Two by Day, Three by Night

by Breanna Hayse

  “I suppose it is part of what I consider to be wickedly entertaining. I’ll do anything to bait her for a reaction, and she does make it very easy. He, however, has no sense of humor when it comes to play and provocation. Everything is business, structure, and reason. He has no spontaneity or the ability to give in to pleasure.”

  “This is too much. You two are making my head spin.”

  “Sleep, little Courtney. You are safe in our arms.”

  Slowly, and with some hesitation, Courtney sank down into the huge, soft bed. She recalled Sebastian’s advice to give herself permission to enjoy the gifts around her. Marcas… two of him… was a gift she found difficult to refuse despite the turmoil it raised in her mind. As she felt a warm embrace encircling her, Marcas’ scent permeated her senses and she felt the need to inhale deeply to draw it in the center of her body. Strong arms captured her from both sides, the long, hard frames acting like a fortress, guarding her with sensuous protection. Hot, delicious breath whispered Romanian words in her ears, while the other simply rested his head near her shoulder, gently fondling her stomach under the shirt. A hand slowly crept to her breast and she said nothing as fingers teased her nipples.

  “Does this offend you?” Marcas whispered in her ear. Courtney shook her head and gasped as the other’s mouth surrounded her pebbled nub over the cotton. “Will you tell us to stop?”

  “I…no. I don’t want to…” she admitted as her back arched to the pronounced attention being paid to her breasts. She purred as hands slid to lift the shirt from her body. “Why am I letting you do this? It makes no sense.”

  “Because it is your deepest desire, your need,” he answered, covering her mouth with his as the other grazed his teeth across her hips and moved down towards her quaking womanhood. Courtney felt her wrists being raised above her head as he played homage to her neck and breasts. She felt her knees being spread wide as the other nestled between her thighs and nipped her with gentle love bites. She had never felt so vulnerable, or so desirable, as she did the moment the two began to work over her body with honed precision, acutely aware of what the other was doing and coming together to bring her gratification to the greatest heights possible.

  She had never been with a man who thought first of her pleasure and it astounded her. Two identical mouths and four sets of hands covered every portion of her body, gripping and stroking her, alighting each nerve to tingling expectation. She was unable to open her eyes, too afraid the glorious dream would end. She felt him move away from her core, yet he continued to touch her. The tip of his bulbous cock, glistening with excitement, pressed against her wanting slit as the other sucked and caressed her body, keeping every erogenous zone on fire and yearning for release.

  “Please… now… hard,” Courtney pleaded, blocked by the other massive body and unable to reach down to grab his throbbing shaft to guide him into her. Lustily, Marcas slid the tip of his rigid pole just past her entrance, teasing her with his presence. She bucked, trying desperately to encourage him to impale her, to fill her with his unyielding strength. Still, he teased, only inserting the head and then removing it to fondle her clit once again.

  “You sadistic bastard! NOW!” she growled, her back pinned to the mattress as her mouth and neck was covered by more hot bites and caresses. With a menacing laugh, he obliged, lunging deep within her tightness and hearing her cry out in pleasure and pain. He paused as her body settled around him, fitting his shaft snugly. Courtney arched her back and he withdrew, slowly and deliberately, before plunging into her once again. He loved the sound of her gasp as he entered her, the surprise and the exhilaration evident in that tiny, sharp breath. He lunged deeply into her and slowly withdrew, making certain to leave her beseeching him to thrust harder each time he pulled away.

  She whimpered as he lifted her legs over his shoulders and again sunk deeply into her body. He smacked her rump sharply, delighting in the excited squeak that escaped her lips.

  “You like that, don’t you?” he asked, smacking her again as he speared her vigorously. “You like being spanked when I’m inside of you.”

  Courtney could only groan, the guttural sounds coming from her throat her only means of acknowledgement as he landed another hot, hard slap to her bottom before he plunged again.

