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look surprised. Instead, a commanding look came across his features. “The first thing you’ll do is choose a safe word. If you speak that word at any time, then this ends. There will be no going back.”
    “Safe word.” She took a deep breath. “Okay… Um…accountant.” Where the hell had that come from?
    Mike laughed from behind her and the corner of Den’s mouth quirked into a smile. “Accountant it is.”
    Cupping her cheeks Den looked into her eyes. “Do you feel all right? Are your headaches gone?” Sirena rested her cheek against his palm. She felt safe with him, and he was genuinely concerned for her. Her headache had become a mere fuzziness over the past few days, and all she felt were a few lingering aches and pains. “I’m fine. Especially when I’m with you.” Den gave her a soft, sweet kiss. “You’re mine now, sweetheart.” She whispered, “I’m yours.”
    His tone changed to one of supreme dominance. “Then it starts now.” He shoved the covering off the three of them and pushed himself to his feet so that he was standing in the shelter. It was just high enough that it grazed the top of his head. Mike rose to stand beside him, his arms folded across his broad chest. Both men looked dead serious and Sirena fought down a rise of panic.
    Through the open door of the shelter she could see the low smoldering fire, the expanse of white sand and the endless crystal blue ocean. She heard the screeching of birds and judging by the light, it was still early morning. Maybe she should make a run for it while she still had time.
    “On your knees.” Den indicated with his hand for her to rise. “Strip off your shirt.” Biting the inside of her cheek, heart pounding like mad, Sirena got to her knees. Her gaze focused on their cocks, hard bulges beneath the sturdy cotton of their jeans.
    “Hurry, wench,” Mike demanded, and his incredibly deep voice sent a thrill straight to her pussy.
    “Then push your shorts down to the floor.”
    Sirena’s hands trembled as she reached for the bottom of her t-shirt, pulled it up over her head, and tossed it aside. She felt embarrassed yet free at the same time with her large breasts bared for their pleasure. She hurried to push down her shorts until they reached the floor of the shelter. Her eyes rose to meet theirs. She couldn’t believe how erotic it felt kneeling between the two men with virtually nothing on, her breasts and the soft curls of her mound bared to their gazes. Her long auburn hair fell over her shoulders to the middle of her back, tickling her skin.
    “Widen your thighs.” Den crossed his arms over his chest just as Mike had. The two men looked like warriors side-by-side, and it was delicious feeling like their captive.
    Sirena pushed her thighs as far apart as was possible with the shorts around her knees. She felt bound by the cloth, unable to move any more than she had. Cool morning air stroked her damp folds and she shivered. Not from the chill, but from excitement.
    “From now on,” Den said, his gaze never wavering from hers, “you will address each of us as Master. If you fail to do so, you will be punished. Do you understand?” Slowly Sirena nodded. “Yes.”
    “Yes, what?” Mike growled.
    “I mean yes, Master,” Sirena said in a rush. She liked saying the word. Liked the way it sounded coming from her lips. Liked the submissive way it made her feel.
    Den walked around her, studying her, causing her body to tighten in anticipation. What would he do to her now?
    He stopped at one corner of the shelter and grabbed the shredded blouse that she had been wearing when they first arrived. His muscles rippled as he tore off a strip of the material and tossed it to Mike, who easily caught it.
    Sirena’s apprehension mounted as Mike moved behind her. In the next moment he grabbed her wrists, jerked them back and bound them with the torn material. While Mike was binding her, Den slowly unfastened his belt and drew it out of the