Castaways (7 page)

By the time they began to make their way out of the small jungle, Sirena’s body felt sore and well used. She glanced up at the man at her side, and his blue eyes met hers, sending a crazy thrill through her body. They’d cleaned up in the stream and she felt refreshed and completely sated.

Den took her hand and brought her to a stop, facing him so that his cock brushed her naked belly and her nipples brushed his bare chest. He reached up behind her and snapped a hibiscus blossom from its bush and twirled it between his fingers in front of her face. The perfect bloom was brilliant red, and she smiled.

He slid his fingers along her cheek, caressing her skin as he brought the bloom to her ear, pushing her long auburn hair over her shoulder at the same time. “You are so beautiful, Sirena.” Those crazy sensations in her belly wouldn’t stop, and only increased as he cupped the back of her head and moved his lips softly over hers. “Beautiful,” he murmured before he kissed her in the sweetest kiss imaginable. Soft, sensual, a mixing of tongues and gentle nips to her bottom lip.

When he finally raised his head, she was breathing hard all over again, and wanting him more than ever. He just smiled and brushed his knuckles across her cheek before turning and starting back toward camp.

It was close to lunchtime when they reached their little shelter, and Sirena discovered she was ravenous.
Sex certainly does work up a good appetite
. She smiled.

The air was filled with what smelled like frying hamburgers and her stomach growled. Mike was sitting beside the fire, tending to the patties he’d made with more canned meat and was cooking on their makeshift grill.

His white teeth flashed against his dark skin when he saw her, and he gave her such a sensual grin that it made her even wetter between her thighs.

“Hi,” she said, almost shyly.

He raised an eyebrow with a slightly amused _expression on his gorgeous features.

“Er, hi, Master,” Sirena hurried to say.

“That’ll cost you, love.” Mike turned to use the butcher knife to flip one of the pieces of meat on the piece of metal he had over the fire.

Den chuckled and released her hand. “We need to get some sunblock on your body.” His gaze raked over her naked form. “We can’t have you getting sunburned, sweetheart.” Sirena felt her body heat at the look in his eyes. She probably looked like she
did
have a sunburn the way she was flushing.

When he came back, he handed her a damp blue, short-sleeved, button-up men’s shirt and a tube of sunblock. “You’d better wear this, too.”

She slipped it on. “I thought I was supposed to remain naked, Master.” He winked as he took the tube and squirted some on his hand before rubbing it into any exposed skin. “Didn’t think about the sun. How about after the sun goes down, and when we’re alone…in the shelter.”

Her gaze darted from him to Mike who was looking at her with a gaze almost as possessive as Den’s, and she swore she was burning up as hot as the fire.

When he finished rubbing sunblock over her body, Sirena started to button up the shirt, but Den grabbed her wrist. “Leave it undone. I want to see all of you that I can, and I know Mike does, too.”

He held her gaze for a long time, before he broke away and moved to the fire beside Mike.

Sirena found her way to one of the coolers around the fire and sat down.

The moment she sat, Den turned his head to look at her. “I want you to sit with your thighs wide so I have a view of your pussy, and the shirt open enough that I can see those beautiful breasts.” Sirena didn’t know if she’d ever stop feeling hot and flushed all over. “Yes, Master,” she said, but slowly opened her shirt and thighs, hesitant and embarrassed. A light breeze tickled her pussy and her nipples as she completely spread herself.

The look on Mike’s face was absolutely carnal and she felt like he was going to drop the knife he was using to flip the meat, stride right over to her and fuck her by the campfire. The mere thought almost caused her to groan out loud. She could just see his hips between her thighs, or having him take her from behind. What would his dark skin look like against hers?

Her gaze darted to Den. But did she want anyone but him in her pussy? There was that connection between the two of them that grew stronger every moment.

“Supplies are already getting low and we might be in for another good blow.” Mike looked up to the sky and Sirena’s gaze followed his to see clouds collecting on the horizon. “I hope we’re rescued soon, mate.”

“No shit.” Den brought out three thin pieces of wood that he handed each of them to use as plates.

Mike speared meat and put two on each piece of wood. He intentionally brushed her nipple with his forearm and she gasped at the feeling it gave her. She bit her lower lip and turned her attention toward her plate and away from thoughts of what she wanted to do with Mike and Den right now.

It smelled so good. Sirena said, “Thank you, Master,” and began eating one of her slices by pulling off small pieces and slipping the hot meat between her lips and sucking the juices from her fingers.

Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head. Canned, processed meat had never tasted so good as it did at that moment. She ate another bite and then glanced up to see the two men watching her lick the juices from her fingers. They both had pained expressions on their faces and she had the feeling they were imagining her mouth and tongue on their cocks again. Their pants were certainly bulging.

She almost grinned and after every bite of the perfectly cooked meat, she made sure she licked her fingers in achingly slow movements that would drive the men out of their minds.

Den knew he was going to have to punish Sirena good for deliberately teasing them like she was

—and he was certain she’d enjoy every minute of it.

