Castaways (9 page)

It seemed forever, yet no time at all when the men returned. They were still naked and Sirena licked her lips at the sight of them. Mike with his skin the color of fine black silk, his smooth, bald head, his muscular chest and powerful thighs.

Then Den with his golden tanned skin, his incredibly blue eyes and black hair that contrasted almost startlingly with his eyes. He was well defined, toned, with trim hips and the greatest ass she’d ever seen on a man.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, wench,” Mike said as he knelt between her thighs.

Sirena swallowed, her body trembling at his nearness, at the sight of that cock so near her pussy.

“She certainly has.” Den slapped something across his palm and Sirena’s gaze shot to his hands.

It was the belt.

His eyes were so very hot as he raked his gaze over her and slapped the belt across his palm again.

Her body jerked with the motion of his hand.

And then Mike lowered his head between her thighs, and Sirena couldn’t think anymore. He lapped at her exposed flesh and she cried out as she bucked against her bonds. His tongue felt incredible as he licked and sucked at her pussy and she loved the feel of his smooth bald head on the insides of her thighs. His dark skin against her pale flesh was so erotic that it drove her closer to the brink of climax.

“Oh, God,” she cried as he pressed his face tighter against her folds.

“Master,” Den corrected her as he knelt beside her.

“Yes…Master.” She could barely breathe. Her eyes were wide as she thrashed against Mike’s mouth, her gaze pinned on Den. He gave her that slow, sensual smile of his that told her how much he was enjoying seeing her pleasured, seeing her taken to the brink of orgasm again.

He raised the leather strap and ran it across her nipples while Mike continued licking her pussy.

“Part of your punishment is to be denied climax,” Den murmured as he ran the leather strap up and down Sirena’s belly. “And the last part is the lashing you’re going to get as Mike teaches you about restraining your orgasm.”

Sweat broke out all over Sirena’s body. She bit her lower lip, fighting the climax that Mike was bringing her to. She almost cried in relief when Mike raised his head to look at her, giving her a moment’s reprieve. “Such a delicious wench,” the big man murmured and shoved two fingers into her core.

Sirena gasped and arched up at the same time Den’s strap landed across her breasts and she nearly climaxed. The sting became such intense pleasure that she almost wept with it as he brought down the strap across her belly, her mound, her breasts, never striking the same place twice, never truly hurting her.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Den said as he lightly flogged her. “Hold it back. Take your punishment before you receive your reward.”

Mike continued fucking her with his fingers while Den laid the strap across her breasts. When he started licking her folds again, Sirena was certain she was going to lose it.

“Please, Masters.” Tears ran freely down the sides of her face from the need to climax. “Please let me come.”

Den frowned. “No.” He tossed the strap aside and then straddled her face so that his cock was before her lips, blocking her view of Mike. To her relief, Mike stopped licking her pussy, but yet he continued to drive his fingers in and out of her.

She could do this. She could do this.

Den slid his cock between her lips and began fucking her mouth with slow even strokes. “Lick me, Sirena. Suck me.”

She couldn’t help but tug against her bonds as Mike continued to pound his fingers in her core, and Den slid his cock in and out of her lips. She’d never experienced anything like this, she just knew it. It was incredible.

It was going to drive her out of her mind.

Sirena couldn’t see Mike with Den straddling her face, but he drew his fingers out of her and she felt him move, and then he began spanking her pussy with his cock. He slapped her clit with his hard member, and the image of him fucking her pussy, while Den fucked her mouth, drove her closer to the peak.

She had to come, had to.

No, she couldn’t. She had to obey or she would disappoint Den and be punished in some other way. But her body had the pleasurable sting from Den’s strap, her pussy was on fire from Mike’s mouth and the way he was slapping her clit with his member, and Den was in her mouth. The musky scent of men and sex mixed with the ocean breezes. She could barely hear the roar of the ocean or sounds in the jungle above the pounding in her head.

Just as she thought she was going to lose it, the head of Mike’s cock nudged at her core.

Just as Sirena thought Mike was going to fuck her, both men moved away. Den slipped his cock out of her mouth, and Mike pushed himself to his feet.

