Castaways (8 page)

This time when Sirena woke up between Den and Mike, all three of them were naked beneath their flimsy covering. She kept her eyes closed, savoring the feeling of skin-to-skin, front and back, the coolness of the morning air. The scent of male and ocean breezes.

Mike stirred behind her. His hand cupped one of her breasts, flattening her nipple beneath his palm, and his thick erection rubbed along the cleft of her ass with his slight movement. She didn’t know if he did it on purpose, or if he was still asleep, but her body instantly reacted, a tingling sensation shooting throughout her from her breasts to her pussy.

Den’s knee was wedged between her thighs, and if she moved just a bit she could ride it with her wet folds. His hand was draped over her hip and his other arm served as her pillow, like it had every night.

And like every morning, his cock was just as hard as the one pressed against her backside.

Only this morning was different. After yesterday, everything had changed. With just that one kiss she’d given Den first thing that morning, it had led to her becoming Den’s and Mike’s submissive. It had led to them spanking her, to her sucking their cocks, and then to having Den take her into the jungle, whipping her and then fucking her out of her mind. And then that evening… That evening, when they’d both pressed her between them and had driven her into a frenzy with their mouths, their hands, their bodies.

And she’d had a storm of an orgasm that she knew she was going to
pay
for in some way today.

Probably this morning. And she knew she was going to enjoy it. She hoped it involved those two cocks deep inside her—at the same time.

Without opening her eyes, she knew Den was awake. She could feel him watching her, and she wondered what he was thinking. What did he think of her as a person? She was a woman with no past, no name beyond what he’d given her. She’d totally turned herself over to him and Mike for their pleasure and to relieve herself of the stress of having to be in control, having to worry about who she was and wasn’t.

She knew what she thought of him, though. And Mike, too.

Mike—he was hot, sexy, had a wicked sense of humor and a to-die-for bod. He was an incredibly good kisser and she knew he’d make a great lover. She could picture him in his role of a successful CEO of a major software corporation. It was easy to imagine him in control in the boardroom and out—just like in the bedroom. What would his coworkers think if they knew of his sexual proclivities?

She couldn’t help a smile, but still she kept her eyes closed.

Den… He was wonderful. The way he watched out for her, cared for her, made love to her. From talking with him over the past few days, she’d gotten to know about his construction company, his family. He had both parents along with siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins…a huge, loving, yet crazy family. Somehow that made her sad, because she couldn’t remember having any family at all. Den had only one relative he didn’t want to talk about, a brother he’d distanced himself from long ago.

She’d barely known Den for days, yet she already felt herself falling for him. And she was falling hard.

Her smile faltered. How could she let herself have such intense feelings for him when she didn’t even know anything about herself? What if she had such a jaded history, that he’d want nothing to do with her once she learned who she was?

Den watched Sirena and the play of emotions across her features. A smile, then a frown that made him wonder what she was thinking about. He wanted to erase that frown from her face, to make her smile again. Sometimes when she had a quiet moment, he would watch her as she stared into the distance, surely trying to remember her past, wondering about her future.

The more he was around her, the more he wanted to make sure that future involved him.

He moved his hand from her hip and brought it up to brush his knuckles across her cheekbone.

Her frown turned into a smile and her eyelids fluttered open. For a moment he stared into her beautiful green eyes, and found himself almost unable to breathe from the way she was looking at him.

“Good morning,” she whispered and turned her lips so that she was kissing his knuckles.

“Master,” she added softly as her eyes met his again.

“You’re so beautiful when you wake up, your eyes still dreamy and half asleep and your hair all mussed.” He lowered his head to brush his lips over her forehead. “Mmmm, and you smell so good. Like fresh orchids and woman.”

She gave a teasing grin. “Your hair is a little rumpled, too. Kinda makes you look like a wild man.”

“I am wild, when it comes to you, Sirena.” He tugged on an errant lock of her hair. “You make me crazy, and I can’t get enough of you.”

Den glanced over her shoulder and saw Mike was awake, the big man’s mouth quirked into a grin. Mike’s hand gently squeezed Sirena’s breast and she gasped and arched into his touch.

Even though Den was finding himself feeling possessive when it came to her, it turned him on to see his friend’s dark skin against her pale flesh.

He and Mike had a friendship, a bond that went way back, at least ten years. Sharing women was something they’d both enjoyed and had done often. Sharing Sirena with him would only strengthen that bond, even though Den had claimed her as his own.

“It’s time, sweetheart,” Den murmured when his gaze returned back to hers. “Time for your punishment.”

She caught her breath. “What kind of punishment? Er, Master.”

“You’ll see.” Den kissed her hard, pressing himself against her, and Sirena nearly went wild with the feel of both men kissing her, touching her. Den slipped his hand into her moist folds and Mike shoved at least two fingers into her ass.

She gasped at the sudden pain of it, but then found herself riding their hands as she had last night. They were driving her closer and closer to the brink when all of sudden, as if by silent agreement, they both stopped.

Sirena whimpered, but Den and Mike drew away from her and got to their feet. She pushed herself to a kneeling position and looked up at the men, who both had stern expressions on their faces. Their naked bodies were gorgeous, and her mouth watered at the sight of those two thick and long cocks. They were so different, but so big.

After what they’d just done to her, she wanted them both so bad she could hardly stand it. Her breasts weighed heavily with lust and her thighs were slick with her juices. She caught her own scent that blended with the ocean, and the throbbing in her ears matched the pound of the waves against the shore.

“This wench requires a suitable punishment,” Mike said.

