Castaways (4 page)

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Three days after they had washed up on the island, Sirena again woke between the two men with just a light covering, the rough cloth they had found in the emergency supplies, over the three of them. It was getting to be a habit, waking horny and needy, and the men simply holding her before they got up and started on chores.

Every day she found herself wanting these men more and more. In fact, they were beginning to fill her head morning, noon and night with exquisite fantasies. Had she fantasized before? Had she ever lived out her dreams? She had begun to feel an urgency to have them before they were rescued. Their time was probably short, and she wanted to experience what she could to its fullest. And that included getting to know Den and Mike on a more intimate level.

She’d wake sometimes with one man’s hand cupping her breast or her ass while the other had his legs between her thighs.

Every time they looked at her, she knew they wanted her just as much as she wanted them, but they didn’t push her. It was like they were unwilling to take advantage of her.

Damn, but she wanted to be taken advantage of!

They had spent the days searching the part of the island they were stranded on. They’d discovered a good sized freshwater stream yesterday, not too far from their camp, and they’d been able to cleanse themselves. It was shallow, but at one section deep enough to bathe. The men had given her privacy and she’d used some of the shampoo and soap they’d found in the luggage.

Someone always stayed close to camp, though, in order to light the bonfire in case a ship or an airplane was spotted.

But at this moment, as she snuggled between Den and Mike, the only thing she could think of was having these two men. Especially Den. She felt like she’d known him for years the way they’d fallen into a comfortable friendship, and it seemed like they had some kind of connection that went beyond being stranded on an island together. Like he had saved her in more ways than one.

Was it just her reaching out for someone in her confused state? She didn’t think so.

She’d learned a lot about Den from the times they’d sat down and talked and talked. He had a wry sense of humor, and he’d been nothing but a gentleman since they’d arrived on the island.

Except at night, when the three of them would press close to one another and she’d feel their erections on either side of her. They wanted her, but weren’t making any moves on her.

But, oh, how she wanted them, right now. They probably would be rescued soon, and now she was positive she truly wanted to experience everything these men had to offer her.

And dammit, she was going to make it happen.

Den stirred and opened his blue eyes to meet her gaze. For a long time they just looked at one another. Finally he murmured, “Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart. I’m having a real hard time controlling myself around you.”

She tilted her head back, and just as Den started to draw away, she caught his lower lip in her teeth and gently bit. His blue eyes darkened, and the next thing she knew, his mouth crushed hers. She gave a low moan as he tightened his grip around her and his tongue plunged into her depths, taking her like he wanted his cock to drive inside her.

And oh, how she wanted it.

Sirena felt Mike stir behind her then gave a soft cry into Den’s mouth as Mike kissed her nape.

Both men’s hands began to wander over her body, touching her, stroking her. They weren’t tentative at all. It was as if they knew her already, could read her mind and could tell exactly how she liked to be touched, and how she wanted to be touched right then and there.

Wild with desire, she reached down and cupped Den’s cock through his jeans and rubbed his length.

He tore his mouth from hers, his breathing heavy enough that his naked chest pressed against her t-shirt covered breasts.

“Sirena.” His voice was husky and he tightened his grip on her even as Mike continued to kiss the back of her neck. “You’d better be damn sure you want to play with us. We settle for nothing less than complete submission.”

“Sub—submission?” She caught her breath. “What do you mean?” Mike rose up from behind her, draped his hand over her shoulder and pinched her nipple through her t-shirt. “He means this, wench,” Mike said in his throbbing, deep bass. “That once you agree to play, you belong to us. You do what we say, when we say.” He lowered his head and flicked his tongue along her ear. “And if you don’t obey, you
will
be punished.” Den’s gaze went over her shoulder, obviously to meet Mike’s. “I told you this one is mine. If she wants both of us to fuck her, then we will.” He brought his beautiful blue gaze back to hers. “But you belong to me.
I
will be your Master.”

