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    “What are you going to do with that?” Her eyes widened and her voice trembled.
    Den doubled the strap and slapped it across his hand. “Are you forgetting something, Sirena?” She was so friggin’ overwhelmed, scared of the belt, not to mention horny as hell, that at first she didn’t know what he meant. Then it dawned on her. “Oh! I mean Master. What are you going to do with that belt, Master?”
    His features remained serious. “I warned you that you would be punished if you forgot your place, didn’t I?”
    Sirena licked her lips. “Yes, Master.”
    Den slapped the belt across his hand again. “You have to be taught a lesson so that you don’t make the same mistake again.”
    He nodded to Mike who lowered himself to sit with his legs crossed. She yelped as the large man reached out, grabbed her and threw her over his lap so that her breasts hung over one jean-clad thigh, her ass high in the air, with her hands bound behind her.
    Mike rubbed her ass with his big hand and slid one finger into her folds, causing Sirena to jerk in surprise, then moan at the wonderful sensation. “The wench is wet and ready.” She couldn’t see Den’s face or what he was doing with the belt, but she tensed in nervous anticipation. Was he going to spank her? Would it hurt?
    The first slap across her ass caused her to cry out from the pain. Tears burned her eyes and she’d almost called out her safe word when she realized that she felt a tingling pleasure rising up, spreading throughout her.
    With the next spanking, Mike thrust two fingers inside her core at the same time the leather landed across her ass. Her scream was louder this time, from the combined pain and pleasure the men were dealing out.
    “Have you learned your lesson, yet, Sirena?” Den asked as she felt the soft rub of leather across her ass while Mike kept his fingers inside her.
    “Yes, Master.” She squirmed on Mike’s lap, so, so close to climaxing from the experience.
    Den moved around and crouched down in front of her so that she could see him. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and she gave a soft cry as he gently pulled her head up so that her eyes met his.
    He kept his hold on her hair while rubbing the leather belt over each of her nipples. Oh, God, he was driving her crazy. “We have several rules for you to follow, captive.” She gulped at the serious look in his eyes. “Yes, Master.”
     
    “You’ll be naked whenever we want it, the remainder of the time we’re on this island.” Even as heat rushed to her face, he continued, “You’ll see to our pleasure whenever we demand it.” He dropped the belt and pinched one of her nipples so hard she gave a sharp cry. “And you will never climax without my permission.”
    Sirena was so close to coming she was ready to scream, and here he was telling her that she had to have his permission. Mike’s fingers were up her pussy, his other hand fondling her heated ass as she lay across his lap, her hands tied behind her back. Den had a hold on her hair and was squeezing first one nipple then the other while he waited for her answer.
    Mike thrust his fingers harder in and out of her channel and Den pinched her nipple tighter. She began to tremble so badly, her body needing the release he denied her. Screw them both, she was going to come whether they liked it or not.
    They both stopped touching her at once, as if reading her thoughts, leaving her hanging at the edge.
    Den still had a hold on her hair, and she couldn’t tear her gaze from his deep blue eyes. “Yes, Master,” she finally said, even as her body quivered with need.
    “Too late.” Den shook his head. “We’ll come up with a suitable punishment for you for not responding immediately.” He released her and stood. “But for now you’ll see to our pleasures.” Sirena was seriously beginning to wonder what the hell she’d gotten herself into, but at the same time she felt completely turned on.
    Mike pulled her shorts the