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bushes, and brushed the curls between her thighs. The constant squawks and screeches of birds mixed with the distant sound of the ocean.
    Den stopped so abruptly that Sirena was caught off-guard. She ran right into him and her tight nipples grazed his bare back. He cast a look over his shoulder as she stepped away.
    She did her best to look contrite. “Sorry, Master.”
    Den turned and cupped her face in his large hands. “Sweetheart, you’re in big trouble now,” he said, and she could tell he was trying to hold back a grin.
    She held back her own smile and bit her lower lip at the sensual look in his eyes.
    He grabbed her hand and led her to the small stream. When they reached it, Den turned back to her and crushed his mouth to hers in a hard, dominating kiss that made her head spin. His hand cupped her ass and he rubbed his erection against her belly, the tough material of his jeans abrading her soft skin. Sirena reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her.
    The way he tasted her, the way his tongue delved into her mouth demanding more of her made her crazy with desire. He bit her lower lip hard enough to make her cry out and he took her mouth forcefully again. His work-roughened hands moved from her face, down her neck and to her breasts. He pinched and pulled her nipples and she moaned beneath his expert touch.
    When he finally released her, she saw the rise and fall of his bare chest, the wild look of lust in his eyes. His _expression was absolutely carnal and she wondered if he was going to throw her down on the ground and pound into her right this very moment.
    Please, oh please, oh please.
    She’d been needing an orgasm since they’d left her squirming for more this morning.
    “Now for your punishment,” he murmured as his fingers continued to pinch her nipples so hard she had to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out.
    His gaze raked the trees surrounding them and settled on some vines twisting around the trunk of one of the trees.
    He backed her up against the smooth boulders beside the stream until she felt the cool press of stone against her backside. “Don’t move,” he ordered her in that dominating tone that made her pussy clench.
    “Yes, Master.” She placed her palms flat against the rock while he went to one of the trees and started to unravel a vine wrapped around its trunk. The spring made happy trickling sounds beside them and she could feel moisture seeping from the smooth boulder against her back.
    When he returned he said in a commanding tone, “Raise your hands over your head.” He was a good six inches taller than she and he easily wrapped the vines around her wrists and tied them to a branch overhead, just tight and high enough that she was standing on the tips of her toes. Her breasts thrust out and he ducked his head and ran his warm tongue over each nipple, drawing a whimper from her lips. When he raised his head she felt cool air brushing her tightened wet nipples. It felt absurdly incredible being bound and completely at his mercy.
    “Spread your legs,” he ordered as he backed away, and she could just imagine her juices glistening on her thighs, she was so turned on.
    He slipped her fingers into her wetness, his eyes focused intently on her. “Do you want to come, my little island captive?”
    She nodded. “Please, Master.”

    Den shook his head and thrust his fingers deep inside her core at the same time he said, “You must be punished before you can climax, sweetheart. If I let you climax.” He lifted a piece of vine that he had left over after he had bound her wrists. “Turn around and face the rock.”
    Swallowing back a small burst of fear, she struggled with her bonds and rather ungracefully managed to turn her back to him so that she was resting against the cool and moist stone, her breasts pressed flat and her mound grinding against the smooth rock.
    “Do you know why you’re being punished?” Den asked as he trailed the vine over her