DanielsSurrender (13 page)

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.”

Matthew nodded slowly. The smoky blue of his eyes put Daniel
in mind of the hazy smoke of a slow-burning fire.

“Take Shannon to the playroom. Explain to her what’s going
to happen. If either of you want to back out, leave the room before I get
there. If you decide to stay I want you naked and in position.”

He turned to Shannon, stroking her cheek with the back of
one finger.

“Angel, there is no tenderness in me tonight.” Her eyes were
wide and soft as they met his. She looked so fucking young. “While I would
never cause you hurt, I will push you more than ever before. You have to be
sure you want to see this side of me.” He brushed the pad of his thumb over her
lush lower lip. “Tonight will change things.”

He removed his hand and pushed back his chair. Leaving Matt
and Shannon sitting alone in the dining room, he took the stairs to his room
two at a time.

Matt licked his lips as a visible shiver passed though him.
Shannon gave him a questioning look and frowned.

“What’s this all about?”

Matt grabbed her hand and began playing with her fingers.
“Baby, he’s asking for our complete and total trust.” Shannon frowned in
confusion.

“Isn’t that what we’ve been giving him?” She shook her head.
“I mean, geez, I let him buckle me facedown on a table so the two of you can
take turns with me.” Rolling her eyes, she concluded, “If that’s not trust, I
don’t know what is!”

Stroking along each of her fingers, Matthew tried to
explain.

“I’ve told you about Marcus. About the whole BDSM thing.”
She nodded, listening intently.

“Daniel is a Dom, too, but he hasn’t really shown us what
he’s capable of. Where Big Brother likes absolute control and obedience all the
time, Daniel is usually just… I don’t know…masterful, I guess.” Shannon nodded
again. She’d certainly enjoyed Daniel’s masterful side quite thoroughly.
“Tonight something’s set him off. He’s more intense. Instead of just being
masterful, he wants to Master us tonight.”

“Okay.” Her voice was slow and tentative. “I don’t think I
can imagine anything more intense than the sex we’ve already shared.” She gave
him a small smile. “Nothing prepared me for making love with the two of you.”

“Babe, every single time we’ve made love it’s been fucking
fantastic. It’s been what Daniel normally craves in bed. But tonight’s
different. Haven’t you noticed how edgy he is?”

“Yeah. After our little venture into phone sex he got all quiet
and strange.”

“He can’t talk about what he’s feeling,” Matt commented. “He
won’t. But if you’re up for it, he will show us.”

“Maybe you’d better tell me what exactly this all means.”
Her eyes probed his. Matt’s arousal was obvious in the shallowness of his
breath and the color of his eyes. She didn’t know exactly what Daniel had in
store, but she knew Matthew wanted it.

“Tonight, Daniel wants to own us completely. He’ll blur the
lines of pain and pleasure until you don’t know if you’re begging him to stop,
or begging him to go on.” His eyes glowed, and Shannon felt a thrill of
slightly terrified desire pool low in her belly.

Matt stood and held out his hand to her. “It’s your call,
Shannon. Neither Daniel nor I want to push you into something you don’t want.
If you choose not to do this I’ll stand by you.” But she could tell he’d be
disappointed.

Shannon considered for a moment. Daniel had never, and she
believed he would never, hurt her. At least not physically. And she couldn’t
believe Matthew would want something she’d hate so much.

Finally, she let the tension drain from her body. Twining
her fingers through Matthew’s, she whispered, “I trust you both.”

Matt brushed her lips with his. His cock seemed to grow even
harder before her very eyes as he led her to the playroom and readied them
both.

* * * * *

Daniel felt his usual confidence waver as he made his way to
the playroom. He dug his hands deep into his pockets like a boy on his fist
date. He was nervous as hell. What if there was no one on the other side of the
door? Worse yet, what if there was only one of them there? He was certain Matt
wanted this. His chest had risen quickly as he realized what Daniel was telling
him. Matt was familiar with all kinds of sex play. He knew what to expect, and
it excited him. It was Shannon who Daniel was concerned about. She seemed so
soft and fragile. She was a light to his dark soul.

Love will make you weak, boy
… The voice pounded in
his brain.
Shut up, old man,
he snarled at his father’s memory.
Not
tonight
.

He scrubbed his father’s words from his mind as his hand
hesitated on the knob, and then he pushed the door open.

The breath rushed from his throat as he beheld Matt and
Shannon on their knees, naked, waiting for him. He bit the inside of his cheek,
using the tiny bit of pain to rein in his need to fuck them. Fast. Now.

He approached the couple kneeling on the floor. Reaching
out, he caressed the skin along their jaws. The sensation of each was so
different—one soft as a rose petal, golden even against his tanned flesh. The
other rough, scratchy with an evening beard.

His young lovers shared a strength of purpose. Daniel envied
them, their ability to surrender all to him. While he was and would forever be
the Dom, often in the darkest hours of night he fantasized a day would come
when he could hand over the reins to someone else. For just one night, to let
someone else ease his weary existence.

