Castaways (5 page)

Sirena was so close to coming she was ready to scream, and here he was telling her that she had to have
his
permission. Mike’s fingers were up her pussy, his other hand fondling her heated ass as she lay across his lap, her hands tied behind her back. Den had a hold on her hair and was squeezing first one nipple then the other while he waited for her answer.

Mike thrust his fingers harder in and out of her channel and Den pinched her nipple tighter. She began to tremble so badly, her body needing the release he denied her. Screw them both, she was going to come whether they liked it or not.

They both stopped touching her at once, as if reading her thoughts, leaving her hanging at the edge.

Den still had a hold on her hair, and she couldn’t tear her gaze from his deep blue eyes. “Yes, Master,” she finally said, even as her body quivered with need.

“Too late.” Den shook his head. “We’ll come up with a suitable punishment for you for not responding immediately.” He released her and stood. “But for now you’ll see to our pleasures.” Sirena was seriously beginning to wonder what the hell she’d gotten herself into, but at the same time she felt completely turned on.

Mike pulled her shorts the rest of the way off, then took her off his lap and righted her on her knees again. Her hands were still tied behind her back, and she found herself looking up at both men as Mike rose to stand.

“It will please me,” Den said, “to see you suck Mike’s cock while I spank your ass.” Her eyes widened as Mike moved before her, and his long, thick, dark cock pressed against her lips. “Yes, Master,” she said a moment before Mike slipped his erection into her mouth.

The thickness of him filled her mouth and she tasted the salt of his skin and its texture over the steel of his erection.

“That’s it wench.” Mike grabbed a handful of her hair as he pumped in and out of her mouth.

“No matter what, don’t take your eyes off me.”

Sirena swirled her tongue around his cock as her gaze locked with his beautiful brown eyes.

The belt lashed against her ass at the same time Mike fucked her mouth. Her eyes watered as she again felt burning pain that turned into pleasure. She had to struggle not to look at Den, but to keep her gaze focused on Mike.

“This one’s mouth…so hot and so wet,” Mike said as he thrust harder, “and she takes me deeper than any slave I’ve had.”

Another lash of the belt caused her to cry out around Mike’s cock. “Just don’t forget,” Den said in a near growl, “that she belongs to me.”

A third lash fell and Sirena almost came that time. She was so close to the edge. So damn close.

“Suck me harder, wench,” Mike demanded, and when she applied deep suction he came with a jerk of his hips against her face, and a shout that startled a flock of birds outside the shelter. She swallowed his come, enjoying the taste of it, and enjoying the look of supreme pleasure on the man’s face as his climax rocked him. He was beautiful with his chiseled features and all those rippling muscles beneath dark skin.

The next thing she knew, Den was handing the belt to Mike who moved behind her, out of her sight. She licked her lips and shivered with excitement at the predatory look in Den’s eyes. The look of ownership and dominance. He might let Mike join in on their sex play, but there was no doubt who she really belonged to.

“I think you might have enjoyed that too much, Sirena.” He reached down and fondled her breasts before pinching her nipples hard enough to make her cry out. “Are you close to coming, my little captive?”

She nodded. “Yes, Master.”

He brought his hand up to cup her chin. “You wouldn’t disappoint me by disobeying my order to not climax, now would you?”

Damn. There went that idea.

Sirena shook her head. “No, Master.”

“That’s my girl.” Den brushed his lips over hers, then raised his head. “Now, sweetheart, I’m going to fuck your mouth even harder than Mike did. And I’m going to enjoy watching him spank you, turning that fine ass even more pink.”

Trembling from her level of arousal, Sirena could barely speak. “Yes, Master.” He released his erection and she gave a small moan at the sight of every inch of that luscious male cock.

Before she had time to think, Den grabbed her by the hair and forced his thickness between her lips and Mike swatted her with the belt.

Sirena screamed around her mouthful of cock and her eyes watered. He tasted different from Mike, saltier, and he had a wild musk to his scent.

Den watched her intently as he fucked her harder. He was so gorgeous, and she loved the way he looked at her while he took her, that dominating, possessive gaze owning her. The sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth felt so wonderful. She wanted that cock inside her pussy instead of her mouth.

