DanielsSurrender (9 page)

He was so sensitized now she knew he needed more than a
light touch. With her tongue she raked over the rigid flesh, reveling in his
growl, before taking one tiny tip between her teeth and gently worrying it. He
jerked against her, burying his hands in her hair and pulling her closer.

“Uh, uh, uh…” she chided.

Shannon carefully distanced herself. She found it
amusing—and arousing—that Matthew had so much less endurance than she did. He
was all but crying to come, and she hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet.

Shaking out the hot cloth, she languorously began wiping the
cream from his body. She knew from her own experience how the hot towel would
combine with the icy mint to drive him out of his mind. He was moaning steadily
now, sexy little growls forced out with each breath, as she carefully removed
every bit of cream—and hair—from his lower body.

Shannon couldn’t restrain a moan of her own when she
surveyed his now naked groin. His penis seemed to rise majestically from the
smooth, pale skin at its base, and his balls were plump and pink. They
obviously needed to be licked, so she complied, and watched, fascinated, as
they drew up, becoming hard and tight under the lash of her tongue.

Once again he stopped her. “A minute,” he gasped. “Just give
me a minute. Fuck, Shannon.” His eyes were shut tight, his mouth a thin line.
He was utterly beautiful to her.

She rubbed her cheek over the newly smooth skin of his abdomen
and reassured him. “Almost done, babe.” Somehow it failed to relax him. Maybe,
she mused, that had to do with the way her tongue kept creeping out to play
with his navel.

Lightly now, since she didn’t want him to blow, she licked
at his cock, treating it like a giant candy stick. Following Daniel’s
directions to the letter, she took him in her mouth, banding one hand firmly
around the base of his cock to help him hold out.

She only subjected him to a moment of this torture. It was
obvious he couldn’t stand any more.

Reaching to the counter behind her, she revealed the cock
ring with a flourish. Matthew’s moan was every bit as dramatic as her gesture
had been.

“Hmmm. I’ve never put one of these on before.” She pretended
to examine the toy, and then Matthew’s erection. The ring was black and
stretchy, made of neoprene and studded with silver snaps to make it adjustable.
Carefully, fumbling a little, both accidentally and on purpose, she began to
experiment.

“Let’s see…” She wrapped it around the base of his shaft.
“Should I put it here?” She shot him a deceptively innocent look. He scowled
back at her.

“No? How about here?” She wrapped the band around his balls,
pausing to give them an affectionate squeeze. He scowled harder.

“I know!” She carefully wrapped the toy under his balls and
over the top of his shaft, enclosing his whole package in a snug harness.
“How’s that, Matty?” She fluttered her eyelashes—something she didn’t ever
recall doing before—and waited for his answer.

It was a while in coming, as he had to steady his ragged
breathing and force the involuntary thrusts of his hips to stop.

“It needs to be tighter.” He paused to suck in a much needed
breath. “It needs to be tighter if it’s going to stop me from coming.” That
seemed to exhaust his grasp of coherent speech, so she took pity on him and
didn’t ask for more detailed instructions.

“Is this better?” She pulled the snap two notches tighter
and rubbed her cheek against his belly—and his reaching erection—while enjoying
his incoherent gasping.

“Fuck, fuck, yeah, better, fuck.” His voice had lifted an
octave or so, so Shannon knew she’d finally found the right tension for him.

Pulling back, she showered light, gentle kisses over his
face, lips and chest. Finally pressing her lips warmly to the space just above
his heart, she whispered, “Time to get dressed, babe. Daniel’s waiting.”

Chapter Ten

Daniel opened the heavy door to his home. Matthew and
Shannon stood in the opening, looking every bit as delicious as dinner. Matt
met his eyes in quiet anticipation while Shannon smiled shyly as he stepped
back and allowed them in. Both were dressed as per his instructions. The idea
of the toys they wore made Daniel’s blood hot. He wanted to drag them straight
to his playroom.

Instead he tugged at Matthew’s ponytail and kissed Shannon
briefly on the cheek.

