Two Days, Three Nights

by Two Days, Three Nights (lit)

“And your safe word is?”

  “Orange.”

  “Good.” He opened a cuff and encircled one wrist. It fastened with a leather strap that slid through a metal loop. The inside was lined with padded silk and felt cool against her skin. She shivered as he attached the second one. “Cold?”

  “Just a little.”

  He gave her a mysterious smile. “Don’t worry, you’ll be warm soon.”

  Taking the chain that held the cuffs together, he led her out of the room and down the hall. The carpet was thick beneath her bare feet as he led her to a door at the far end. He retrieved a key from the pocket of his jeans.

  “Victoria, you must never reveal to anyone what you see in this room.” He brushed a finger over her lower lip and she shivered. “Everything within is designed to heighten pleasure, not to cause pain.” He smiled. “Well, not much anyway. Do you understand?”

  She nodded, her throat tight. Part of her wanted to run as far and as fast as she could while another part, the larger part, wanted desperately to see what awaited them.

  “That’s my girl.”

  He opened the door and entered, pulling her behind him. The scent of musk, incense and leather teased her nose. Hunt flicked on a wall switch and muted lighting flooded the room. She could barely contain the gasp that forced its way into her throat.

  The room was large with red walls and black carpeting. The windows were covered in thick, light-restricting drapes, giving the room a cocoon-like feel. Displayed along the walls were a variety of devices obviously meant for human restraint. A selection of whips, paddles, blindfolds and other devices she’d never seen before were suspended from a rack to the left. A padded massage table with leather restraints stood along the far wall. On the other side was something that looked like a padded sawhorse and next to it was a wrought iron cage large enough for an adult to stand inside.

  In the center of the room, a sling was hung from the ceiling, its leather seat thankfully unoccupied. There were several brocade couches scattered about the various apparatuses in the room. No doubt for observers to watch in comfort. She’d never seen anything like this in her life.

  Hunt shut the door and locked it. “Come, I have a new toy I wish to try out.”

  She was mute as he led her past a whipping post and an X frame. She’d never been bound to anything other than a bed and she was starting to feel a little nervous. He led her to a low, padded Y-shaped bench and he motioned for her to sit in the notch of the Y. She flinched as cool leather touched her sensitive backside.

  Hunt dropped to his knees and skimmed his hands down her leg. Reaching her ankle, he raised her foot, nuzzling the arch.

  “You’re so beautiful, Victoria.” He placed her leg on one of the branches of the Y and began buckling a leather restraint to her ankle. “More beautiful, more responsive than I’d even dreamed.”

  She shivered as he picked up her other leg and gave it the same treatment, binding her to the bench with her thighs splayed wide. Her cunt clenched as she felt the gentle brush of his fingertips over her mound. Her hips arched and he smiled in satisfaction.

  “So responsive to me.” He kissed the tender area just below her belly button, then urged her to lie back. Moving to her side, he reached underneath and pulled out two retractable pieces at shoulder height. He unhooked the spring clips on her wrists and attached them to the arm pieces. She was well and truly bound.

  “Comfortable?” he asked.

  She flexed her shoulders. “Yes, Master.”

  “Good, we shall begin.” Hunt moved to a small table nearby. “From the first time I saw you, I imagined you here in this room with me.” He selected an item from the table and returned to her side. “Lying here helpless, waiting for my pleasure and, in turn, your own.”

  He pulled a long black feather from behind his back. Running the feather up her arm, he swirled it over her breast until her nipple hardened. Then he drew it across every inch of her body, her skin tingling with every delicate swipe of the feather. Soon she was straining toward it.

  “I want to talk about your fantasies, Victoria.” He put the feather aside and picked up an artist’s paintbrush. She almost swooned as the soft hairs traced her areola, narrowly missing the aroused tip. “What are your fantasies?”

  “You fucking me,” she gasped as the wicked tip dipped into her belly button.

  He gave a pleased chuckle. “That will happen soon enough.” He traced a circular hypnotic path up and down the inside of her thighs until she strained against her restraints. Was he trying to drive her mad?

