Castaways by Cheyenne McCray

shoulders and down her spine.
    “Yes, Master.” Goose bumps rose on her skin and she fought to hold back her moans of pleasure.
    “Because I forgot to address you properly, and because I ran into you when you stopped.”
    “Good girl. Although I should also punish you just because you enjoyed sucking Mike’s cock too much.” He caressed her ass with the vine, then slipped it between her thighs and nudged her wet folds with it. “You belong to me, don’t you,” he said as a statement, rather than a question.
    The thrill of his words curled deep in her belly. “Yes, Master.”
    “But you want Mike to fuck you at the same time I do, don’t you,” he said, again as a statement rather than a question.
    Sirena felt heat rise to her cheeks. Her fantasy—yes. To have Mike and Den at one time.
    “Answer me.” His voice was a low growl. “Do you want Mike to fuck you?” She swallowed. She heard the possessiveness in his tone, and wasn’t sure if she could or should tell him the truth.
    A hard swat of the vine landed across her ass and she cried out, the sound of her voice echoing through the jungle.
    “The truth, Sirena.” His voice was as hard as the lash had been across her skin.
    “Yes, Master,” she whimpered. “I want you both to take me at the same time.”
    “I thought so.” He swatted her again and she jerked against the vine. “You’re lucky I promised Mike a good fuck with you, the three of us. Otherwise I wouldn’t share you with anyone.” All this talking about being fucked by Mike and Den was going to drive her out of her mind.
    “Yes, Master.”
    He nudged her folds harder with the vine. “Do you know what I’m going to do to punish you for wanting him so much?”
    Sirena’s throat worked to hold back a sound of nervousness. “You’re—you’re going to whip me.”
    “That’s right,” he said, so close to her ear, that his warm breath feathered across her skin. “I’m going to make this sweet little ass of yours a delicious pink that Mike will see when he takes you from behind.” He moved his mouth close to her other ear. “You still have some delightful welts from your spanking this morning.”
    He moved back and before Sirena could catch her breath, a lash landed against her thighs. She screamed in surprise and at the sting, startling a flock of birds from their perches in the branches.
    Their plumage was bright and beautiful, and the flood of pleasure flowing through her body now was nearly as fine.
    “Just remember,” he said in between lashes, “you’re not allowed to come without my permission.”

    One lash fell and then another and another. Sirena found herself fighting against the bindings around her wrists without even realizing it. Tears formed in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.
    How could it hurt so much and feel so good at the same time? How could her climax be rushing toward her with the fury of a hurricane, just waiting to suck her up with its power?
    With every stroke her nipples scraped the boulder in front of her and she found herself arching back into every lash, rubbing her nipples against the rock at the same time.
    When the whipping finally stopped, Sirena wasn’t sure if she was glad or disappointed. What kind of crazy thought was that?
    Den had never found himself more on the edge of losing control than he was at that moment. He wanted so badly to release his cock and ram it into Sirena’s tight pussy right now. She was beautiful, her body striped pink and white over her back, thighs and ass with his mark of ownership, her auburn hair floating around her shoulders and her head tilted back in ecstasy.
    The more he’d spanked her, the more she had started to raise her body into the lashes, as if she wanted it, needed it. Yeah, Mike had been right. Sirena was a born submissive. She certainly hadn’t been going to The Playground for any other reason. Only singles were allowed—singles intent on experiencing all a BDSM resort had to offer, whether