  “I want you as well,” the other whispered in her ear. She nodded frantically and found the tip of a cock near her mouth. She sighed happily as she wrapped her lips around it, and fervently began to lick and drink in his delicious sweetness. She was again brought to a place of enlightenment when she realized how pleasurable this act was with him. Never before had anything tasted so wonderful!

  Filled with his rod in both her mouth and her hot, wet vent, Courtney groaned, dizzy with unsettling sensation that left her teetering on a tightrope of consciousness. She felt him building to come as he brought her to the edge. Absconding from her throat was a high pitched cry as her body was joined with both halves in exploding elation. They seemed to combine into one on that split second, and Courtney, overwhelmed by the extreme intensity of her pleasure, sunk limply into the mattress, panting for air. Satiated, she quickly slipped into a deep, exhausted sleep.

  “Shhh, let her rest. I think we took her breath from her.” Marcas grinned proudly, sinking next to her on the bed.

  “I have never felt such closeness to a woman before,” the other stated, his fingers entwining in Courtney’s long strands. “Her mouth… amazing. For more than just being insolent.”

  His counterpart chuckled. “Nor have I ever fit so well inside. It was as though her body was designed to take me into it,” he said while his hands slowly stroked her hip. “She will give us much pleasure, will she not?”

  “She will also give us much grief. She has a very strong side of defiance in her. It will require us to guide her frequently.” The more serious side of the man sighed.

  “She desires that. She kept eyeing the straps on the wall. Did you notice?”

  “I did. We should keep one close at hand for that moment it can be used,” came a chuckled response. “Are you aware that this is the first time we have spoken without a fight?”

  “It is because she is between us and we are spent,” the other shrugged.

  “Perhaps… or maybe we have found a common interest to discuss. And never tire of. Rest well.”

  “You, too,” the other half said, placing his cheek on Courtney’s shoulder and pressing a gentle kiss on her skin. He enjoyed the softness that she was bringing out in him, and the feel of laughter she brought to his lips. She sighed with contentment in her sleep and he kissed her again. She was a treasure, to be sure.

  Chapter Nine

  Courtney blinked at the ceiling that was washed in early morning sunlight. She turned her head to see Marcas to her left, his sinewy arm draped protectively over her naked breasts as he breathed slowly and deeply in exhausted slumber. How tiring was it for him to do the work, literally, of two people? she thought. Her languid body reminded her that the previous night’s adventure was no dream. This ‘curse’ was his reality, and now hers. Would she be able to come to terms with it? Would she have to choose which part of him she would love and desire the most?

  He pulled her tighter against his solid, hot chest and kissed her shoulder in his sleep. Here he was, whole and complete. And hers. She shivered, snuggling closer to him as she replayed the evening in her mind. It was beyond anything she had ever imagined and she knew there would be more to come.

  “Good morning, little Courtney,” Marcas murmured as his hand caroused over her stomach and rested on her right breast. “Did you sleep well?”

  “You wore me out. It was… amazing. You must be so tired. How do you…?”

  “We usually sleep in shifts to gain a full night of rest. Last night, we slept at the same time next to you. I feel quite restored and eager to start our day together. After I take care of business from the dinner table,” he sat up in bed, stretching his long arms over his head and pretending not to see her t
iny shudder in response to his remark. He slid off the bed and walked towards the bathroom and Courtney marveled at his perfectly contoured, muscular ass and long, dancer like legs. His waist was trim and broadened in a wide ‘V’ with strong, flat shoulders and well-developed biceps. She wondered what he did to maintain such a beautiful body.

  “Are you enjoying the view?” he asked mischievously, glancing over his shoulder. Courtney blushed and then shyly smiled with a nod.

  “Very much. Do you work out?”

  “I will show you later,” Marcas said, toothbrush in mouth. “I must do special exercises to keep me strong and flexible. And, of course, I must keep my spanking arm primed.”

  “Hah hah,” Courtney said, slipping out of the huge bed and pulling the sheet around her body. She felt wobbly, like her legs were made of rubber and she grabbed one of the posts to support herself. “Whoa… got the dizzies…”

  Marcas was at her side instantly, concern painted on his face. “You gave much of yourself to us last night. It might take some time to become used to being the bond.”

