Castaways by Cheyenne McCray Page A

they were a Dom or a sub.
    Even though he would share her with Mike, Den had made it clear to his friend that she was his .
    There was something about this woman that called to him, made him want her with everything he had.
    “Do you want me, Sirena?” Den leaned close again and nipped at her ear. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
    She gave a sweet little groan that made his cock impossibly thicker and harder. “Yes, Master.”
    “You’re going to earn a good fuck,” he murmured, and this time she groaned louder. “Face me again and spread your thighs.”
    He watched as Sirena moved her way back around again so that she was facing him, her wrists still bound over her head. It was a little awkward for her with her hands tied up, but she obeyed him perfectly until her back and ass were against the rock and he found himself looking into those beautiful green eyes of hers again.
    Her breasts were red and damp from being pressed against the moist rock, and her nipples were large and taut. The insides of her thighs were slick with her juices and her auburn curls gleamed with moisture in the sunshine that made its way through the palm fronds.
    Den glanced up at her wrists, which were slightly red from the vines, and he hoped they hadn’t chafed her too much. He moved so close to her that her nipples brushed his bare chest and he breathed in her sweet womanly scent as he reached up to untie her.
    When her bonds were undone, he brought her hands up to his face and kissed the inside of her wrists. “Do they feel all right?”
    Sirena nodded. “They’re fine, Master.”
    “Good.” He flicked his tongue on the inside of one of her palms, and then another and felt her hands tremble.
    Damn, but he had to taste her pussy. He could smell her juices and he was almost crazy with the need to feast on her. He took a quick glance around the small clearing they were in, then his gaze settled back on the rocks Sirena had been pressed against. One of them was low enough that he could lift her up to it and her pussy would be at the right position.
    Before Sirena knew what was happening, Den had grabbed her around the waist and was placing her up on one of the boulders. She gave a little squeal of surprise and braced her hands on his powerful biceps. When her ass was on the smooth boulder, he gently pushed her back so that her palms were bracing her on the rock.
    “Bring your pussy closer to the edge of the boulder and spread your thighs,” he said, and Sirena obeyed, wondering what kind of punishment he had in mind for her now. Damn, but she hoped it involved him, his mouth and her pussy.
    Instead of licking her where she wanted him to, he reached for one of her ankles and licked the inside. “You have the sexiest ankles.” He moved to her other one and flicked his tongue over it.
    “It was one of the first things I noticed about you I can’t wait to have them around my neck while I pound in and out of your sweet pussy.”
    Please, oh please.
    She swallowed hard as he brought his face between her thighs and audibly inhaled. “Damn but you smell good, sweetheart.” He flicked his tongue against her clit and she cried out in surprise and at the wonderful feeling of it. “Your taste.” He licked her again and then raised his head so that his incredible blue eyes met hers. “Better than anything I’ve ever tasted before.” A low thrill coursed her belly at his words and at the sensuality in his voice. He grasped each one of her thighs with his hands and then buried his face in her folds.
    Sirena moaned and tipped her face back, closing her eyes and reveling in the feel of Den’s mouth on her pussy, the scrape of his morning stubble against the insides of her thighs.
    That feels so good. So incredible. Yes there. Right there. Almost without thought, she started moving her hips against his face, and she found her climax coming closer and closer, so close she could almost touch it—
    He drew away and she almost cried out her