For a moment they stood and watched her, and her breath came in shallow pants. She was on fire, she was crazed with need, and these men were torturing her, not allowing her to come and just watching her as she thought she’d die from the want of an orgasm.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?” Den moved back to his knees and pinched her nipples—hard—as he spoke. “Your body flushed with desire, your flesh striped from my brand, your mouth and your pussy hot and wet.”

Sirena swallowed and just looked up at him, her body trembling. She could almost come just by a word, she could swear it.

Den brushed his lips over hers and she gave a sigh of need into his mouth. He moved away again, but this time he reached for one of her wrists and began untying her.

At the same time, Mike worked on one of her ankle ties and in no time all her bonds were undone.

She wasn’t sure whether to be happy about being freed, or upset at the fact they hadn’t fulfilled her need while they had her strapped.

“You have pleased us,” Den said as he brought her wrists down over her head to her waist and massaged them.

Mike’s strong hands worked her ankles. “A fine wench, indeed,” Mike agreed in his strong English accent.

“Do you know what we’re going to do to you now, sweetheart?” Den asked as his gaze held hers.

She shook her head, her hair sliding beneath her on the cloth. “No, Master.”

“We’re going to reward you.” He helped her to a sitting position and she saw the fire in Mike’s eyes when she looked at him.

Den eased himself onto his back next to Sirena. From out of nowhere he produced a condom and slipped it on his erection. Her heart began to pound harder, the thrumming suddenly loud in her ears.

“Straddle me,” he commanded, and Sirena’s entire body shook as she complied. This was it. He was finally going to fuck her, and Mike was right there, too.

When her knees were to either side of his hips, he grabbed her breasts and brought her down so that he was licking and sucking her sensitized nipples. After the lashes across her breasts and her incredible desire, she felt like she was coming unglued.

From her side vision she saw Mike’s cock was sheathed, too, and she went weak. He picked up the tube of sunscreen and squirted a handful of it in his palm.

Den reached down and began probing the entrance to her pussy with his cock and Sirena’s vision blurred as she turned her total attention on him. In the next moment she felt Mike’s hand on her hip while he slipped two lubricated fingers into her ass.

“Relax, wench,” Mike said as he guided his fingers in and out of her anus. “I’ve got something a whole lot bigger for you to enjoy.”

“Are you ready?” Den said through gritted teeth.

“Am I ever, mate.” Mike slipped his fingers out at the same time Den placed the head of his cock right at the entrance to her core. Mikes thick, lubricated erection nudged her ass and Sirena held her breath.

“Fuck her, Mike!” Den shouted, and then both men rammed into her at once.

Sirena screamed. From pleasure from pain, from every kind of feeling imaginable. So many sensations assaulted her at once. The feel of Den’s large cock filling her pussy, and then Mike inside her ass, his own large member stretching her beyond belief. The sensation of him sliding in and out of her was mixed—a burning feeling blended with the most intense pleasure one could imagine.

She whimpered as both men fucked her at the same time. Nothing had prepared her for this feeling. Even when they’d both had their fingers inside her last night, even all that they had done to her body today—this was…beyond incredible. Beyond what she could have expected in her wildest, wildest dreams.

“That’s it, baby.” Den slammed his hips up, burying himself deep within her. “Take us both, take all we can give you.”

Mike reached around and tweaked her nipples, his large body snug against hers while he moved in and out. “Do you like it, wench? Do you like the feel of two cocks in you at the same time?”

“Y-yes, Master.” Sirena was sobbing now. She couldn’t take it much longer. She was going to explode. “May I come now, Masters? Please!”

“
No
,” they both said at the same time and she bit back a cry.

“We’re going to fuck you hard, baby.” Den thrust up. “And you’re going to hold back until we’re ready. Isn’t that right?”

Sirena bit her lip and nodded. She managed a “Yes, Master,” barely able to get the words out of her mouth.

“This is part of your punishment,” he said as he drove into her. “You’ll receive your reward when we’re ready to give it to you.”

The men fucked her mercilessly, until her body felt like it was one solid ball of fire. She was in the flames when she heard Den shout from somewhere in the inferno, “Come, Sirena. Right now.

Come!”

She screamed. She felt like she exploded to every corner of the island. Fire raged in her mind, around her, within her body. Both men continued to fuck her and she sobbed and begged them to stop, but they wouldn’t.