Sirena’s eyes widened. Her breathing grew faster, harsher. What had she gotten herself into? Yet the mere idea of submitting to Den—to both of them—made her so hot and horny she was already squirming between them, rubbing herself against both cocks.

“You would be turning over complete control.” Den gently rubbed her shoulder. “We’ll take care of you, give you everything you need. You will only be responsible for our pleasure by your complete submission. It’s an exchange of power.”

She swallowed, unable to take her gaze from Den’s, while Mike continued to pinch her nipples, first one, then the other. A very large part of her wanted that. Wanted nothing more than to be cared for and turn over complete control. It was as if that part of her had once tried to control everything in her life, and now she was tired. So, so tired of being responsible for everything.

The thought of giving up all control felt like a great weight being lifted from her shoulders.

Den caught her chin in his firm grip. “You were going to The Playground, so I’m certain you were headed there for the same reasons we were. But I won’t take advantage of you, Sirena,” he said in a voice that told her he was dead serious. “You don’t even remember your own name. If you have any second thoughts, then you’d better say no. And you’d better say it now.”
The Playground.
That name seemed even more familiar. Yes, she’d been heading there for a reason. She had to moisten her lips to speak. “What did Mike mean by punishment?”

“Bondage and spanking, among other things.” Den’s hand squeezed her ass. “Our pleasure would be your one and only desire.”

“BDSM.” Serena swallowed. Somehow she knew she’d read about it, had been fascinated by it.

The thought of being tied up and spanked was erotic and caused the moisture between her thighs to dampen her shorts. A fantasy, rich and detailed came to her. “I would be your island captive and you would be my captors.”

Den smiled and Mike chuckled by her ear. “Something like that.”

“What do you say, Sirena?” Den’s lips hovered above hers. “If you say yes, it starts here and now.”

Ohmigod.
Her breathing grew even harsher. She swallowed, trying to wet her suddenly dry throat. But she knew without a doubt what she wanted to do. “I—I want you to be my Master.

And I will be your captive, your slave.”

Den didn’t even look surprised. Instead, a commanding look came across his features. “The first thing you’ll do is choose a safe word. If you speak that word at any time, then this ends. There will be no going back.”

“Safe word.” She took a deep breath. “Okay… Um…accountant.”
Where the hell had that come
from?

Mike laughed from behind her and the corner of Den’s mouth quirked into a smile. “Accountant it is.”

Cupping her cheeks Den looked into her eyes. “Do you feel all right? Are your headaches gone?” Sirena rested her cheek against his palm. She felt safe with him, and he was genuinely concerned for her. Her headache had become a mere fuzziness over the past few days, and all she felt were a few lingering aches and pains. “I’m fine. Especially when I’m with you.” Den gave her a soft, sweet kiss. “You’re mine now, sweetheart.” She whispered, “I’m yours.”

His tone changed to one of supreme dominance. “Then it starts now.” He shoved the covering off the three of them and pushed himself to his feet so that he was standing in the shelter. It was just high enough that it grazed the top of his head. Mike rose to stand beside him, his arms folded across his broad chest. Both men looked dead serious and Sirena fought down a rise of panic.

Through the open door of the shelter she could see the low smoldering fire, the expanse of white sand and the endless crystal blue ocean. She heard the screeching of birds and judging by the light, it was still early morning. Maybe she should make a run for it while she still had time.

“On your knees.” Den indicated with his hand for her to rise. “Strip off your shirt.” Biting the inside of her cheek, heart pounding like mad, Sirena got to her knees. Her gaze focused on their cocks, hard bulges beneath the sturdy cotton of their jeans.

“Hurry, wench,” Mike demanded, and his incredibly deep voice sent a thrill straight to her pussy.

“Then push your shorts down to the floor.”

