Castaways (6 page)

That feels so good. So incredible. Yes there. Right there.
Almost without thought, she started moving her hips against his face, and she found her climax coming closer and closer, so close she could almost touch it—

He drew away and she almost cried out her disappointment.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

She tilted her face back down to meet his gaze again.

“You were close to coming,” he stated.

Sirena bit her lower lip then nodded. “Yes, Master.”

He shook his head as if extremely disappointed in her. “That won’t do. You know that I’ll have to punish you more if you climax without my permission.” She nodded again.

“Remember…” he slipped two fingers inside her core and she gasped, “this is all about my pleasure. It pleases me to touch you, to taste you, to see your body flushed with desire, to see you with a look of ecstasy on your face.”

The burn of her ass mingled with the pleasure of his fingers moving out of her pussy and then circling her clit. “It will not please me if you come before I give you permission,” he added.

She wanted to kick him and jump him all at the same time. How good it would feel to knock him back on his ass, release his cock and ride him for everything he had. But instead she tried to look contrite. She knew it was the only thing that would get her want she wanted, and that was all of him. “Yes, Master.”

Den helped Sirena down off the boulder so that she was standing before him. He brushed his lips over hers and let her taste herself as he darted his tongue into her mouth. He couldn’t help but deepen the kiss, taking from her and giving her all he could. He thrust in and out of her warmth and then nipped at her lower lip. She gave another one of her sweet little moans and he thought he was going to come in his pants like a teenager.

“On your knees.” He pressed down on her shoulders at the same time he spoke, until she was kneeling in the grass and soft brown earth. “Unfasten my jeans.”

“Yes, Master.” She did as he ordered, no hesitation at all. Her hands fumbled a bit, but that only made his need that much greater.

He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning when she finally freed his cock. “Suck me,” he ordered, but she was already going down on him. She swirled her tongue over the head, licking the drop of semen from the slit before enveloping him in her heat.

It felt so damn good to be in her hot mouth again. He grasped one hand in her thick auburn hair and pumped his hips against her face. She kept her eyes on him as he watched his cock move in and out, in and out.

His mind whirled with the intensity of his need to climax, and he could barely hold back. She was so warm and wet, and the way she applied suction to his cock while fondling his balls was almost more than he could bear.

But he needed to be inside her when he came. And he needed to be inside her now.

“Take off my jeans,” Den ordered Sirena, and her heart pounded as she gladly complied. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and she was treated to a full view of his incredible male body and his delicious cock as she fully revealed it and the sac below.

When he stepped out of his jeans he kicked them aside, a serious look upon his chiseled features.

Still on her knees, Sirena looked up at him and reveled in the perfect male specimen before her.

The carved muscles of his biceps, his powerful chest that narrowed down to trim hips. He had great thighs, thick and muscular, and her pussy spasmed at the thought of those thighs between hers.

He took her by the hand and led her to a grassy, mossy place beside the stream. He brushed away a few rocks and pebbles and a stick or two, and had her lie down. It was damp and a little bumpy, but the moss felt good against her back. The stream trickled near her ear, a kind of music that enhanced the moment.

“Spread you thighs,” he said as he looked down at her, that fierce _expression still on his face.

“Finger your pussy and play with your nipples.”

Heat rushed through Sirena at the thought of doing such an intimate act in front of him. She wondered if it was something she’d done before—before she had lost her identity.

“Yes, Master,” she murmured, as her hand crept down her belly, through the curls of her mons and into her folds. She kept her eyes on him and his cock seemed to grow larger than ever.

Another thrill fluttered through her belly and the sight of his erection gave her the encouragement to stroke her pussy and pinch her nipples while he watched. He had a hungry, feral look to his eyes and he clenched his fists at his sides as if to hold himself back from ravaging her.

It was then that she realized she held power over him—the power of pleasing him and making him want her so badly he could hardly control himself.

Den took his cock in hand and slowly stroked himself from balls to tip as he watched her, and she liked the sight of his erection in his palm and how he ran his hand up and down it. “If we were at The Playground,” he murmured, “I’d have my collar around your neck, rings tight around your nipples, and I’d have many ways to punish you that I don’t have here.” Damn, that sounded hot and erotic. If—when—they made it off this island and to the resort, she was definitely going to take advantage of that. She could just picture herself wearing his collar and being flogged until she begged for mercy.

Why did the thought turn her on so much?

Sirena bit her lower lip and increased the motion of her finger around her clit and moved her hand from one nipple to the other, pinching them hard enough to cause her pleasurable pain. Her head began to spin and she felt herself getting closer to that peak again. Closer to bringing herself to the most powerful climax she could ever have. She knew it, just knew that it would be intense and wonderful.

But not as incredible as having him inside her. No, she had to hold back for that. What if he wouldn’t fuck her if she came without his permission?

“Stop.” Den knelt between her thighs and lowered himself so that he could rub his cock against her pussy. He had one hand braced to the side of her hip, while he held his erection in his other hand and teased her folds with it.

With a moan, Sirena arched her hips up to his, wanting to take him inside her now.

“You haven’t earned the pleasure of being fucked yet.” He moved back on his knees, leaving her frustrated and empty. “Play with your breasts and suck your nipples.” More heat flood her, but she brought her hands up to cup her breasts and push them far enough that she could flick her tongue over each nipple in turn. She gave a soft moan that grew louder when Den raised one of her legs and began tracing the inside of her ankle with his tongue. He continued up, creating a torturous path along her calf, and to the back of her knee.