When they finished their simple but delicious lunch, the three spent the afternoon gathering more wood to keep the two fires up, and whatever else they could scavenge. They gathered coconuts.

At least they’d have the sweet white meat of the coconuts to eat when they ran out of food. If they didn’t get rescued soon.

While they worked, Den told her she could speak freely without referring to them as Master.

They talked and laughed and he kept finding the woman pulling at his heartstrings. She had a vivacious personality, her eyes sparkling as she giggled and chatted.

Despite her memory loss, he found that Sirena was aware of most other things in life from sports to politics. He frowned as the ever present thought came to the forefront of his mind. What was he doing getting involved with a woman without a past, a woman who’d experienced such trauma in her life that she had no memory of what had happened? And once she recovered her memory, how would she feel about him?

She was too special to let go. He’d known it from the moment that he first saw her. There was just something about Sirena.

Since they’d ended up on the island, whenever they approached the water, he noticed she lost the sparkle in her eyes, replaced by a glint of fear. She stayed as far away from the waves as she could, but never said anything about her obvious alarm. Could it have been the storm and their being stranded?

By the time they finished working, it was early evening. Sirena looked amazingly happy considering they were shipwrecked and had no idea when or if they would be rescued. It was as if all burdens had been raised from her shoulders and she felt completely free by becoming their submissive that day. He was likely seeing a side of this woman that had been buried beneath all the weight she had carried. He was glad to have this opportunity to get to know the real Sirena, the one who was carefree and happy.

But he also wondered how much it bothered her to not know who she was, anything about her past. At the same time, he wanted to get to know the part of her that was missing. She touched something deep inside him, and he needed to find out everything about her.

It was the same evening that Den had fucked Sirena out of her mind, and it was all she could think about. She felt so sensual and free. And when she looked at Mike, she couldn’t help but think about him joining in on the sexual play.

Sirena had gotten to know both men pretty well over the past three or four days. They’d talked, they’d laughed, they’d commiserated on being stranded. She found she really enjoyed Mike’s sense of humor, the wicked way he teased her and the feral look in his eyes when he looked at her.

“What’s your life like in England, Master?” she asked Mike when Den walked into the jungle to relieve himself. “I don’t think I’ve ever been there.”

“Not nearly as exciting as it is here, love,” he said, moving closer to her. They were standing a little way from the shelter, that same shelter that made her break into a sweat every time she looked at it. She knew what was coming soon, and she was so nervous and excited she could hardly stand it.

She cleared her throat, panic welling up inside her. “So you own a software company, Master?”

“I’m CEO, love.” When Mike got within inches of her, she could feel his body heat, smell his own unique manly scent. What would his skin taste like? How would it feel against hers?

She almost couldn’t breathe when he got so close his chest brushed her nipples. “Um, what kind of software, Master?”

“Contact Management.” He caught a handful of her hair, raised it to his nose, and inhaled.

“Sweet,” he murmured. “You smell like sunshine and orchids.” Sirena bit her lower lip, her whole body trembling. She heard Den’s footsteps in the sand as he approached and she started to take a step away from Mike, feeling as if she was betraying Den.

But the large man grabbed her arm and drew her flush against his body.

She gasped at the feel of rough denim against her belly, and a huge, huge bulge beneath it. The feel of his naked chest against her breasts as the shirt she was wearing fell completely open, was enough to drive her crazy.

And then she couldn’t make a sound when his lips came down hard on hers. He drove his tongue into her mouth, making his own claim on her. Mike tasted different than Den, so hot and so untamed. Her whole body was on fire, and those flames doubled when Den moved up behind her, pressing his body against her to sandwich her between the two men. He palmed her breasts as Mike took her mouth.

Sirena could hardly stand. Her mind whirled and her senses went on overdrive. Mike’s kiss was almost punishing, as if paying her back for all her sensual teasing throughout the day. His palm was rough as ran it down her belly to her curls and then he slid two fingers into her wetness.

She cried out into his mouth and then almost screamed with surprise when she felt Den’s finger probing her ass and then forcing its way inside. It burned. It stretched her. It made her feel strange. It made her want to come more than ever.

The two men were working her into a frenzy and she knew she couldn’t last. She was beyond caring. All that mattered now was that incredible climax that these two men would bring her.

She whimpered and her body began to shake. “Don’t come, Sirena,” she heard. Den’s voice.

Coming from somewhere far away. She knew he was there, driving his finger in and out of her ass while palming her breast, at the same time Mike was ravaging her mouth and fucking her pussy with his fingers.

They were merciless. And she couldn’t fight it any longer.

Her climax exploded with such intensity that she screamed into Mike’s mouth. He raised his head and she cried out again, her body bucking against both of theirs. They didn’t stop, they kept on fucking her with their fingers, front and back, fondling her, kissing her, driving her to the brink of insanity. Her body went limp but they held her up, taking her beyond what she ever thought she could handle.

When they finally slowed, finally withdrew their fingers and hands, Sirena would have collapsed if they hadn’t held her up.