“Follow me.” He spoke in a normal voice, but it wasn’t easy.
They entered the dining room where he had dinner laid out for them.

Shannon’s startled look and Matt’s raised eyebrow made
Daniel chuckle. “I thought we could talk over dinner first.” He added wickedly,
“We’ll all need the fuel.”

Matt seated himself and Daniel guided Shannon to a place
across the table. He took his place at the head of the table. No one spoke for
a long moment, until out of the corner of his eye he saw Shannon begin to
giggle. She was trying desperately to hold it in, to no avail. Finally
admitting defeat, she covered her face with both hands and let out a loud belly
laugh. It was contagious and Matthew immediately joined in. To his surprise,
Daniel found himself grinning too.

When they finally quieted down, Daniel poured them all a
glass of wine. They each filled their plates with portions of tender steak,
buttery mashed potatoes and glazed carrots. Daniel loved that his favorite restaurant
delivered. He was hopeless in the kitchen.

“Did you get approval from Meredith to put a bid in on
Traverse City?” That question set the tone for the rest of the meal. Daniel
wanted to keep it light, wanted to know if the three of them could sit around
and enjoy good conversation. He was happy to discover they could.

Shannon quickly relaxed and regaled them with stories of
past students and what lacked in the public school system.

“And then,” she announced dramatically, “the little brat
shoved me up against the wall.” When her audience looked suitably horrified,
Shannon merely rolled her eyes. “I know I should have been scared, but I swear
even now the situation is just too ridiculous to take seriously. Here’s this
little teeny-bopper trying to act all tough in front of her friends, and the
entire class staring on in complete shock, and me not making a move to defend
myself because I don’t want to get sued.” She shook her head. “Who knows how
long we would have stood that way if another of my students hadn’t been passing
by and pulled her off me?” Shannon laughed, and it was genuine and inviting.
“And
that’s
why I switched to teaching elementary.”

Daniel and Matthew probed and discovered she had myriad
strong views on politics, religion and world events. She expressed those views
with a wit that kept all three laughing. Daniel admired her intelligence, her
ability to listen to an opposing view and debate it without getting angry.

Matt, on the other hand, kept trying to steer the
conversation away from subjects he found boring. Daniel envied his easygoing
nature. At twenty-eight, he was the typical frat boy, never quite grown up,
still out to party. He’d dived off cliffs, climbed mountains, surfed in
Australia. He enjoyed life to the fullest, with a gusto Daniel wished he
possessed.

And then, without warning, he would say something so
intuitive or so profound it left Daniel blinking and not sure if he’d imagined
the moment.

He saw nothing of his father, Old Stirling, in Matt. It was
as if Matt went out of his way to not be like his father. It was something the
two men had in common—less-than-stellar fathers who, through their action and
inaction, set the tone of their sons’ lives, ensuring both men would run from
their childhoods well after they became adults.

Shannon touched Daniel’s sleeve and he realized the smile
he’d worn only moments ago had vanished. Now his brow was furrowed and he was
looking out one of the three floor-to-ceiling windows set in his dining room.

“Are you okay?” Shannon asked softly, placing her hand on
Daniel’s cheek. She didn’t know what had changed, but she found she liked
Daniel all relaxed and amused. She liked that he didn’t condescend to her and
he seemed to consider her opinions even when he didn’t agree with them. His own
opinions were strong and well thought out, and expressed with a razor-sharp wit
that could be as cutting as it was funny. She enjoyed his conversation, and
found she wanted it back.

A long second passed before eyes the color of blue sky
flicked to her face. He placed his hand over hers.

“I’m perfect,” he said. Wiping his full lips with a napkin,
he pushed his plate away. The mood in the room changed, the temperature rising
several degrees. Daniel made no move to stand. Instead he pressed Shannon’s
hand a little harder.

“Angel, are you wearing your gift?” Shannon’s eyes widened
and she nodded.

“Good. Show me.”

Her heartbeat increased as she slowly rose from the chair.
Turning her back to Daniel, she reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it
slowly up to her waist.

“Spread your thighs for me, baby. Let me see.”