“Don’t stop licking your nipples.” He raised his head, his blue eyes focused on her. “I like to watch you suck them.”

“Yes, Master,” Sirena said so breathlessly that it was a wonder she got the two words out.

Every bit of this felt so erotic. The sound of wind rushing through the palms and other trees above, and the feel of it caressing her body while Den traced a sensual path up her leg with his tongue. In the distance the pulse and pound of the ocean matched the pounding in her heart.

Birds chirping and insects humming faded into the background as she came closer and closer to that peak again.

“May I come, Master?” she asked, barely able to speak.

“Hold back, sweetheart,” Den said as he reached that sensitive crevice between her thigh and her pussy. “You don’t want to know what I’ll do if you come without my permission.” That cooled some of her passion. What
would
he do if she disobeyed him?

“Yes, Master,” she murmured as she waited for him to lick her pussy. But the bastard skipped right over it and began making the same sensuous trail down her other leg.

“And you certainly don’t want to disappoint me, now do you, Sirena?” She shook her head. She was surprised at how much she wanted to please him. “No, Master,” she said and he continued working his way down.

The entire time, she held her breasts up high and licked each of her nipples. She moaned louder as he continued his torture, and when he reached the inside of her other ankle, she was shivering with the power of her need.

“You taste so good.” He placed her foot back on the damp moss and moved back up so that his face was just above her pussy. “Especially here.”

He dove for her wetness, licking at her unmercifully. She thrashed between his mouth and his tongue, fighting the need to come. She was so close, so very close, she didn’t know if she could hold back any longer.

But something inside her wanted to please him, wanted to give him pleasure in her submission to his commands and his desires.

“Master, I—I don’t know if I can hold back,” she said, barely able to get the words out.

He thrust two fingers inside her, and her vaginal muscles clenched down on them. She gritted her teeth, fighting, fighting, fighting…

He raised his head, finally stopping his torture. Sirena was breathing heavily and she still gripped her breasts in her hands as she met his blue gaze. She caught a flicker of fire in his eyes, but then he moved away and grabbed his jeans.

For a moment, she felt an incredible rush of disappointment that he wasn’t driving into her now.

Was he going to put on his pants and leave her hanging? Instead of putting them on, he dug into the pocket and pulled out a little foil package. A mixture of emotions rushed through her—she’d been so crazy in lust that she’d forgotten about a condom, and she appreciated him remembering.

And she felt such wicked desire that she now knew was close to being fulfilled.

“Don’t stop licking your nipples,” he said in a husky voice as he sheathed his cock.

Without a word, Den moved so that his hips were between hers and his erection was pressed against her belly. She almost stopped her tongue from flicking out against her nipples, but when his mouth joined hers it became an even more erotic experience. Their tongues met at the same time, and when she moved from one breast to the other, he moved with her. She moaned, arched up, and clenched her thighs around his hips. His erection dug into her belly and she squirmed, trying to get closer to him. Begging with her body for him to take her.

He took her mouth in another brutal kiss. Hard, punishing, dominating, demanding. It was a kiss of ownership, of a man staking his claim.

Sirena moaned into his mouth, begging for more. She wanted him, wanted all of him.

Den drew back and his eyes were so dark with passion they were almost black. He raised her legs up high, so that her ankles were around his neck. “I’m going to fuck you, Sirena. Like you’ve never been fucked before.”

With that he thrust into her. She cried out, so loud that her voice seemed to echo through the small jungle.

He felt so good, took her so deep, filled her so well that she could feel an answering pulse in her belly. He slammed his hips against her ass as he took her with her legs so high that he reached places that had never been reached before. She didn’t know how much sex she’d had in the past, but somehow she knew it had never been like this.

And somehow she knew she’d never climaxed while being fucked, but she was damn sure close to coming now.

Sirena thrashed beneath Den. “May I come, Master?” She couldn’t help the whimper in her voice.

Den continued to pound in and out of her. “Hold,” he commanded. The wild look was in his eyes that made her pussy clench tighter around his cock. Sweat rolled down his forehead and his jaw was tense as though fighting back his own orgasm.

She reached up and scraped her nails down his back to his ass and thighs, then back up again.

That made him pound all the harder, and brought her so close to the peak that she was teetering on the edge.

“Come, now, Sirena!” he shouted.

She climaxed with a scream. Stars whirled in her head, a whole galaxy of them. The light spun through her belly, to her chest, to every limb, every toe. Her orgasm stretched on and on as he continued to fuck her. It was the most incredible orgasm she’d ever had, so intense that it was almost painful. She found herself crying and begging for him to stop, so that she’d feel a moment’s reprieve, but he fucked her with no mercy.

Den ground his teeth, fighting back his own release as he drove Sirena’s orgasm on. He watched the play of rapture across her face, the ecstasy that flushed her body so pink and caused moisture to bead in the corners of her eyes.

He drove her relentlessly on and she cried out with every new explosion of her orgasm. Finally, when it was too much for him to bear any longer, Den came with a roar.

He actually grew dizzy from the intensity of his orgasm. He’d never felt anything like it before.

His head was nearly spinning as he continued pumping in and out of Sirena, drawing out his own orgasm and feeling the clench of her pussy around his cock.

When he was finally spent, he kept his cock inside Sirena and stared down at her. “You are the most gorgeous creature I have ever seen.” He knelt between her thighs, letting her legs slide down from around his neck, and brushed damp hair away from her face. “You are truly a Siren of the sea, come to steal my heart away.”