“You have the most beautiful green eyes, sweetheart,” Den murmured, his voice husky with passion.

Mike spanked her again and said in his sexy English accent, “And such a nice ass you have, love.

All the better to fuck.”

Sirena trembled even more. Her breasts were heavy with need, her nipples so taut they ached and her juices flooding her pussy. Their words, what they were doing to her. Just one touch and she’d have the most incredible orgasm any woman could ever have. She only wished her hands weren’t tied right now so that she could touch all his hard male flesh. But she loved being on her knees, taking him as deep as she could in her mouth.

“Suck me harder,” Den commanded, and Mike landed a swat just under her ass, so close to her pussy she almost came.

“Ah, yes,” Den hissed. He fucked her mouth three, four times more, then came in a rush. He groaned and his grip grew tighter in her hair, so hard her scalp ached from it, giving her a sweet burn of pleasure as his come jetted down her throat.

The next thing she knew he was withdrawing his semihard cock from between her lips. He lowered his head and brushed his mouth over hers. “Very good, sweetheart.” She smiled, happy that she had pleased him.

Mike moved behind her, untying her hands then rubbing her wrists with slow, sensual movements. Den knelt in front of her and flicked his tongue over one of her nipples, then the other, causing her to shiver.

“So very sweet,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to find out what your pussy tastes like.” Sirena moaned, and then she almost screamed when he slid three fingers inside her core at the same time Mike pushed one finger into her ass.

Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head from the incredible sensation of it and she imagined the two men filling her at once with their large cocks.

They both thrust against her, Mike ramming his knuckles against her ass while Den plunged his fingers in and out of her pussy. They each latched onto one of her nipples with their free hands and her body began to vibrate. She was so close. So damn close.

“Tell me when you’re about to come,” Den said, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Now.” Sirena could barely breathe. “I’m going to come now.” The men immediately stopped fondling her breasts and removed their fingers from within her.

“Now that won’t do.” Den shook his head. “You didn’t refer to me as Master, and you didn’t ask permission to climax. For your punishment, you will not be allowed an orgasm until I decide you’ve earned it.”

This time Sirena was sure she was going to slug him a good one.

Both men stood and fastened their jeans over their still long, thick cocks, and Den ordered her to get to her feet and to follow him out of the shelter.

She trembled as he led the way into the encampment. She felt decadent and so erotic being absolutely naked around these two men.

But damn them, anyhow! Refusing to let her climax!

Her gaze rested on Den and Mike and she swallowed. Had she always been a submissive? Had she craved and enjoyed having two men at once? It certainly felt right at this moment.

“Sirena.” Den motioned for her to join him. He was sitting on one of the rescued ice chests, while he stirred the fire with a stick.

“Yes, Master.” The words somehow came easily to her.

She walked toward him, her bare nipples tingling and the auburn curls between her thighs slick with her juices. Her thick hair brushed her shoulders in a sensual caress and her clit still ached with the need to climax.

When she reached Den, he raised his fingers and slipped two of them between her thighs into her drenched folds. Sirena couldn’t hold back the gasp of pleasure or keep her legs from trembling with the power of her need.

Den kept those startling blue eyes fixed on hers as he took his fingers from her pussy and brought them to his nose and inhaled. She just about came on the spot when he slid his two fingers into his mouth.

“Mmmm, delicious,” he said as he removed them. “I can’t wait to fully taste you.” At that moment she was more than willing to lie down on the sand and let him go at it.

Instead of following through with his thought, he stood and motioned his head to the supplies stacked near the shelter. “Are you hungry, my little captive?” She nodded. “Yes, Master.”

He gave her a sexy grin. “Didn’t you get enough…sausage…this morning, sweetheart?” Sirena felt her skin flush with heat from head to toe, but still she said, “Not nearly enough, Master.”

His blue eyes turned darkly sensual as he reached out to twist his finger in a lock of her hair.

“Oh, you’ll be getting your fill.”

Den couldn’t keep his eyes off Sirena as he watched her prepare breakfast while she was completely naked. Her large but firm breasts swayed with every movement, and whenever she bent over she treated him with a fine view of her ass and a glimpse of her auburn curls.