Sirena’s hands trembled as she reached for the bottom of her t-shirt, pulled it up over her head, and tossed it aside. She felt embarrassed yet free at the same time with her large breasts bared for their pleasure. She hurried to push down her shorts until they reached the floor of the shelter. Her eyes rose to meet theirs. She couldn’t believe how erotic it felt kneeling between the two men with virtually nothing on, her breasts and the soft curls of her mound bared to their gazes. Her long auburn hair fell over her shoulders to the middle of her back, tickling her skin.

“Widen your thighs.” Den crossed his arms over his chest just as Mike had. The two men looked like warriors side-by-side, and it was delicious feeling like their captive.

Sirena pushed her thighs as far apart as was possible with the shorts around her knees. She felt bound by the cloth, unable to move any more than she had. Cool morning air stroked her damp folds and she shivered. Not from the chill, but from excitement.

“From now on,” Den said, his gaze never wavering from hers, “you will address each of us as Master. If you fail to do so, you will be punished. Do you understand?” Slowly Sirena nodded. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Mike growled.

“I mean yes, Master,” Sirena said in a rush. She liked saying the word. Liked the way it sounded coming from her lips. Liked the submissive way it made her feel.

Den walked around her, studying her, causing her body to tighten in anticipation. What would he do to her now?

He stopped at one corner of the shelter and grabbed the shredded blouse that she had been wearing when they first arrived. His muscles rippled as he tore off a strip of the material and tossed it to Mike, who easily caught it.

Sirena’s apprehension mounted as Mike moved behind her. In the next moment he grabbed her wrists, jerked them back and bound them with the torn material. While Mike was binding her, Den slowly unfastened his belt and drew it out of the loops.

“What are you going to do with that?” Her eyes widened and her voice trembled.

Den doubled the strap and slapped it across his hand. “Are you forgetting something, Sirena?” She was so friggin’ overwhelmed, scared of the belt, not to mention horny as hell, that at first she didn’t know what he meant. Then it dawned on her. “Oh! I mean Master. What are you going to do with that belt, Master?”

His features remained serious. “I warned you that you would be punished if you forgot your place, didn’t I?”

Sirena licked her lips. “Yes, Master.”

Den slapped the belt across his hand again. “You have to be taught a lesson so that you don’t make the same mistake again.”

He nodded to Mike who lowered himself to sit with his legs crossed. She yelped as the large man reached out, grabbed her and threw her over his lap so that her breasts hung over one jean-clad thigh, her ass high in the air, with her hands bound behind her.

Mike rubbed her ass with his big hand and slid one finger into her folds, causing Sirena to jerk in surprise, then moan at the wonderful sensation. “The wench is wet and ready.” She couldn’t see Den’s face or what he was doing with the belt, but she tensed in nervous anticipation. Was he going to spank her? Would it hurt?

The first slap across her ass caused her to cry out from the pain. Tears burned her eyes and she’d almost called out her safe word when she realized that she felt a tingling pleasure rising up, spreading throughout her.

With the next spanking, Mike thrust two fingers inside her core at the same time the leather landed across her ass. Her scream was louder this time, from the combined pain and pleasure the men were dealing out.

“Have you learned your lesson, yet, Sirena?” Den asked as she felt the soft rub of leather across her ass while Mike kept his fingers inside her.

“Yes, Master.” She squirmed on Mike’s lap, so, so close to climaxing from the experience.

Den moved around and crouched down in front of her so that she could see him. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and she gave a soft cry as he gently pulled her head up so that her eyes met his.

He kept his hold on her hair while rubbing the leather belt over each of her nipples. Oh, God, he was driving her crazy. “We have several rules for you to follow, captive.” She gulped at the serious look in his eyes. “Yes, Master.”

“You’ll be naked whenever we want it, the remainder of the time we’re on this island.” Even as heat rushed to her face, he continued, “You’ll see to our pleasure whenever we demand it.” He dropped the belt and pinched one of her nipples so hard she gave a sharp cry. “And you will never climax without
my
permission.”