  “Tell me more of your fantasies.”

  Her mind whirling as sensations climbed, she was breathless as she spoke. “Two men at once.”

  “Ah, now we’re getting somewhere. Any preferences for the other man? Big? Little?”

  That devious little brush moved the damp strap of her thong aside and dipped into her wetness. “Huge cock, that’s all I care about.” She thrust against the brush, then groaned as it moved away, leaving her empty and aching.

  “I’ll have to see what I can do about that.” Hunt painted her nipples with her cream, taking his time to ensure the job was thorough and she was nearly sobbing as he judged them to be complete.

  “Do you know what my fantasy is?”

  She blinked as the brush quit teasing and she looked over to see him choose a bottle from the table. “No,” she swallowed hard. “What is it?”

  “I want to fuck your breasts.” He dribbled almond-scented oil into his hands and began massaging it into her breasts. “And I want you to watch me as I do it.”

  He slung his leg over her body and it was then she realized why the bench was so low. It was the perfect height for him to stand over her without straining his back or legs. He finished massaging the oil into her skin before he reached for the zipper on his pants. His oily hands wrapped around his cock as it sprang free. His eyes slid closed and his breathing deepened as he cupped his balls and moved his hands until his skin was slick with oil. He released his erection, guiding it to rest between her shiny breasts. Victoria licked her lips at the sight of his impressive erection so close and yet so far.

  Pushing her breasts together, he created a slick tunnel. Rocking back and forth, he slowly began fucking her breasts as his thumbs teased her nipples and his eyes slid shut. A dreamy smile curved his mouth, as his motions grew languid, slow at times, then almost stilling. He was moving just enough to keep the sensation going but not enough to end it.

  He was a beautiful man, she thought as she watched his face. Yes, he was physically beautiful, but she’d always known that. There was so much more to him, more than she’d ever dreamed. Her heart swelled as a warning buzzer sounded in her brain. Though she was treading in dangerous territory and her heart was at stake, she could have watched him for hours and hours.

  All too soon his hips moved faster, his expression growing tense as the slap of his balls against her stomach increased. With a cry, he came, his cum splashing her chin and throat in warm spurts. His hips jerked several more times until he stilled. His eyes were still closed and his face and throat gleamed with sweat. Swaying slightly, his breathing was harsh as his body shook with aftershocks. Then, after a few moments, he opened his eyes and looked down at her.

  “That was fantastic.”

  She forced a grin even as her vagina gave an unhappy twinge. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

  He tucked his cock into his pants before rubbing his cream into her breasts in slow, teasing strokes. “I’m glad you enjoyed it as well. However, I would imagine you’re in need of further assistance.”

  She squirmed as he climbed off her. “You could put it that way.”

  He shrugged. “All you have to do is ask.”

  “Please, Master, get me off.” It was all she could do to avoid begging. Her body ached with unfulfilled need and, while she needed a thick cock fucking her into oblivion, right now she’d take whatever he offered.

  “How can I refuse when you ask so ni
cely?”

  He moved between her thighs and, at the first brush of his tongue, she came with a wild screech. Her body, aroused for so long, was greedy and she took everything he gave. Again and again, he took her, his mouth against her flesh, his fingers buried deep within her. With each orgasm, her hips spanked the leather-padded bench with enthusiasm.

  After several orgasms, each more powerful than the last, she collapsed, her body replete. “No more,” she gasped. “No more, I can’t take it.”

  She heard him chuckle. “As you wish my pet.” Her body hummed with satisfaction and she couldn’t bring herself to move as Hunt released her from her bonds. He scooped her up from the bench and carried her to a brocade couch where they stretched across the soft fabric.

  With the scent of their lovemaking embedded in their skin, Victoria closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of his arms around her. She’d found the perfect Master.

  Now, if she could only bear to walk away in the morning.

  Chapter Six

  Hunt had never meant to fall in love with her. What had started out as a pleasant attraction had turned into more, so much more. Indulge in a delicious obsession, yes. Fall in love, no.

