Castaways by Cheyenne McCray Page B

disappointment.
    “Look at me,” he demanded.
    She tilted her face back down to meet his gaze again.
    “You were close to coming,” he stated.
    Sirena bit her lower lip then nodded. “Yes, Master.”
    He shook his head as if extremely disappointed in her. “That won’t do. You know that I’ll have to punish you more if you climax without my permission.” She nodded again.
    “Remember…” he slipped two fingers inside her core and she gasped, “this is all about my pleasure. It pleases me to touch you, to taste you, to see your body flushed with desire, to see you with a look of ecstasy on your face.”
    The burn of her ass mingled with the pleasure of his fingers moving out of her pussy and then circling her clit. “It will not please me if you come before I give you permission,” he added.
    She wanted to kick him and jump him all at the same time. How good it would feel to knock him back on his ass, release his cock and ride him for everything he had. But instead she tried to look contrite. She knew it was the only thing that would get her want she wanted, and that was all of him. “Yes, Master.”
    Den helped Sirena down off the boulder so that she was standing before him. He brushed his lips over hers and let her taste herself as he darted his tongue into her mouth. He couldn’t help but deepen the kiss, taking from her and giving her all he could. He thrust in and out of her warmth and then nipped at her lower lip. She gave another one of her sweet little moans and he thought he was going to come in his pants like a teenager.

    “On your knees.” He pressed down on her shoulders at the same time he spoke, until she was kneeling in the grass and soft brown earth. “Unfasten my jeans.”
    “Yes, Master.” She did as he ordered, no hesitation at all. Her hands fumbled a bit, but that only made his need that much greater.
    He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning when she finally freed his cock. “Suck me,” he ordered, but she was already going down on him. She swirled her tongue over the head, licking the drop of semen from the slit before enveloping him in her heat.
    It felt so damn good to be in her hot mouth again. He grasped one hand in her thick auburn hair and pumped his hips against her face. She kept her eyes on him as he watched his cock move in and out, in and out.
    His mind whirled with the intensity of his need to climax, and he could barely hold back. She was so warm and wet, and the way she applied suction to his cock while fondling his balls was almost more than he could bear.
    But he needed to be inside her when he came. And he needed to be inside her now.
    “Take off my jeans,” Den ordered Sirena, and her heart pounded as she gladly complied. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and she was treated to a full view of his incredible male body and his delicious cock as she fully revealed it and the sac below.
    When he stepped out of his jeans he kicked them aside, a serious look upon his chiseled features.
    Still on her knees, Sirena looked up at him and reveled in the perfect male specimen before her.
    The carved muscles of his biceps, his powerful chest that narrowed down to trim hips. He had great thighs, thick and muscular, and her pussy spasmed at the thought of those thighs between hers.
    He took her by the hand and led her to a grassy, mossy place beside the stream. He brushed away a few rocks and pebbles and a stick or two, and had her lie down. It was damp and a little bumpy, but the moss felt good against her back. The stream trickled near her ear, a kind of music that enhanced the moment.
    “Spread you thighs,” he said as he looked down at her, that fierce _expression still on his face.
    “Finger your pussy and play with your nipples.”
    Heat rushed through Sirena at the thought of doing such an intimate act in front of him. She wondered if it was something she’d done before—before she had lost her identity.
    “Yes, Master,” she murmured, as her hand