, clamping his mouth down on her neck and sucking hard as his hips increased their speed.
“Stroke, Matty. Stroke it hard for us,” Dan moaned. He put his finger against Shannon’s clit, rubbing the tight nub. Round and round his finger circled, moving in time to her wail of pleasure. He knew she was ready. Pumping her once, twice, a third time, he threw his head back. “Now, Matthew. Shannon. Fuck. Now.”
Head tipped back, graceful neck arched to show the mark of his possession, Shannon came hard, her muscles gripping Dan’s dick like a vice. He could hear Matthew, the low growling sound he made when he came, now so familiar. The sights, the sounds, the grip of Shannon’s burning cunt dragged the climax from him. Each jerk was punctuated with a low grunt. It felt as if he pumped gallons of cum into the condom, and he had the wild, insane desire to shoot into her willing body. Fuck, to feel her bare, skin on skin.
Daniel’s legs were shaking; it was all he could do not to slide down into a heap on the floor. Shannon spread limp before him, completely still save for her heaving breasts. Matthew’s breath over the phone sounded as if he’d just run a marathon.
Daniel kissed Shannon’s nose. Stepping back, he helped her off of the counter.
“We’ll see you when you get here, Matty.” He hung up the phone. Shannon hadn’t moved from the spot where Daniel had left her. He went to her and put his arms around her, holding her for an all-too-brief moment. He knew she needed more, but he wasn’t able to give it to her right now. His feelings were too close to the surface, his longing to carry Shannon off to his bed and cherish her was drowned by his need to bury his emotions and deny the insidious tenderness which seemed to be taking him over.
Pulling himself together, he smiled down at her. She was all rosy and misty-eyed, and he felt a stirring in his cock. “Go take a shower, angel. My robe is on the back of the door.”
Chapter Fourteen
Dinner was a lesson in simmering anticipation. Conversation was scarce. Instead of the usual jokes and stories, heated glances flew across the table as the sexual tension between the three rose to excruciating heights.
Daniel knew why. He was hungry tonight, ready to regain control. This afternoon he’d almost given in to Shannon. With her sweet scent all over him, Matthew encouraging them to fuck each other from the other end of the phone, he’d felt himself drowning in them.
Shannon had still been in the shower when Matthew walked through the door. He wrapped his arms around Daniel’s torso, stroking his hand up and
down the length of his back. Daniel surrendered briefly to the caress and leaned back to lick Matt’s neck.
When Shannon wandered into the room, the moment was over. She’d ignored Daniel’s robe, and instead wore one of his dress shirts. She’d left all but two buttons unfastened, and neither man could keep his eyes off the flashes of soft golden flesh that showed with her every move. Watching her stretch across the table, laying out napkins and cutlery, Daniel felt a pressure in his chest. She looked so sweet, so fresh and so damn sexy in his shirt. The scene resembled what life with a real family would be like. The three of them together every night. The long looks and easy laughter. Watching Shannon move, Daniel wanted to brand her, to keep her forever, and that thought brought on the realization that he needed to get back in control. Now.
All through dinner the three exchanged half-lidded, smoky glances. With every sideways look, Daniel felt his cock hardening to rock-like status. It had been years since he’d felt like he did tonight, this wild. This out of control. He clenched his jaw and made his decision. Tonight would determine how the three of them would proceed.
While in the playroom, Daniel took charge, with Matthew and Shannon his eager pupils. What Matt and Shannon had never seen was the darker side of Daniel’s hunger. He rarely indulged it because the line between fucking paradise and losing all control was such a thin one, and he’d cut off his arm before he’d actually hurt a partner.
Daniel felt his stomach tighten. Could Matt and Shannon handle the kind of desire he was feeling tonight?
He sat back, his knuckles white, he was holding the chair so tightly. He felt a little flutter of unease. When he felt like this, his usual plan would be to go to the club and find a willing partner, one who knew the score, and could handle everything he had to give.
He turned to Matt, addressing him only.
“Matt, I feel rough tonight.”
Instant desire filled those hazel eyes as Daniel continued. “I know you know what that means. What I require of you tonight.”