Secrets of the Siren [Sirens and Sailors 5] (Siren Publishing Classic) (13 page)

He held up some of the thick rope they had used the previous day to tie the pirates.

“Why?” she asked in a weak voice.

“Well, I’m glad you asked me that, darlin’.” He was enjoying this. “Firstly it keeps you in place. You can’t fall off the log if you’re tied on tight enough.”

She gulped as she felt a fire begin to burn in her stomach.

“And secondly, it stops you wriggling out of position. When I put you someplace, that’s where I expect you to stay. Understand?”

She nodded as another gush of liquid escaped into her sodden panties.

“And it’s to stop me running away?” she asked in a quiet voice.

Aitan stared at her in horror. “Darlin’, you would only be there if you wanted to be. You don’t ever have to run away from me, d’ya hear?”

She gulped at the serious look on his face. Her eyes went back to the bench.

“When people play this way, they often use what we call safe words. The words can be anything but they normally use what we call the traffic light system. Red means stop completely. Yellow means they’re getting a little scared or anxious or even sore. Green means they’re fine and want to continue.”

“What’s a traffic light?” She was frowning now.

He chuckled, remembering the simple life she led. “That don’t matter, darlin’, ’cos we won’t be needing them words. If you want me to stop say stop. If you want me to slow down you just have to say. If you’re enjoying it, well…I’ll know you are but you can tell me anyway.” He grinned and she relaxed a little.

Ligia looked around the dark clearing. Aitan was still shining the flashlight on the trunk in front of her, making the rest of the trees and stumps look a little ominous in the shadows. She shuddered, more with excitement than fear, she realized.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. We can go home if you prefer?” He was studying her again. She looked a little disappointed. He was evidently glad.

“Do you want to have a go on the spanking bench? We can stop any time you like.” His voice was low and masterful. It did things to her girly parts. She sighed.
How could he know I wanted this?

“If you want me to be a little rougher on you, darlin’, you only have to ask.”

She stared at him. He seemed to read her mind.
Unless Kally told him!

“Yes. I’d like to try.” Her mouth went dry and her breathing became heavier.

He grinned. “Well let’s have those clothes off of you and get up here, then.”

She stripped in seconds and he helped her climb onto the thick tree trunk. She gasped at the feel of the smooth, cool wood against her bare nipples and her soaking pussy, and her hands and feet felt the rough bark underneath. The contrast in the sensations was exquisite. She laid her face on the extra shiny wood in front of her and sighed. Excitement welled inside her, tinged with a tiny dose of fear.

Aitan carefully tied her wrists and then her ankles, taking care that the rope wouldn’t chafe her soft skin. She reminded herself how much she loved him, and she relaxed a little.

“Now I’m going to spank your butt, darlin’, ’cos I know you’ve been holding out on me.”

She yelped as he smacked her three times in quick succession. It stung and brought tears to her eyes. She felt more shocked than anything else. He rubbed her skin where he had hit it, and she felt a warm glow.

“I know that you’ve wanted to come here, but you didn’t tell me. Is that right?”

She nodded gingerly.

Whack!
He rubbed away the sting.

“I know you want me to be a little rough on you sometimes, ain’t that true?”

She nodded.
He really can read minds
.

Whack!
He rubbed again, caressing her pink skin.

“I also know that you were thinking about not marrying me because of what my family thinks. Ain’t that also the truth?”

She nodded again, tensing herself up for the next smack. It was more of a thud than a sting this time, and not at all unpleasant. She relaxed a little, and forced herself to flex her fingers and toes, which she realized had been screwed up since they started.

“Ligia, darlin’, I don’t want you keeping secrets from me. I want you to tell me everything. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” She found her voice and her heart leapt out to him. The smack she expected didn’t materialize.

“Good. So what went on in our bedroom while I was away?”

She jerked her head up and tried to look ’round, but he was too far away. Her heart was pounding again as she struggled with the answer.

Too late
. Whack!

“I believe I asked you a question, darlin’.”

“Umm, there was this man.” She got the words out just in time.

“And what was he doin’ in our bedroom with you?”

This time she rushed the words out without thinking. “He came to steal our things. I was trying to hide my ring but he caught me. He stole my ring and then he…”

“I’m listening, darlin’.”

“He grabbed me. He said I was his. He pushed me onto the bed. He said he was going to…” She swallowed, trying to get the words out.

Aitan stood patiently listening. Tears were streaming down her face.

“He wanted me but I kicked him in the balls. I got out the window and ran away.”

He smoothed her back as she sobbed into the timber. She suddenly felt relieved. Her body melted into the wood beneath her and she hugged it.

“You should have told that to me when the cops were here, darlin’.” His voice was suddenly hard again, as was the hand which smacked her behind.

She yelped in surprise. As he rubbed the heat into her skin she felt herself relax again.

“Now, tell me how you came to have a knife and go onto that ship on your own.” He was relentless.

She gasped, unaware that he knew any of this.

“I know a lot more than you think, darlin’.” He read her thoughts again. “I’m just upset it wasn’t
you
who told it to me.” His voice sounded stern but sad. She was beginning to realize what his problem was and her heart panged. She had been keeping things from him and he didn’t like it. She could understand that.

Whack!

It was more of a thud, but it prompted her to talk fast.

“I went with Blandon. I took a knife just in case we needed it. I didn’t feel happy with a gun, but I thought I could use a knife.”

Whack, whack, whack!

“You thought about a gun, though?” His voice was hard and rough. Although totally in control, she could tell he was angry at the thought.