Drawing himself away from such foolish thoughts, he lightly
tapped each of them on the cheek. Walking around behind them, he bent over to
pull Matt’s hair free of its leather tie. His dark locks fell down his back and
over his shoulder in a silky, sensual waterfall. From his front pocket Daniel
withdrew two collars made from supple leather. He placed the first collar around
Matthew’s neck. It lay snug against the man’s throat without obstructing his
air.

Shannon’s hair was already loose, soft and flyaway after
air-drying from her shower. He lifted the back of her hair as he fastened the
second collar around her throat. Daniel ran his fingers through both silky
falls of hair before tightening his grip. They both gasped, but it was with
surprise, not pain. Daniel tipped both of their heads back and studied his
possessions. He licked Shannon across her full red lips, running his tongue
back and forth before nipping her bottom lip hard. She moaned lightly into his
mouth, drawing a thin smile to his lips. He repeated the same caress on
Matthew, biting him much harder, eliciting a deep groan from his male lover.

“Get up, Matthew. Move over to the wall.” Matt unfolded from
the floor immediately and went to the wall, automatically raising his hands
above his head. Daniel followed, snapping a pair of handcuffs around Matt’s
wrists. Daniel placed the metal chain between the cuffs onto a hook protruding
from the wall.

He stepped away and admired the sight Matthew made, nude and
golden, stretched along the wall like a piece of primitive art. His collar
marked the younger man.
Mine
echoed in his brain. Tonight Matt belonged
to him. They both did.

After looking his fill, he approached a high, leather-bound
bench that was decorated with a variety of straps and rings. Crooking his
finger, he beckoned Shannon to the odd-looking contraption. She climbed up, and
he helped to ease her onto her back.

“Slide down, angel. I want your hot ass at the edge.” She
licked her lips and Daniel’s cock strained against his zipper. The ache was
exquisite.

When he had her flat on her back, Daniel placed a wedge
pillow under her ass, then bent each of her legs at the knee and pushed them
toward her body. The position opened up her glorious cunt to his view.

He buckled each ankle to the bench, restraining her lower
body completely.

“Comfortable, angel?” He murmured the words as he circled
her, trailing a lone finger up her knee, along thigh and hip.

“Yes.” She hissed as his finger stroked her nipple.

He wrapped his hand around her slender wrist and he kept
moving, pulling it up over her head. She promptly raised the other arm to join
the first.

“Good girl,” Dan growled as he bound Shannon’s hands to the
clip at the top of the bench. Once he had her secured, he walked to his toy
chest. Opening it, he retrieved several items. Until now, Shannon had only been
exposed to a limited number of his toys. Tonight she would leave more
knowledgeable than she’d ever imagined.

Throwing the items on the bed, he chose three and returned
to Shannon’s side. She looked like a virgin sacrifice strapped to his bench,
stretched out and waiting for him to do as he pleased with her. He remembered
that day so long ago when Matthew had referred to her as their virgin
sacrifice. Maybe not virgin, he thought with dark amusement, but she was
definitely the sacrifice to his lust.

Showing her the small, black velvet box he carried, he
pulled out a pair of nipple clamps and watched her eyes darken.

A single emerald teardrop hung from each clip. They were
heavier than the plain clamps he normally used. He’d had them made especially
for her, imagining how the green would emphasize the caramel color of her
nipples and the gold of her flesh.

Bending over, he caught one already taut bud in his mouth.
He expertly suckled on it, elongating it and giving sharper nips than ever
before. She yelped, then moaned as her body became used to the rougher play of
his teeth.

When Daniel was satisfied her nipple was ready for the much
tighter bite of the clamp, he pinched it lightly between his fingers, pushing
the clip into place and letting go. Knowing the sensation was new and maybe
even a little frightening, he reached one hand to the warm, syrupy nest between
her thighs, finding her clit and rubbing it gently as her breast adjusted to
the clamp’s newer pressure.

“Oh fuck!” The words burst from Matt’s mouth as he watched
Daniel torture Shannon’s breasts.

Dan turned his hard face to him. “Did I tell you to speak?”

Matt’s gaze dropped. His chest heaved and his cock was so
hard, so swollen, it radiated heat across the room.

Daniel moved around the table and captured Shannon’s
neglected breast, repeated his biting caresses, preparing her nipple as he had
the first.

While he needed to push his subs, he still wanted them to be
as pleased as he was. Daniel would find no pleasure if his lovers didn’t. He
moved to the foot of the bench, surveying his handiwork.

His gazed drifted to Matt. A zing shot from the root of his
cock to the tip at the sight of Matt cuffed to the wall. The younger man’s dick
throbbed visibly, stiff, a dewy drop on the head. Moving his gaze back to
Shannon, he savored the sight of her nipples, red from the clamps, and the
sweat beginning to form on her brow.

In an instant, Daniel saw the truth as clearly as if it was
spray-painted across the wall in front of him. Matt and Shannon were his.
Mine!
The thought tore through his mind.
Mine,
he thought,
for as long as I
want them
. The emotional bricks weighing him down fell off his shoulders in
that instant. Oh, he knew they were going to return at some point, but not
tonight. This night he was free from the ghosts of his parents, free from his
own insecurities and unacknowledged pain.