Damn, but he wanted to take her down to the sand and fuck her until she screamed. To pound into her until she begged for mercy.

“Soon enough,” he muttered, despite the hardness of his cock pressing against his now-too-tight jeans.

Mike came up beside Den and watched the sway of Sirena’s hips as she opened a can of processed meat and started slicing it onto a makeshift grill they had made from strips of metal found in the wreckage. The fire spit and hissed with the juices dripping into the flames. The delicious smell of the roasting meat rose through the air and Den’s stomach growled.

“I can’t wait to have a piece of that,” Mike said, his English accent strong with the sound of his lust. Obviously he didn’t mean the meat.

Again Den fought back the irrational feelings of jealousy rising up within him.

Two days ago he’d found a shaving kit that would come in handy for both men. But more importantly, it held a nice-sized soggy box of condoms. The condoms were protected in their packets, thank God. According to the box they were only large, a little small for him and Mike, but he couldn’t help a grin as he pocketed a couple of the foil packages and left the rest in the bag full of shaving supplies, a couple of toothbrushes and toothpaste, along with other toiletries.

Damn, but he couldn’t wait to be inside Sirena.

The whole time they ate their breakfast of grilled canned meat and beans, Den found himself watching Sirena’s every graceful movement. Those vivid green eyes, the flow of auburn hair, the freckles sprinkled across her shoulders. She had the most beautiful pale pink nipples and auburn curls covering her pussy. When he’d sampled her earlier, he’d nearly buried his face into her folds right there. He couldn’t wait to taste all of her.

Even her voice made him harder than one of those coconuts high up in the palms. She had a soft Midwestern accent and every time she called him Master, he wanted to fuck her all over again.

After breakfast, Den took Sirena by the hand. “We’ll do some exploring while you hold down the fort,” he said to Mike who only gave a knowing grin.

Sirena bit her lower lip as Den led her into the trees and bushes. Her ass still burned, a sweet pleasant burn, from being spanked this morning with the belt. Leaves feathered across her bare skin, and an occasional branch scraped her body as they dodged through the greenery. It smelled of rich earth and the slight scent of flowers that she couldn’t identify.

His hand felt large and warm over hers. When they got deeper into the foliage, he dropped her hand to work his way through the denser trees and bushes. It was a path they’d taken before, toward the stream they’d found.

The tropical paradise was filled with beautiful hibiscus flowers, palms, aloe vera and other vines and plants she didn’t recognize. As they went deeper inland she started seeing beautiful orchids, their scent filling the air and mixing with the smell of rich earth and other things she couldn’t identify.

While they made their way through the little jungle, Sirena walked behind Den, enjoying the fine view of his jean-covered rear. He had such a fine ass. Her pussy tingled and her breasts felt full and heavy as she walked naked behind him. Wind ruffled the palm fronds and leaves of bushes, and brushed the curls between her thighs. The constant squawks and screeches of birds mixed with the distant sound of the ocean.

Den stopped so abruptly that Sirena was caught off-guard. She ran right into him and her tight nipples grazed his bare back. He cast a look over his shoulder as she stepped away.

She did her best to look contrite. “Sorry, Master.”

Den turned and cupped her face in his large hands. “Sweetheart, you’re in big trouble now,” he said, and she could tell he was trying to hold back a grin.

She held back her own smile and bit her lower lip at the sensual look in his eyes.

He grabbed her hand and led her to the small stream. When they reached it, Den turned back to her and crushed his mouth to hers in a hard, dominating kiss that made her head spin. His hand cupped her ass and he rubbed his erection against her belly, the tough material of his jeans abrading her soft skin. Sirena reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her.

The way he tasted her, the way his tongue delved into her mouth demanding more of her made her crazy with desire. He bit her lower lip hard enough to make her cry out and he took her mouth forcefully again. His work-roughened hands moved from her face, down her neck and to her breasts. He pinched and pulled her nipples and she moaned beneath his expert touch.

When he finally released her, she saw the rise and fall of his bare chest, the wild look of lust in his eyes. His _expression was absolutely carnal and she wondered if he was going to throw her down on the ground and pound into her right this very moment.