  Oh, the attraction had been there from day one. Victoria was a beautiful, intelligent woman and any man would be a fool, including himself, to not snatch her up. There was no question in his mind that he wanted her to stay. But the decision was hers. Would she want to continue their relationship after tonight?

  Hunt chose a white T-shirt and pulled it on, disturbed at the thought of her not being with him. Even in as short a period of time as what they’d had, he’d grown used to curling beside her. He enjoyed the way her perfume hung in the air after she’d left the room, the sound of her laughter and her beaming smile. Her sexy little blushes turned him on and the sounds she made when she came were enough to send him over the edge every time.

  He also knew her well enough to know that, in her eyes, the reality of their situation was difficult. They did have a working relationship and there was a great deal of money, mostly his, involved. But he didn’t care about that. As his lover, she’d be even more careful with his account than she was now. But, knowing her as he did, he also knew she’d see their relationship as a conflict of interest. But he’d talk to her about that later.

  He slipped a belt around his waist and secured it. Now he had a guest who was soon to arrive and one woman’s dream to make a reality.

  * * * * *

  A low fire crackled in the fireplace and Victoria was enjoying the warmth of the blaze along with a small glass of Grand Marnier. She’d chosen a pale pink shift to wear on their last evening together, knowing the soft color would enhance her pale coloring. Even though she’d only been wearing the scanty dresses a few days, already they seemed like a second skin to her. She didn’t think she could ever go back to her figure-concealing clothing once she left Hunt’s home in the morning.

  Her heart gave an odd little pang at the thought of leaving. Did she really want to leave? Hunt had shown her so much, but there was more to be learned and he was the right man to teach her. But what did he want? So far he’d made no mention of continuing their relationship. Maybe, in his mind, this had only been meant as a weekend fling.

  The doorbell sounded and she glanced outside to see a sleek black Lexus in the drive. Was Hunt expecting a visitor? He hadn’t mentioned anything to her. She just hoped they didn’t stay too long as this was her last night with him and she didn’t want to waste it. She rose from her seat by the fire as she heard voices in the entry.

  “Victoria, I’d like you to meet someone.” Hunt entered with another man right behind him. “This is my brother, David.” He came to her side and slid his arm around her waist, anchoring her against him. “David, this is Victoria.”

  Her jaw dropped. He was Hunt’s exact double.

  “You’re a twin,” she said.

  David laughed. “Surely my brother told you?”

  “No, he didn’t.” She looked from one to the other.

  “Surprise.” Hunt kissed her temple and she caught a whiff of his clean masculine scent. Her toes curled as he released her. “Come, brother, let’s break bread. It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other.”

  She fell into step just behind them as they walked to the dining room. Both men were mouth-wateringly gorgeous. Both were over six feet with the same dark brown hair and blue eyes. But their similarity ended there. David’s hair was longer and he had the broad build of a weightlifter, while Hunt had the wiry build of a runner. And from this angle, she definitely had the best side of both men right in front of her. Their butts were high and taut, simply perfect.

  The scent of roasted meat caused her stomach to growl loudly and she pressed her hand to her belly.

  “What have you been doing, brother? Keeping this woman so busy you don’t feed her?” David’s eyes held a mischievous light as he slid his arm around her, his big hand landing on her hip. “Come, little one, let David assist you. Hunt won’t tell you this, but I’m the good, kind brother.” He pulled out a chair and ushered her into it.

  “Is that so?” She grinned as he picked up the napkin and flicked it open, spreading it across her lap.

  “Ah yes. My brother there, he got all the business acumen, but I received all the charm.” David took the seat to her left while Hunt took the seat on her right. “Needless to say, he has all the money and I have all the fun.”

  Charmed, she laughed. “I’ll bet you do, David.”

  “Don’t let his good ol’ boy act fool you, darling. David is an acclaimed artist when he isn’t charming ladies out of their panties.” Hunt picked up a bottle of wine and filled their glasses.