  “It could be my sugars,” she said, resisting the urge to sit down. “You need to explain that bond to me. What are you doing?” she asked as he tried to pull the sheet away from her body. “No way, buddy… I feel like a pretzel and need a hot shower.” She giggled as she slipped under his arm and locked herself in the bathroom.

  “Wouldn’t you like company?” Marcas asked, leaning against the frame and listening to the rustling behind the door.

  “Not this time. I’m a little sore, thank you!” Courtney snorted, turning the water on and stepping under the hot spray. She exhaled, her muscles relaxing under the massaging jets. Truthfully, the idea of him being with her was tempting, feeling his hands slide over her soapy skin and his monstrous cock sliding between her legs. She could sense him just outside the door, stalking like a lion after a juicy little bunny. And boy, that lion could certainly make her juicy.

  Realizing she couldn’t stay in the bathroom forever, Courtney stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a large, fluffy bath towel. She paused to finger comb her long curls, brush her teeth, and check her sugars. Hmmm, great sex must be pretty good for her health, they were within normal limits. She quickly injected herself and then opened the door to find that Marcas had not budged.

  “I need to get dressed. Come on, not right now…” Courtney pleaded as he grabbed her towel away from her body and wrapped his arms around her, sending shivers down her spine.

  “Oh no, not until we complete our business, my love.”

  “But I need to eat within 15 minutes of… oh. Gee, thanks.” Courtney groaned as he handed her a glass of hot milk with butter, honey, and cinnamon.

  “This will hold you over. And I promise, our session will not last any longer than ten minutes.”

  “Marcas, come on… I’m not in the mood.”

  “I did not ask if you were in the mood, little Courtney. Come now, across my lap and give me your bottom to spank. I promise to deliver quick and lasting justice to it if you cooperate.”

  Courtney groaned, seeing he was not about to let up, plus he had an expression of seriousness about his beautiful silver eyes. He wasn’t kidding, she realized. With a sigh, she dragged herself over to him and slowly placed her naked stomach over his equally naked lap. Her mouth twitched as his cock immediately started to grow. At least she wouldn’t be the only uncomfortable one in this position.

  “Now, why are we here?” he asked, his hand rested on the silky pale globes that were touched by a tiny ray of sunlight.

  “Because you are an arrogant, ill-mannered bully who doesn’t like being told that you don’t run this planet?” Courtney asked, suddenly regretting her choice of words as his hand landed solidly upon its vulnerable target.

  “Would you care to try again?” he asked, satisfied with the resounding ‘ow’ that ricocheted off the walls of his chambers.

  “You didn’t like me correcting you in front of your staff.” Courtney sniffed, trying to wiggle out from under his hand.

  “It was disrespectful of me, my household, and my position. You could have taken me aside and said something rather than make a fool out of me,” he scolded, a second slap followed by a third and fourth brought about a screech from Courtney’s lips.

  “I’m sorry! I didn’t intend to make you look like a fool! OWIE!”

  “Are you telling me that you had no idea that reprimanding me like a child in front of others would have that result?” He waited for her answer and, when not hearing one, spanked her four more times. Courtney squealed and writhed, unable to escape his hold upon her naked body. Already her flesh started to pinken nicely and he could see the outlines of his long fingers along the outside of her cheeks.

  “I won’t do it again, Marcas. I promise,” Courtney whimpered, the burn starting to make things very uncomfortable.

  “I assure you, my lamb, you will not,” Marcas advised, lifting his long, broad hand over his shoulder and splatting the flat of his palm heavily against her right sit spot. Courtney yowled, arching her back.

  “Oh my God! That hurt! Please, no more!” she begged, yelping as an equally effective smack impacted on her left cheek. She scissored her feet, trying to push herself off his lap as his punishing hand fell in rapid succession, alternating left to right, crown to sit spot with occasional attention to her silky thighs.