Please, oh please, oh please.

She’d been needing an orgasm since they’d left her squirming for more this morning.

“Now for your punishment,” he murmured as his fingers continued to pinch her nipples so hard she had to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out.

His gaze raked the trees surrounding them and settled on some vines twisting around the trunk of one of the trees.

He backed her up against the smooth boulders beside the stream until she felt the cool press of stone against her backside. “Don’t move,” he ordered her in that dominating tone that made her pussy clench.

“Yes, Master.” She placed her palms flat against the rock while he went to one of the trees and started to unravel a vine wrapped around its trunk. The spring made happy trickling sounds beside them and she could feel moisture seeping from the smooth boulder against her back.

When he returned he said in a commanding tone, “Raise your hands over your head.” He was a good six inches taller than she and he easily wrapped the vines around her wrists and tied them to a branch overhead, just tight and high enough that she was standing on the tips of her toes. Her breasts thrust out and he ducked his head and ran his warm tongue over each nipple, drawing a whimper from her lips. When he raised his head she felt cool air brushing her tightened wet nipples. It felt absurdly incredible being bound and completely at his mercy.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered as he backed away, and she could just imagine her juices glistening on her thighs, she was so turned on.

He slipped her fingers into her wetness, his eyes focused intently on her. “Do you want to come, my little island captive?”

She nodded. “Please, Master.”

Den shook his head and thrust his fingers deep inside her core at the same time he said, “You must be punished before you can climax, sweetheart.
If
I let you climax.” He lifted a piece of vine that he had left over after he had bound her wrists. “Turn around and face the rock.”

Swallowing back a small burst of fear, she struggled with her bonds and rather ungracefully managed to turn her back to him so that she was resting against the cool and moist stone, her breasts pressed flat and her mound grinding against the smooth rock.

“Do you know why you’re being punished?” Den asked as he trailed the vine over her shoulders and down her spine.

“Yes, Master.” Goose bumps rose on her skin and she fought to hold back her moans of pleasure.

“Because I forgot to address you properly, and because I ran into you when you stopped.”

“Good girl. Although I should also punish you just because you enjoyed sucking Mike’s cock too much.” He caressed her ass with the vine, then slipped it between her thighs and nudged her wet folds with it. “You belong to me, don’t you,” he said as a statement, rather than a question.

The thrill of his words curled deep in her belly. “Yes, Master.”

“But you want Mike to fuck you at the same time I do, don’t you,” he said, again as a statement rather than a question.

Sirena felt heat rise to her cheeks. Her fantasy—yes. To have Mike and Den at one time.

“Answer me.” His voice was a low growl. “Do you want Mike to fuck you?” She swallowed. She heard the possessiveness in his tone, and wasn’t sure if she could or should tell him the truth.

A hard swat of the vine landed across her ass and she cried out, the sound of her voice echoing through the jungle.

“The truth, Sirena.” His voice was as hard as the lash had been across her skin.

“Yes, Master,” she whimpered. “I want you both to take me at the same time.”

“I thought so.” He swatted her again and she jerked against the vine. “You’re lucky I promised Mike a good fuck with you, the three of us. Otherwise I wouldn’t share you with anyone.” All this talking about being fucked by Mike and Den was going to drive her out of her mind.

“Yes, Master.”

He nudged her folds harder with the vine. “Do you know what I’m going to do to punish you for wanting him so much?”

Sirena’s throat worked to hold back a sound of nervousness. “You’re—you’re going to whip me.”

“That’s right,” he said, so close to her ear, that his warm breath feathered across her skin. “I’m going to make this sweet little ass of yours a delicious pink that Mike will see when he takes you from behind.” He moved his mouth close to her other ear. “You still have some delightful welts from your spanking this morning.”

He moved back and before Sirena could catch her breath, a lash landed against her thighs. She screamed in surprise and at the sting, startling a flock of birds from their perches in the branches.

Their plumage was bright and beautiful, and the flood of pleasure flowing through her body now was nearly as fine.

“Just remember,” he said in between lashes, “you’re not allowed to come without my permission.”