She moved her legs out as far as she could and placed her
hands flat on the seat cushion. The position bent her over, lifting her ass
high into the air.

Strong fingers slid between her thighs and cupped her pussy.

“Mmm… Bare. Perfect.” Daniel’s voice deepened as his fingers
slipped through her slick folds.

She’d been wet from the time she’d left the Worthington
Group offices that afternoon, and his fingers against her bare skin felt so
good. Now she wanted to cry out for him to fill her, but she didn’t. Instinct
told her Daniel needed certain things from sex. Most particularly, he needed
total control.

She loved the idea. Shannon had never considered herself
particularly obedient or submissive, but taking charge of a roomful of kids day
in and day out eventually became emotionally exhausting. The idea of just
being
was more enticing than she’d have ever dreamed.

She couldn’t contain a small moan as Daniel’s finger slid to
the top of her cleft, swirling around her swollen clit before traveling down to
her ass. The plug was small but incredibly snug, and she felt so full. When his
thumb tapped against the end of the plug, she braced for him to pull it out.
Instead he began to twist it in her ass.

Her legs trembled as he slid a single finger from his free
hand into her wet heat. He prodded, twisted and otherwise tortured her for what
seemed like forever. She was so close to the edge she wanted to scream her
frustration. She heard a series of deep, guttural groans and realized with some
surprise they were coming from her. When she tried to suppress them, Daniel
responded with a particularly diabolical twist of the plug.

“Never hide your pleasure from me. I want to hear every
little sound.”

He leaned in and licked down the space between her cheeks,
rimming her over the plug. Soft, butterfly strokes sent her arousal soaring.
She’d never been touched so intimately before. Abruptly Daniel’s tongue and
hands left her.

“Take your dress off, angel, and sit back in your chair,”
Daniel instructed before turning his attention to Matt, who was watching them
avidly.

“Pants down.” Matt had his pants unbuttoned and pushed to
his knees practically before the words were out of Daniel’s mouth. His cock
throbbed there, bound by the cock ring and so fucking hard it looked painful.

Daniel placed his hand under Matt’s balls, rubbing them
lightly, increasing the pressure of his fingers with each new groan escaped
from Matt’s mouth.

“You want to come, don’t you, Matty?”

Matt shook as Daniel’s question rolled over him like silk.

“Fuck yes.”

Daniel brought his hand to the head of Matthew’s cock,
running his thumb lightly against the damp plum head.

“Does Shannon know I’ve fucked you?”

He directed his words to Matthew, but his eyes were on Shannon.
She looked so sweet, flushed and innocent as she sat across from them, bare and
trembling. Her swollen lips parted and her tiny pink tongue darted out to
moisten her lower lip. Daniel imagined her tongue on his balls and felt them
draw tighter. Her eyes locked on his hand on Matthew’s cock and she slowly
nodded.

“I know Matthew wants you, Daniel.”

Daniel let go of Matt’s dick. He stood and gestured for them
to do the same. Matt shimmied out of his pants and rose, holding out a hand to
Shannon. Silently Daniel led them out of the dining room and down a flight of
stairs. This was it—for better or worse, he finally had them in his playroom.

Daniel opened the door and led Shannon and Matthew in before
closing it softly. Dim lights bathed the room in a soft glow. Taking Shannon’s
hand from Matthew, Daniel led her to a straight-backed leather chair. When he’d
seated her, he placed leather restraints around each of her wrists.

“Matthew, bind her legs.” He gave the order as he grabbed
each of Shannon’s knees and opened them wide. He knew the anticipation would
drive them all higher, hotter.

Matt went to his knees, shackling each ankle to the chair so
that Shannon was immobilized. Daniel ran his hand down the front of his pants.
She looked so fucking beautiful tied to his chair. He pulled his shirt off and
tossed it to the side, pausing to let Shannon and Matthew each look their fill.
Then he flicked open the top button on his leather pants. Going to his knees
next to Matt, he stroked his finger along Shannon’s inner thigh, letting his
touch crawl along her skin before dipping between her outer lips. Gathering her
arousal on his finger, he beckoned Matthew to come closer. He traced the
outline of Matt’s lips with Shannon’s cream. When he was done, he licked Matt’s
lips, sharing Shannon’s taste before pushing his tongue deeply into his mouth.