  Victoria’s skin heated at the reminder of her panty-less state. It would seem that both brothers had inherited that particular talent. She accepted the glass Hunt offered, enjoying the zing that ran down her arm as their fingers brushed.

  As they ate dinner, conversation slowly turned to business and she was fascinated to hear that David knew almost as much about the shipping business as his brother. His comments revealed a sharp intelligence, which belied his earlier comment about his brother having all the brains. Both men were good looking, intelligent and excellent conversationalists. She took a sip of her wine. There were definitely much worse ways to spend the evening.

  After dinner David topped their wineglasses before they ventured back into the living room. Outside a soft rain was falling. With the fire burning, the wine in her system left Victoria feeling very comfortable. She curled on the couch next to Hunt, leaning into him as he laid his hand on her thigh. She set her glass down and leaned her head against his shoulder. He and David were talking about the latest football game, something she knew very little about.

  Hunt stroked her thigh through the soft material of her dress, the movement soothing and sensual. Their voices faded to a pleasant buzz as she concentrated on the man beside her, his touch, his scent.

  “I think we’re putting your woman to sleep.” Her eyes flew open to meet David’s amused gaze. He grinned at his brother. “We’re losing our touch. We used to get a woman into bed before we let her fall asleep.”

  Victoria grinned at his teasing. “Oh, you did, did you? Together? Now there’s a thought. And how many women did you naughty boys manage to get into bed?”

  “More than you’d think.” Hunt’s fingers slipped beneath her skirt, then slid upward, baring her thigh.

  A jolt of awareness ran through her and her cunt clenched at the thought of these two handsome creatures taking her. She didn’t miss David’s interested gaze on her bared leg as Hunt moved her skirt higher.

  She shifted her hips slightly, allowing him better access to her bare thigh. “And how did you get these women into your bed?”

  Hunt’s gaze clashed with hers and a rush of excitement pooled in her lower abdomen. “Charm, my dear.” He slid his hand to the inside of her thigh.

  She fought the urge to resist him and, for
a split second, she tensed her thighs, not allowing him any higher than her inner knee. His glance turned inquiring and, in the depths of his gaze, she saw reassurance and something she wasn’t sure she wanted to put a name to.

  He dipped his head toward her. “This is your fantasy,” he whispered.

  Yes, it was and she wanted it, badly.

  She relaxed her legs and his hand continued, teasing her to open for him. A wicked spiral of lust moved through her body as his hand brushed the top of her thigh. Her breasts tightened and her nipples ached and she wanted to rub herself against him like a cat. She glanced at David to find his heavy-lidded gaze glued to the path of his twin’s hand. She wanted to be sandwiched naked between these two brutes and allow them to have their wicked way with her. She wanted all of it, and she wanted it now.

  Her pulse took off as Hunt leaned close and kissed her. It was a soft kiss, measuring, tasting before changing, turning darker. His tongue slipped into her mouth, gliding over hers, teasing and tempting as their tongues began a sensual duel. She moaned when he pulled away from her.

  “Well, little brother,” Hunt said. “Maybe you’d like to sample some of this?”

  Through narrowed eyes, Victoria watched David rise, the front of his jeans tented nicely. If he were as big as his brother…oh my, was she in for an experience.

  Hunt pulled her into his lap as David approached. Her knees slid outside of Hunt’s and he opened his legs, forcing hers open as well. David’s dark gaze dropped to her exposed pubis and he licked his lips.

  “She’s hot for us, brother.” He pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the side. Her eyes widened as she saw pierced nipples. How exotic!

  “Yes, my Victoria is a firecracker.” Hunt kissed her shoulder as David sank to his knees between her splayed thighs. “Be careful you don’t get burned.”

  David’s big hands landed on her waist as his mouth descended over hers, taking her softly at first, then with increasing heat. Behind her, Hunt was unbuttoning her dress, kissing every inch of skin he exposed as he worked his way down. Her top gapped and she raised her hands to prevent the material from sliding.