One lash fell and then another and another. Sirena found herself fighting against the bindings around her wrists without even realizing it. Tears formed in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

How could it hurt so much and feel so good at the same time? How could her climax be rushing toward her with the fury of a hurricane, just waiting to suck her up with its power?

With every stroke her nipples scraped the boulder in front of her and she found herself arching back into every lash, rubbing her nipples against the rock at the same time.

When the whipping finally stopped, Sirena wasn’t sure if she was glad or disappointed. What kind of crazy thought was that?

Den had never found himself more on the edge of losing control than he was at that moment. He wanted so badly to release his cock and ram it into Sirena’s tight pussy right now. She was beautiful, her body striped pink and white over her back, thighs and ass with his mark of ownership, her auburn hair floating around her shoulders and her head tilted back in ecstasy.

The more he’d spanked her, the more she had started to raise her body into the lashes, as if she wanted it, needed it. Yeah, Mike had been right. Sirena was a born submissive. She certainly hadn’t been going to The Playground for any other reason. Only singles were allowed—singles intent on experiencing all a BDSM resort had to offer, whether they were a Dom or a sub.

Even though he would share her with Mike, Den had made it clear to his friend that she was
his
.

There was something about this woman that called to him, made him want her with everything he had.

“Do you want me, Sirena?” Den leaned close again and nipped at her ear. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

She gave a sweet little groan that made his cock impossibly thicker and harder. “Yes, Master.”

“You’re going to earn a good fuck,” he murmured, and this time she groaned louder. “Face me again and spread your thighs.”

He watched as Sirena moved her way back around again so that she was facing him, her wrists still bound over her head. It was a little awkward for her with her hands tied up, but she obeyed him perfectly until her back and ass were against the rock and he found himself looking into those beautiful green eyes of hers again.

Her breasts were red and damp from being pressed against the moist rock, and her nipples were large and taut. The insides of her thighs were slick with her juices and her auburn curls gleamed with moisture in the sunshine that made its way through the palm fronds.

Den glanced up at her wrists, which were slightly red from the vines, and he hoped they hadn’t chafed her too much. He moved so close to her that her nipples brushed his bare chest and he breathed in her sweet womanly scent as he reached up to untie her.

When her bonds were undone, he brought her hands up to his face and kissed the inside of her wrists. “Do they feel all right?”

Sirena nodded. “They’re fine, Master.”

“Good.” He flicked his tongue on the inside of one of her palms, and then another and felt her hands tremble.

Damn, but he had to taste her pussy. He could smell her juices and he was almost crazy with the need to feast on her. He took a quick glance around the small clearing they were in, then his gaze settled back on the rocks Sirena had been pressed against. One of them was low enough that he could lift her up to it and her pussy would be at the right position.

Before Sirena knew what was happening, Den had grabbed her around the waist and was placing her up on one of the boulders. She gave a little squeal of surprise and braced her hands on his powerful biceps. When her ass was on the smooth boulder, he gently pushed her back so that her palms were bracing her on the rock.

“Bring your pussy closer to the edge of the boulder and spread your thighs,” he said, and Sirena obeyed, wondering what kind of punishment he had in mind for her now. Damn, but she hoped it involved him, his mouth and her pussy.

Instead of licking her where she wanted him to, he reached for one of her ankles and licked the inside. “You have the sexiest ankles.” He moved to her other one and flicked his tongue over it.

“It was one of the first things I noticed about you I can’t wait to have them around my neck while I pound in and out of your sweet pussy.”

Please, oh please.

She swallowed hard as he brought his face between her thighs and audibly inhaled. “Damn but you smell good, sweetheart.” He flicked his tongue against her clit and she cried out in surprise and at the wonderful feeling of it. “Your taste.” He licked her again and then raised his head so that his incredible blue eyes met hers. “Better than anything I’ve ever tasted before.” A low thrill coursed her belly at his words and at the sensuality in his voice. He grasped each one of her thighs with his hands and then buried his face in her folds.

Sirena moaned and tipped her face back, closing her eyes and reveling in the feel of Den’s mouth on her pussy, the scrape of his morning stubble against the insides of her thighs.