He continued to tease her back with the soft grasses. She found it relaxing, calming. She arched into the sensation.
“I told him that when we were Sirens we were responsible for getting supplies for the island. That we had s-sex and got rid of the bodies afterward. That the salvage parties raided the ships. I’m so sorry. I was so stupid.” The tears continued to flow down her cheeks and she sobbed so hard she could hardly speak any more.
The thrashing she had been expecting never came. Instead she was vaguely aware of him untying the rope. He started with her hands.
“Hold onto the tree for balance,” he urged as he untied her feet. Her legs were trembling, as was the rest of her body. He held her as he freed her ankles and lifted her in his strong arms. She draped her arms around his neck and snuggled into his bare chest, where she continued to weep uncontrollably. A fallen tree served as a makeshift sofa, with another larger one behind it for support. He grabbed the large elmwood leaf that he had left strewn over the back and wrapped her up in it, cuddling her and soothing her.
“It’s all right, pretty maid,” he assured her. “It’s all right now.”
He kissed the top of her head gently and stroked her face. She soon fell fast asleep in his arms. He held her while she slept, calming himself, trying to make sense of it all. The events of the past couple of days whirled through his mind until he, too, found himself dozing.
When he awoke, it was getting dark. He lifted her in his muscular arms and carried her back to the hut. Her eyes flickered open as he laid her on the bed.
“We’re home?”
“Yes, pretty maid. You’ve had a good sleep.”
He smiled at her.
God, he was gorgeous!
Guilt stopped her from smiling back at him. His big, soft eyes looked haunted, disappointed. She knew she was the cause of it. She had never felt guilty of anything before, but she did now. It wasn’t just what she had done but what she had done to him.
“I’m so sorry,” she muttered, fighting back tears again.
“I know.” He leaned over her and stroked her hair away from her face. He gazed into her eyes, like he was looking into her soul. She prayed that he could tell that she really meant what she said. She was sorry. She had never felt more sorry in her life. Shit, this was all so new to her.
“You scared me,” she whispered.
He was still staring into her face. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” It was then that it dawned on her. She had never really thought about her feelings before, probably because she had never felt so strongly about anything or anyone before. She sniffed and blinked back the threatening tears. “I was scared you would leave me.”
“I would never leave anyone tied up,” he assured her, still stroking her black hair.
“I mean, leave me for good.”
“Oh.”
“You won’t, will you? You will stay with me?” Her eyes were large, pleading with him.
“Is that what you really want?” He looked sad, unsure.
“Yes, oh yes.” She reached up tentatively and ran her hands through his dark, tousled hair, pulling him toward her. As his lips met hers she felt a pang in her stomach. His kiss began soft and loving. That wasn’t what she wanted. Not from him. Her tongue delved into his hot mouth and explored it, tangling with his tongue as their breathing became heavier. He held the sides of her head as his tongue gathered pace and he took over, devouring her willing mouth. She felt controlled by him. This was what she wanted, she realized. He held her where he wanted her and invaded her mouth. She relished it.
“I want you,” she muttered into his mouth as her hands explored his ripped chest, as though discovering his body for the first time. This all felt so new, somehow. His muscular shoulder rippled as he caressed her hair and face. His chest was tight and smooth. He had a six-pack to die for. Her fingers lingered delicately on his nipples, then traced the line of muscles down his body. She felt a hot gush of fluid escape her aching pussy and soak her panties.
“Are you sure?” His voice was deep and ragged. She had never been surer in her life, but the sadness in his eyes told her he doubted himself. She had been with someone else. Not him. She had let someone else do the things he did with her. She lowered her eyes in shame. She hadn’t given him a second thought at the time, had not even considered how he would feel. She never had. Rechavia was such a strong, tough guy that she never really thought about his feelings. Oh, she loved the way he showered her with compliments, how he made her feel when he touched her, made love to her, but she had never thought of what she was giving him in return. She knew she was beautiful, she had a perfect body. That, and her self-confidence had always allowed her to get away with anything, from disobeying orders to hurting people’s feelings. She had never really thought about it. Until now.
“Do you really want me, pretty maid?”
His words cut into her. She looked back into his dark brown eyes. For the first time she saw a vulnerability there. She looked away, ashamed that she had put it there This man who was always so confident, so self-assured, now looked vulnerable and unsure. She felt her heart dip. This wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted him the way he had been in the woods. She wanted him strong, righteous, dominant. She craved it, needed it.
“Yes.” Her chin went up and she was looking straight into his eyes. She had never wanted anyone more, never needed anyone more.
Her surety empowered him. His jaw straightened and she felt his muscles ripple as he took a deep breath. In that instant his whole demeanour changed. She gulped. This was more like it. He gracefully lifted his body from the bed and looked down at her.
“Then strip.” His words were deep and his voice was low. She was getting to know that voice now. That voice was not to be messed with. It meant business.
Her heart thumping, she leapt from the bed and removed her bikini. It was quite dark now, but the moon provided adequate light, and their eyes had easily adjusted. She was about to get back on the bed but stopped in her tracks. Was that what he wanted? She looked up at him. His eyes were almost black.
“On your knees.”