  Marcas was deaf to her pleas, focused on the lovely crimson that glowed below his palm. She still had not submitted to him, though. Her struggles showed that she lacked repentance and had not acknowledged the need to show respect for him before others. He decided to lecture her, punctuating each word with a well-placed slap to her quailing derriere.

  “You will conduct yourself with decorum as mistress of this manor,” he dictated, repressing a smile as Courtney hissed with pain as each word was branded with the crack of his hand. “You will treat me with respect and regard in the presence of others and will never question my direction or authority.”

  “Like hell I won’t! OW!! You are not the all-knowing, Marcas Kalnovky! And I am not the mistress of your manor! OOOWWW! Stop it,” Courtney yelled, no longer able to fight back the tears.

  “It’s nice to know you are listening.” Marcas paused momentarily, his hand resting on her red-hot rump with his fingers dangling precariously close to her luscious swollen lips that invited penetration. “You may discuss anything you wish behind closed doors, but in the presence of others, I am omnipotent, I AM the All-Knowing.”

  “Fuck thaaaaaaaaat! OOOWWWWW!! I’m sorry! I’m SORRRY! Ok, ok… you are the all-knowing! Enough! I’m so soorrrrrry!” Courtney cried, finally becoming limp as she ceased her struggle against his strength.

  Marcas patted her scarlet, steaming flesh with tenderness. “See, little Courtney? You had only to stop fighting me and you would have been released. We must work on your language, though. Come into my arms,” he cooed, sitting her up and pulling her against his marbled sculpted chest that was covered with a fine mat of soft fur. “The time for fighting is over, my darling. I am here to care for you forever but I must also teach you our ways.”

  “Where is your nice side? I want to talk to him, not this mean, sadistic bear.” Courtney pouted, allowing him to draw her closer against him.

  “You are talking to the nicer side. My other half would have had you bent over the bed, taking you long and hard for his own pleasure. Why do you shudder? Does that appeal to you?” he teased, his rigid cock pressed into the soft, hot tissue of her left buttock. She didn’t answer, leaning against him as she composed herself. She didn’t have to respond to the question, though, her wetness gave away her desires.

  Marcas waited a few moments and kissed her forehead. With her still perched on his lap, he reached behind him and dragged a large box across the bed. “This is for you. Get dressed and we will go eat.”

  “What is it? And where are my clothes?” Courtney sniffed, slowly standing from his lap and finding she
missed the closeness. Despite the hot, stinging twinges, she was aroused beyond comfort. How she wished the ‘mean’ side of Marcas had stepped in and bent her over to take her from behind like two animals rutting in the wild.

  “Solphia thought you would like these. She had her own idea as to how we are to spend our day together.”

  “Sitting on a pillow and sulking?” Courtney asked, suddenly feeling very aware of her nakedness as she stood before him. She didn’t know which embarrassed her more… his blatant, hungry appraisal of her breasts, slender waist, and the bare triangle between her thighs, or her bright red bottom marked with his fingerprints.

  His laugh was sudden and unexpected, filling the room with a joyous sound. He said nothing as he removed a buttery soft blouse from the box, complete with airy, billowing sleeves and hand-embroidered along the square collar and down the front. She held her arms up and he readily slipped it over her head, sans bra. Her questioning look made him smile.

  “I will not be hindered today should I decide to ravage you, little Courtney. Oh, that was the ‘mean’ side, by the way.”

  Courtney blushed as he slipped a loose fitting skirt over her hips and then wrapped a wide sash about her waist. Silently, he plaited her hair and secured it with ribbons, then turned her to face him.

  “You are truly a Romanian princess. And I,” he said as he draped a plain white tunic with long sleeves over his head before donning a pair of snug fitting dark brown trousers and a wide leather belt, “am your prince. Under the bed there are boots.”

  Courtney paused to gawk at the tall, striking man before her. He was that fairytale prince from a faraway land who had come to sweep her off her feet and carry her away on his noble steed to live happily ever after. His very presence commanded strength and obedience, yet he exuded safety and protection. And simply oozed sex. Hmm, maybe this skirt and blouse would be beneficial today… she thought. I need to thank Solphia for her foresight!