Not until finally Mike shouted, his cock throbbing as he came in her ass, and Den groaned his own release, and she felt the pulsing of him within her pussy. Every throb, every pulse, made her body jerk, her orgasm continue on and on.

When finally the men stopped moving inside her, and her orgasm continued to come in small bursts, she collapsed against Den’s chest, barely able to breathe. She was vaguely aware of Mike’s partial weight on top of her, the slickness of Den’s and Mike’s skin against hers and the rapid beating of their hearts, pulsing as one.

And then the flames within her mind and her body faded, and she slipped into darkness.

* * * * *

Den held Sirena’s hand and led her into the ocean. She was wading deeper into the water now, farther every day. Today they made it up to her waist, and she had a vivacious, triumphant smile as she looked up at him.

“I’m doing it,” she said, squeezing his hand tighter.

He raised his wet hand and rubbed his thumb over her cheek. “I’m proud of you, Sirena.” He brushed his lips over hers. A larger wave struck them, splashing against their faces and he felt Sirena grow stiff beside him.

But then she looked up into his eyes and smiled again. “I’m all right when I’m with you.” In the few days after their first ménage, Den hadn’t wanted to be away from Sirena. He didn’t want to let her out of his sight—and she didn’t seem to mind. They spent time with Mike, but Den knew he had growing feelings for Sirena, and she for him. The three had a bond, too, and indulged in sexual play. But Den would take Sirena off for their own private enjoyment, too, and the closeness was undeniable.

Den could feel it—he was certain she cared for him as much as he cared for her. And no matter how short their time had been on this island, he knew he was falling in love with this woman. He loved her passion, her smile, the way she felt in his arms, the way she trusted him.

But what would happen when she finally remembered who she was? Would she regret what had happened between the two of them? Between the three of them? Would he lose her trust because he had allowed their relationship to go as far as it had? She enjoyed it now, he had no doubt, and she
had
been on the yacht going to The Playground, but would that make a difference?

Den led Sirena deeper into the water, until it was up to their necks. The water was calm and despite the glimpses of momentary fear he caught in her eyes, she was doing great.

“Now I’m going to teach you to float on your back,” he said at the same time he scooped her up in his embrace, one hand under her knees. They were both naked, as they always were when swimming, and he loved the feel of her skin against his.

Sirena yelped when he swept her up and clung to him, but he spoke soothing words and she calmed and allowed him to tip her so that the back of her head was in the water.

They’d been on the island over a week now, and their supplies were running out, and all of them were growing worried. Once they saw what appeared to be a boat on the distant horizon, and they lit the bonfire…but nothing. The boat disappeared from sight and the three were left feeling helpless, but Den refused to feel hopeless.

Gently, Den coaxed Sirena to relax, helping her to straighten out and let the water support her weight.

“Don’t let me go,” she said, her body stiffening again.

He kissed her forehead, and she tasted salty beneath his lips, of ocean and woman. “I won’t. Not until you’re ready.”

“I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready,” she said, but she already trusted him, and he knew she would be floating on her back in no time. First step was getting her comfortable in the water and accustomed to its buoyancy and learning to float, and then he’d work on teaching her basic survival techniques.

A buzzing sound caught his attention, and instinctively he snatched Sirena up in his arms.

“Plane!” he shouted to Mike who was on the beach, manning the fire, ready to set the bonfire aflame when needed.

Sirena clung to him as he pushed against the water to get them to the shore, and then they both ran up the sand. The bonfire was already flaming and smoking by the time they reached Mike.

She hurried to snatch up her shirt and started jumping up and down and waving as the plane came closer. Den jerked on his jeans and joined her, waving his arms, hoping against hope that the plane would spot them.

The little red commuter plane rumbled overhead, and for a moment, Den’s heart stopped. It looked like the plane was going to pass on by. But then it began to make a huge arc and circled the island. Not once, but twice. It tipped its wings, as if in acknowledgment, and then settled back on its original course.

Sirena flung herself into Den’s arms, tears rolling down her face. “They saw us. They saw us!” He found himself choking up, too, and when Mike slapped him on the back, he could see the emotion in the big man’s dark eyes.