Oh God!
She carefully knelt on the floor in front of him, a thrill brewing in her stomach.
His hands went to his trousers and he fumbled with the zip. Despite his stance and commanding presence, she saw his hand tremble. He’s as excited as I am!
Her hands came up to help him, and a slight nod told her it was OK to proceed. She undid his trousers and immediately his huge cock sprang free. She breathed deeply, inhaling the manly scent, and automatically licked her lips at the large drop of liquid which sat on the massive, purple head. She looked up at him questioningly. Was it really OK to do this after what she did with Durango? She shuddered at the thought of what she had done. How could she? How could anyone want him instead of Rechavia?
A large hand cupped her chin and knowing eyes smiled at her. He can read minds!
“Lick it,” he said in answer to her unasked question.
Relief shot threw her body like a wave of cool water. She eagerly opened her mouth wide and engulfed the velvet tip. It tasted salty and hot. Her tongue laved the long stem and she heard him moan with delight. As she whirled around the enormous length, relaxing her throat to fit it in her mouth, she could taste another helping of fluid escaping him. She slurped willingly and felt her breathing become heavier. He was panting and jerking his body. Withdrawing from his cock momentarily, she kissed and licked his large, hard balls, and ran a finger along his perineum. She heard him gasp, and smiled to herself. This felt right.
“Suck my cock.” She could hear a trembling undercurrent to his deep voice that told her that he was starting to lose control.
Her eager lips engulfed his aching member and her eyes shot up to his as she sucked back down its length. His hooded eyes gazed down
at her. She noticed his glazed expression as he climbed the heights of ecstasy.
“You drink it down.” His vo
ice was husky and low.
The fire welled in her stomach as she licked and sucked at him, feeling his tension rise. Stimulated by ever-increasing passion she tasted his pre-cum as she laved her hot tongue over the sensitive tip of his pulsating cock. She could hear his frantic breathing and a loud groan as he thrust deeper into her hot mouth, his seed shooting down her open throat. She swallowed, silently begging for more. He obliged and it flowed like molten lava, coating her throat in its delicious cream. She sucked and licked feverishly at his boiling cock as his breathing slowed and his body relaxed.
With another deep breath, he lifted her and placed her gently, belly down, over the width of the bed. He bent her legs up and out to the sides, making her gasp as her pussy was lifted slightly up in the air.
“Hold on.” He sounded raw, primal, as he commanded her.
She grabbed the edges of the large elmwood leaf which served as a bedcover, and gasped as she felt his hot, wet tongue sweep from her aching pussy to her ass. Although totally unexpected, the sensations were exquisite and she clenched her teeth in delight. His finger followed, probing gently into her open pussy, before sliding over her perineum and exploring the rim of her ass. She felt a slight pressure as his finger threatened to invade it and her breath hitched.
She felt the leaf stretch as he climbed onto the bed, his hard cock exploring her sensitive areas. She jumped when it ran a circle around the rim of her ass and she felt it press against her virginal hole.
“Oh!”
A chuckle came from deep in his throat, and his cock trailed back to her pussy. Her mind was still on the sensations he had caused in her ass. Full, heavy and yet not altogether unpleasant. She imagined what it would be like to allow him to penetrate her there, and a gush of liquid flooded the leaf under her. He was rubbing his thick cock up and down her pussy, not quite entering her. Frustration rose in her and she wiggled her backside, trying to coax him in.
“Please, Rech!” She gasped as the feeling became too much to bear.
His mouth was next to her ear as he whispered, “Please what?” His hands trailed down to her pert breasts, which hung down pendulously, giving them a larger appearance than usual. His thumbs rubbed over her hard nipples and she clenched her pussy.
“Take me!” She could hardly spit the words out as her breathing became so rampant.
“Take you where, pretty maid?” His breath was hot, and his mouth licked her ear as he spoke.
Oh God!
His cock continued its slow assault up and down her pussy, rubbing against her labia and around her clit, not quite touching the sensitive tip.
“My pussy! Fuck my pussy!” She almost screamed in her frustration, begging for release.
Another deep chuckle. He shifted slightly and his cock tore into her waiting hole. The sensations swept up inside her and she gasped. She had forgotten quite how long it was, as it kept up the pace and appeared to go right into her womb. Slowly he started to withdraw. She didn’t think she could stand it any longer.
“Rech!”
He slammed into her again, hard and fast. The relief was exquisite. He continued ramming in and out until she peaked. She screamed her orgasm over and over as he continued his torment. Just when she thought it was finished the sensations gathered again. She squeezed the leaf in her hands and screwed her face up tight, thankful that he couldn’t see her expression. She pushed back as he thrust forward and her drenched pussy squeezed his burning cock for all she was worth. Only then did she find the relief she craved. He found his release at the same time and grunted deeply as he spent his seed.
Her breath started to slow, and he laid his head on her back. She could feel his weight and the sweat that poured down his face. She sagged down onto the bed, exhausted and spent. He gently raised himself from her and tenderly lifted her legs to a more comfortable position as she swung herself round the bed so her head lay on a soft pillow. She could feel the strain in her legs from being in such a position for so long, and he helped her bend and straighten them a few times until she was comfortable.
