Free Two by Day, Three by Night by Breanna Hayse

shocked me. I saw two of you for a moment,” Courtney said, rubbing the sides of her jaw as she sat up straight.
    “Two of me? What do you mean?” Marcas demanded, hands on his waist. “Are you trying to buy time?”
    “Seriously, buddy, you need to lighten up. What’s that?” Courtney’s eyes suddenly widened as he picked up a long, rectangular paddle from the table and slapped it against his palm.
    “It is a tool to train you. I promised I would not tolerate disrespect.”
    “I am not going to allow you to touch me with that thing. Your hand is bad enough…” Courtney announced, backing away from him, no longer laughing as she recognized the seriousness of his intent.
    “You enjoy my hand? That you will feel as well. Come to me.” He pointed to the floor in front of him.
    “Marcas, you are insane. No!”
    “I said to come to me,” his low voice reverberated through the room, making her tremble. Courtney also felt a rush of wetness seeping between her thighs. I can’t obey him! I have got to leave this place! Despite the words that raced through her mind, she slowly, and fearfully, approached him. His grim smile contrasted with the pleased expression in his silver gray eyes.
    “Very good. For your obedience, I will show you mercy. Place your hands upon that table and bend across it,” he ordered. Courtney shivered; the need to run and defy him conflicted with the overwhelming desire to obey. She could not understand this hold he had on her. It was like his voice opened up the door to her hidden desire to submit to someone stronger than she was. Someone who not only demanded but took control.
    “Marcas, you are frightening me.”
    He reached out to touch her face, his eyes again locking into hers. “You are not afraid of me, you are afraid of what is hidden inside of you. You want me to take your control. You need me to. You also know I will not cause you harm. Obey me, Courtney.”
    How did he possibly know this? Courtney gulped and turned from him, placing her palms upon the solid wooden table that had been oil polished to a shimmering gleam. She could see her reflection in the grained surface, and slowly lowered her body over the cool wood. She closed her eyes as her deepest, darkest fantasy unrolled before her.
    She felt the flat of the board line up on her bottom and held her breath, knowing he was aiming. In her mind’s eye, she could envision him pulling back his arm, his striking face grim as those silver-gray eyes focused on her round, protruded derriere. A rustle of fabric was heard just before the thick plank impacted loudly upon her fleece covered bottom.
    Courtney gasped, gripping the edge of the table with her fingers as the thuddy sting spread delectably to her already wet center. She groaned, laying her face upon the wood. Marcas smiled, his own heart beating with excitement with her unexpected reaction. He had not struck her hard, just enough to allow the sensation to penetrate her pants. The sound that leaked from her throat was definitely that of pleasure. With a twinkle in his eyes, he drew his arm back and repeated the stroke, this time with a harder, more deliberate flick of his skilled wrist.
    Courtney lifted her head off the table with a yelp, still hanging to the edges, but this time bouncing on her toes. The pain sunk deep into her, making her squirm with hunger. One more, please, she begged in silence, don’t stop yet.
    “It is not over,” Marcas stated firmly, once again making her question if he could read her mind. “This one shall be the hardest yet.”
    Courtney said nothing, preparing for a taste of the unknown. When the paddle crashed against her sit spots, she yowled, lifting her chest off the table and raising her right foot off the ground. Yet, she remained in place.
    “I have found my treasure. All these years, I’ve been searching…” Marcas mumbled, running his hand over her bottom and feeling the heat through the material of her sweats. “Over my knees,