“And I have a perfect one in mind for her.” Den nodded toward the shredded shirt, and strips of cloth in one corner of the shelter that they had used to bind her with the last time. “We need five ties,” he said, and Mike gave Sirena a rogue’s grin before reaching for the cloth.

Her heart beat faster and her nipples tightened in nervous anticipation. Den picked up the discarded covering and motioned toward the tent’s doorway with a jerk of his head. “Come with me,” he commanded. And when she started to rise, he shook his head. “On your hands and knees.” At the shocked look on her face, he said, “It’s part of your punishment, baby.” Sirena swallowed down her “Yeah, and I’m going to bite your cock off” remark and followed him outside the shelter. Her hands and knees shifted in the sand, but the fine granules were smooth and felt good beneath her.

Mike followed behind and she yelped and almost fell when he swatted her ass with his large palm.

The early morning sun was bright off the water and the sand, causing her to blink and wish for sunglasses once again. An image of big, ugly sunglasses came to mind as she followed Den to a shaded area beneath a group of palms. When they reached the shade, he spread out the covering he’d been carrying on the sand.

Mike swatted her ass again and again she almost fell face-first into the sand. “Hurry it up, wench.”

Sirena nearly growled under her breath, “Fuck you,” but she managed to restrain herself.

Den stood in front of her when he finished. “Kneel.”

“Yes, Master.” Sirena eased herself onto her haunches and then to her knees and looked up at him.

“Mike and I will prepare your punishment and then fix breakfast.” He gestured to the jungle.

“You can get up to go and relieve yourself now.”

She pushed herself up to her feet and strode into the jungle to find a bush to pee behind. While she walked away, she heard Den’s voice and then Mike chuckled. She didn’t like the sound of his mirth at all.

When she returned, she saw that four makeshift stakes—pieces of wood salvaged from the boat

—had been pushed into the ground at each corner of the blanket. Her belly flipped. Den and Mike were both waiting for her in their glorious nakedness, with strips of cloth in their hands.

Sirena halted. She didn’t like the thought of what was coming at all.

When she got close enough to the men, Den tweaked one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, and Mike lapped at her other with his tongue. The combination of the sensations made her knees weak and her body more than ready.

“Lie down on the blanket,” Den commanded as Mike gave her nipple one last hard suck.

She knew she didn’t have any choice but to obey. She’d promised to be their submissive during her stay with them on the island, and she knew there was an incredible fantasy just waiting for her—once she was punished to their satisfaction.

When she was lying flat on her back they took each of her wrists and ankles and bound them with the cloth and then tied the strips firmly around the stakes so that she was spread-eagle. They both moved to the foot of the blanket and she saw their cocks looked big enough for them both to be in some serious pain. That thought almost made her grin.

But the fact that she was completely exposed for their view was erotic as hell. Her nipples tightened to hard, aching nubs in the island breeze, and the air felt cool against her open folds.

Den cleared his throat. “We’ll prepare breakfast,” he said before turning away.

Mike winked. “Don’t go anywhere, wench.”

She’d wench him in a minute.

Sirena tested her bonds the moment the men were out of sight. Her ties were firm and strong, but not too tight. She relaxed and stared up at the palm canopy above her. She had time to absorb the smells of the jungle, the ocean, and her own arousal rising from between her thighs. Birds screeched and she heard rustling in the bushes behind her. That gave her heart a little jump. She certainly didn’t want any creatures to come slithering over her now.

It wasn’t long before Mike and Den returned. They each carried a half of a coconut and knelt to either side of her head. Sirena’s heart pounded a little harder but Mike lifted her head and brought his half of the coconut to her lips. The cool coconut milk flowed over her tongue and down her throat. Rivulets of the fluid trickled to either side of her mouth and down her neck.

When he finished feeding her the coconut milk, Mike said, “Can’t have that, love.” He lowered himself to lick the trails of fluid from her face, causing her to tremble with every swipe of his tongue. And then he kissed her. Could that man ever kiss.

He finally drew away and Sirena found herself breathing just a little bit faster and her gaze locked with Mike’s dark eyes. A knowing grin eased across his face and her body heated with desire for him.

Something cool and wet nudged at her lips and drew her attention to Den. “Eat,” he said as he pressed a piece of coconut meat into her mouth.

Sirena took a bit of the crunchy and slightly sweet coconut and chewed it slowly as she watched Den. The man had the most incredible blue eyes, and she loved the way his black hair curled a little at his nape.

She ate the coconut meat until it was gone, and then Den brushed his lips over hers. “Our little island captive,” he murmured. “You’re ours to do with as we please.”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered.

The two men proceeded to rub her body down with sunblock, rubbing the lotion into every part of her flesh that would be exposed to the sun. She was in the shade, but Den said he didn’t want to take any chance of her getting sunburned.

The whole time the men rubbed her down, the ache in her pussy intensified. They paid close attention to her breasts, her mound, between her thighs. She had a feeling they were putting the lotion on her more to torture her than to protect her.

And were they ever torturing her. She squirmed beneath their touches, the need within her becoming greater and greater with every stroke.

“Should we leave her alone for a bit as part of her punishment?” Mike asked as he stared at her body with a hungry, almost feral _expression.

Den nodded, his features taut with his own need. “She needs to learn her lesson.”
But…but…but…
Sirena wanted to beg them to stay, wanted to beg them to relieve the need that was ready to explode within her at any moment.

She stared up into the canopy above her, catching glimpses of blue sky and fluffy white clouds, wondering if other people stranded on deserted islands fucked one another like crazy, as if they might never be rescued.

Or maybe afraid they’d be rescued too soon. It was crazy, but Sirena wasn’t too sure she was ready for her fantasy to end.