“Yes, but I decided against it,” she admitted. “While Blandon worked out the radio and called you guys I went to find Kally and Ademia. I knew they’d come for a look around a short while earlier. Then I saw these two guys so I hid. When they’d gone I went into the room they’d just come out of. It was dark, but I could see people in a cage. I went in and cut their ropes.”

Whack!

“They could’ve killed you.”

She swallowed hard. Although she knew he was angry, something about his voice and the heat on her ass was really turning her on. She was seeing her fiancé in a totally new light and she loved it.

“We got them out.” She hoped that would suffice. She was wrong.

Whack!

Another gush of liquid drenched the wood beneath her. She clenched her pussy tight. Her nipples had hardened and now scraped against the beam, sending a new sensation through her body.

“I happen to know you nearly got caught in that cage.”

Whack!

“And then you didn’t get out while you could, did you?”

There was no denying it.
He knows everything.

“No. Me and Kally went after the two men. We knew they’d be armed and they could easily come after us all. We went to the storage facility and we…we
saw
them.”

She welcomed the thud which pounded her ass, grinding her into the timber. Her pussy was soaked and she felt new sensations throbbing and flitting through and across her body, everywhere.

“What did you see, darlin’?”

As if you don’t know!

“The…the two men had sex.” She breathed the words out, her mind clouding over. Visions of what they did to each other mixed with dreams of what she’d like Aitan to do to her and she felt a fire shoot through her.

“And that turned you on, didn’t it?”

“Yes!”

He gave her one more whack for luck and then quickly untied her from the beam. She felt like she was welded to the log and didn’t want to move. Aitan rubbed her hands and feet to ensure her circulation was OK and then lifted her up in his strong arms. He placed her in a sitting position on one side of the bench.

She felt like she was drifting through a cloudy haze, and she smiled up at him through dilated eyes.

“Now I can’t make love to you the way they did, darlin’, ’cos we need to train your pretty ass up for that first, but I can give you an idea of how it feels.”

He removed his trousers with one hand while holding her safely on the log with the other. Then he scooped her legs up onto his shoulders, opening them wide as he did so. Her slender shoulders lay across the bench and she gripped his arms for balance. His finger probed her dripping pussy and he smiled as he wiped her juice along her perineum and up to her tight rosette. More and more juice found its way up to her ass until he was able to gently press the delicate skin and slip his finger inside.

“Ooh!” She suddenly jumped at the strange sensation. It was a tight, full feeling which wasn’t painful but she wasn’t sure it was comfortable either.

He chuckled deep in his throat. “That’ll be my cock one of these days,” he promised. “Do you want me, darlin’?”

“Yes. Oh yes please!”

He grinned as he pounded his thick, hard cock into her soft, weeping pussy. His finger continued to delve in and out of her ass, creeping a little further each time.

Ligia screamed as the sensations flooded her body. His cock and his finger stretched her at the same time and she felt that she had opened her very soul wide to his mercy. She felt sweat drip down over his thick muscular arm, which pulsated in time to the rhythm of her own heart. Their union consumed her as they both came at the same time. She screamed and threw her head back, causing her small bosom to wobble temptingly in the moonlight. He gave a loud, guttural roar as his orgasm ripped through his body and his burning seed flew straight to her womb. She felt closer to him than ever before, and her pussy clenched his hard cock as aftershocks swept through her exhausted body.

Aitan slowly removed his finger and held her, as her sated body languished over the wooden beam. He pulled his cock from its home, lifted the beautiful woman up in his arms, and laid her over his knee as he sat on the makeshift sofa. This was made from two large tree trunks, one serving as a seat while the other offered support for his weary back. He pulled the Elmwood leaf which had been left strewn over the back and placed it over his sleeping fiancée. Her alabaster skin was flushed and she panted heavily. Her mouth was still smiling as he leant down and kissed her softly on the lips. He cradled her head and watched her as the moonlight washed gently over her beautiful spent body.

“Why don’t we have the meeting out here?” Kalliope suggested. “We won’t all fit in the house and that area the Elders used to have us all in is so hot and dusty. We can sit on the cool grass and we’ve got all the drinks we need here.” She gestured to a large bowl of lemon water which Melantho had mixed, as well as buckets of cool, fresh water.

“It would certainly be cooler than the beach, and more comfortable than on the rocks,” Ligia agreed, looking hopefully at the men.

Rechavia shrugged. “Fine by me.”

“That’s settled then.” Aitan grinned as he winked at Ligia.

“I hope the rest of the day goes as well as that.” Rechavia was concerned about discord among the islanders when they heard the proposals and all the implications involved in getting power over to their home.

They had already decided not to hold the meeting until the afternoon, as they all needed a good rest after the events of the past few days, and they hoped it wouldn’t be too hot once the midday sun had passed over.

“I’ll spread the word,” Blandon offered.

“Me too. I’ll take the top end.” Farris was already on it.

“We could just ring a bell?” Aitan suggested.

“Certainly not!” Melantho looked horrified. “We only make loud noises like that if there’s something
really
wrong. Like when Sofronia fell down the ravine and we needed everyone to go help. We can’t do it just for a meeting.” She was such a shy little thing, it was odd to see her so adamant.

“Yes, ma’am,” Aitan replied with a mock salute. He evidently knew when he was beat.

Melantho giggled nervously, seemingly surprised at her own veracity, and went back to wiping cups ready for the meeting.

Dr. Jay came out of the big house and saw the islanders begin to congregate on the grass outside. Not only had the big house been furnished with a new surgery, but it had also become something of a community hall. It was big enough to hold small gatherings and meetings, and offered plenty of land around it to entertain just about all the islanders at once. He was carrying a chair, which he placed in the shade for Pallas.