Shannon’s sweetness mingled with a spice he’d come to
associate with Matthew’s passion. When he’d kissed his lover breathless, Daniel
rose to his feet and pulled down his zipper. Freeing his rigid cock, he guided
Matthew with a hand on the back of his neck. Matt’s lips opened eagerly to take
Daniel’s cock into his mouth.

Most men gave oral sex very differently than women. Matt
certainly did. He took Daniel’s cock all the way in, and his cheeks hollowed
sharply as he sucked hard on the swelling flesh. He was rougher than a woman,
harder. There was no tenderness.

Shannon let out a whimper when Matt’s tongue licked
underneath Daniel’s tight sac, lips parted. Daniel glanced at her, and his
voice was a wicked rumble.

“Do you like watching Matt suck me off, angel?” He looked
back down to Matthew, running his hand over Matt’s head and tugging at his
ponytail. “Come on, Matty, show her how I like it.”

Matt’s eyes rolled over to meet hers for a second before his
mouth found new vigor and his lips went firm around Daniel’s dick. Daniel
pumped in and out of Matt’s mouth, over and over, Shannon watching all the
while.

She was wriggling in her seat, making soft, needy little
noises. Much more of that, much more of listening to her passion and feeling
Matt try to suck his soul out through his dick, and Daniel would be the one
losing control.

“Angel, you need to stay perfectly still if you want to
come.” Daniel stepped back from Matthew, his cockhead hitting his belly. He
knelt again next to Matt. Facing Shannon, Daniel pushed her knees as far apart
as possible.

Damn, he had to taste her again. He needed to slow things
down, to draw out the pleasure. He couldn’t ever let this happen again, so he
wanted to savor every sight, sound and taste.

He leaned forward, running his tongue along Shannon’s thigh,
scooping up the honey glazing her soft skin. He nodded to Matt and the younger
man joined him. Together they laved a trail of fire along her upper legs and
into the creases of her thighs. Two tongues lapped at her clit and she gasped
out a breathless moan, arching against her restraints.

Daniel loved the taste of her, loved the way she pushed into
their caresses. He loved feeling Matt lick her with him, and he ran his tongue
slickly over the younger man’s for the sheer pleasure of hearing his moan join
Shannon’s. He placed his first finger inside her perfect, hungry little pussy.
Matt mirrored him, movement by movement.

Daniel stood and directed Matt to scoot directly between
Shannon’s legs. Moving around them, Daniel knelt at her side. He wrapped a fist
in her hair and gently tugged her head back, leaning over to kiss her. He
brushed her lips, licking them, nibbling them, pulling them into his mouth and
sucking on them. She moaned into his kiss. His hands drifted down to her
nipples, and he began to pull them away from her body. She twisted in his
hands, and he rewarded her by rolling each nipple until it puckered. Eyes on
her swollen nipples, he reached into the front pocket of his pants.

Shannon’s eyes grew wide and Daniel knew she recognized what
he held in his hand. Bending to her breast, he took one aching nipple into his
mouth, sucking gently, then biting it a bit harder. She yelped, then gasped as
he clipped the clamp onto her protruding nipple. Pain flared in her eyes, and
for a moment he thought she was ready to wave the white flag. In seconds,
though, the pain glazed into confused pleasure, and he repeated the same ritual
on her other nipple. Standing up, he grabbed each full mound in his hands.

“Angel, you look so fucking beautiful.” The silver clamps
had short chains that dangled with small crystal pendants. Daniel knew the
decorations tugging relentlessly on her hyper-sensitive skin would work her
into a froth of excitement.

Shannon’s voice was desperate. “Please, Daniel, I need to
come.” Her words were punctuated with sobbing breaths and soft cries that
turned his cock to marble and tugged at another organ to the north of it.