Den rubbed his face in her hair, and Mike kissed her again, triggering another spasm in her pussy. And then he murmured above her lips, “That’s going to cost you, love.”

* * * * *

After they had canned chili for dinner, Den had Sirena slip off her shirt so that she was naked again. He loved looking at her body, the full, luscious curves, her beautiful nipples and the soft curls between her thighs.

That orgasm he and Mike had given her earlier had only been a prelude to tonight. He knew they’d driven her beyond her limits, but it was going to be fun dealing out her “punishment” tonight.

But for now, he wanted to spend some time alone with her.

He took her by the hand and led her to the beach. The stars were out in the now cloudless sky, so brilliant they made it easy to make their way down the sandy beach. Water lapped at the sand.

The tide had come in and they were higher up on the shore than they had been earlier.

Den squeezed her hand. “Let’s drop the captive and Master for now, okay, Sirena?” She smiled up at him, and the beauty in that smile just about dropped him to his knees. “Okay.” When they neared the water, she gripped his hand tighter. “I don’t want to walk too close,” she murmured, her voice slightly shaken.

He brought her around to face him and took her other hand so that he held both of them. Her eyes reflected the starlight, and her features were beautiful and fair in the light from the waning moon.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He placed his forehead against hers. “Why are you afraid of the water?” Her lashes fluttered closed for a moment and then her gaze met his again. “All I know is that I can’t swim and that I’m terrified of being near large bodies of water.” Den gave a half smile. “You were certainly in the wrong place then. Aboard a yacht, headed into a storm.”

Sirena tilted her head back and closed her eyes. “I was going to see someone. It’s there, so close.

A friend. But it was crazy for me to be on a boat. Nuts.” She opened her eyes and he brushed his lips over hers causing her to let out a little sigh. “Why don’t we work on this, you and I,” he said as he drank in her beauty. “We’ll take it a step at a time. You’re on an island, surrounded by water. You need to learn how to swim.” Sirena’s heart pounded faster and she shook her head. “I can’t do it.”

“Yes,” Den’s voice came out in that commanding tone he used when she had to call him Master,

“you can and you will.”

Real terror tore through her and she couldn’t help the tears that rolled from her eyes, down her cheeks. “Don’t make me.”

“You need to. We’re on an island. I know you’re strong. You can do this.” He took his thumb and brushed each of her tears away so that she only felt faint wetness on her cheeks. “We’ll take it real slow.”

Sirena straightened her shoulders and raised her chin. “How slow?”

“Tonight we’ll just walk barefoot along the sand where the waves meet the shore.” He squeezed her hand. “I won’t let you go for a minute.”

She swallowed back some of the fear and nodded.
I can do this,
she told herself, but wasn’t sure she could at all.

Den led her down to the wet sand, and her heart beat even faster. The sand felt cool beneath her feet, soft and wet. But when a wave came rushing up to the shore and swirled around her ankles, she froze.

“Just walk.” He tugged at her hand and she moved a little farther down the white sand with him.

Every time a wave curled around her feet she wanted to scream, but she kept on moving, determined she could do it. Whatever she was, she knew she was a strong person. She just knew it.

Then why did my mind go bye-bye?

Gradually, she began to relax and enjoy the walk. A breeze lifted her hair from her shoulders and was cool against her naked skin. She loved the feel of being bare while Den was wearing his jeans. There was something sinfully exciting about it.

Stars glittered overhead and the moon cast a pale glow on the sand so that it was like a sparkling road ahead of them. She found she loved the salty smell of the ocean, even though the thought of actually getting into the water scared her to death. It wasn’t long before she felt the push and pull of the ocean like a tug on her heart, like she belonged here.

But she still couldn’t go into that damn water more than ankle deep. A stream was different. This was open water.

Fortunately Den didn’t make her. Instead, when they reached a certain point on the beach, they turned back toward camp, their hands still locked together.

He talked with her about his construction company, what projects they were working on now.

Even though he was missing at sea, he was certain the company would run efficiently while he was gone. He hired only the best. It had been a while since he’d actually seen fieldwork, his company had grown so big. But he still inspected sites and kept up on the latest advances in his field.

When they reached the shelter, Mike was tending the fire. He glanced up and gave Sirena that rogue’s smile of his and her pussy clenched. She looked at Den and saw the reflection of the fire in his eyes and the desire that must have been mirrored on her face.

“It’s time you start referring to me as Master again, my little island captive.” Den pinched both of her nipples and she gasped at the pain and pleasure of it. “You now have both Mike and me to answer to.”

Her gaze cut to Mike and the big man winked.

Sirena licked her lips and looked back up at Den. “What would you have me do, Master?” Den glanced at Mike and gave his friend a quick grin.

When he turned back to Sirena his _expression grew more serious. He brushed the back of his hand over her cheek and gave a soft smile. “Sleep, Sirena. It’s been a long day. You need to rest up for what we have in store for you tomorrow.”