Still panting, he lay down beside her, his beautiful face now relaxed and serene. She gazed at him as he put an arm around her shoulders. Part of her just wanted to snuggle contentedly into his chest, but the other part wanted to look into that gorgeous face. She noticed him frown and then realized that tears were pouring down her face. She couldn’t stop the deluge, though she didn’t know why they were there. He turned his concerned face to hers, studying her closely.
“What is it, pretty maid?” His voice was soft and tender, as was the finger which wiped the tears from her cheek.
She shook her head, helplessly. “I don’t know.” Her squeaky voice surprised even her, but it was all she could manage.
He pulled her close and cradled her in his muscular arms. She let the tears roll, her emotions a mixture of happiness and sadness, though she wasn’t quite sure what had caused her melancholy. She snuggled into his strength and closed her eyes, breathing in his masculine scent. The air was filled with sex and sweat. She wasn’t sure how long she lay there until the darkness and exhaustion submerged her into a deep sleep.
Chapter 8
“You two seem to be getting on better,” Aitan remarked with a cheeky grin, as they hauled the ship into the harbour a couple of days later.
Rechavia grinned back, tying the ropes to the little wooden post on the jetty. “We are.” He wasn’t giving much away.
“Ligia’s been giving Kally tips on housekeeping. She said she’s amazed at how much Kally really wants to learn. She’s changed so much from the selfish, lazy Siren she used to be.”
“Yes, she has.” Rechavia smiled, thinking of how submissive his girl had become lately. She genuinely seemed to want to please him. The house was immaculate and she had even learned to cook a little. She seemed to be waiting for him when he came home, eager to kneel at his feet and listen to him talk about his day and plans for the island. She was like a different person, although her feisty nature shone through every now and then. Only last night he had given her a spanking for speaking out of turn about one of the islanders who had upset her. Kalliope getting upset over anything was a change in itself. Time was she couldn’t care enough to get upset. The spanking had been great fun though, culminating in the most amazing orgasms for both of them.
“I’m wondering if we shouldn’t build the huts a little further away from each other in future, though,” Aitan mused.
“Are you trying to get rid of me, bro?” Rechavia frowned.
“No, just thinking of your privacy.” Aitan grinned.
“Ah.” Rechavia made a mental note to spend more time in his woodland ‘dungeon’ and less in the bedroom with its empty windows and close neighbours.
“How are you and Ligia?” They were walking back toward the huts now, tired from their trip selling flowers on Eastland.
“Wonderful.” A big smile crossed Aitan’s face, as it always did when he thought of his girl.
“You’re really good together.” Rechavia nodded.
“I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else, bro.”
Aitan had never had many girlfriends, Rechavia remembered. He was always fooling around, making everyone laugh. Everyone’s friend but nobody’s boyfriend, he used to moan. He seemed to have grown up a lot since settling on the island with Ligia. He was still great fun to be with, but he had a more mature attitude now.
“Eban’s been on Super-Skype.” Kalliope ran down the path to meet them.
“Has there been some news?” Rechavia kissed her head before they all hurried toward the huts.
“They’ve got a court date.” Ligia was standing in her neighbours’ doorway.
Rechavia rushed over to where the laptop sat on a chair and put it on his knee. Aitan took the seat next to him, while the girls sat on the floor, cushioned by rolled up elmwood leaves.
“Rech, thank God. They’ve set the court date for tomorrow.” Eban’s handsome face shone through the screen. “You need
to be there first thing in the morning.”
“We’ll be there.” Rechavia nodded assuredly.
“Listen, you need to get as many islanders as you can to go over. You need to show them that you’re all united and you won’t be walked over. Dad reckons you’ve got a good case for not allowing either of the mainlands to take you over, the only problem might be if you can’t convince him that we were put in charge in place of the Elders. Apparently there’s no paperwork for that.”
“Damn!” Aitan thumped his fist on his knee. “The Elders were in charge of all the legal paperwork. We didn’t think to get it changed.”
“We never thought we would have to,” Rechavia said ruefully.
“So, if we all go over and tell the judge that you were put in charge, that should stop them from selling the island, right? I mean, that will show them that the island is ours and can’t be sold, won’t it?” Ligia’s pleading eyes melted the anger in Aitan, and he put a reassuring arm around her shoulders.
“We hope so, darlin’.”
“Pity you can’t get Poseidon to vouch for you,” Eban said sadly.
“I know, bro. No one’s seen him for months, we’ve asked around. Even a ship which came over from Westland yesterday hadn’t picked him up on their super-sonar system, and that was top of the range. We’ve no idea where he is.” Rechavia sighed.
“We need to rally the islanders. We can use the ship and all the fishing boats, which should get a good few over there.” Aitan was thinking hard.
“What about the coracles, will they be any good?” Kalliope asked hopefully.
“No, pretty maid. They’re not strong enough to get across to the mainland.” Rechavia stroked her long hair tenderly. She looked disappointed.
“Just one thing though,” Eban said. “Don’t leave the island unguarded. Dad said this Durango guy is pretty clever. We wouldn’t put it past him to try something while you’re all occupied on the mainland.”
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