“Touch her,” he said hoarsely. “Touch her but be gentle.”

C.J. fell to his knees, his eyes so dark with lust that Cole wondered if he’d already come in his pants. His hands trembled as he reached tentatively to touch her breasts. Then he glanced up at Cole as if seeking permission for more.

Cole nodded. “Touch her any way you like. With your hands, your mouth. But don’t hurt her. You’ll show her the respect she’s earned. I want her to enjoy every minute.”

As soon as C.J.’s mouth closed around her nipple, she moaned and stiffened. Her pussy tightened around Cole’s cock and he moaned along with her.

Mike forewent her body and angled in from the side, his hand cupping Ren’s face just before he kissed her. It was a savage kiss, like he meant to devour her. It was an odd sensation to have another man kissing his woman so passionately while Cole was fucking her from behind, but he was unbelievably aroused and so was Ren, judging by her frantic movements and the sudden wetness around his cock.

Wanting her to have as much pleasure as he himself was finding, he slid out of her body. At first C.J. pulled back and even Mike took a step away, as if assuming that Cole was calling an end.

But Cole merely repositioned himself at her ass, spread her a little further so the angle was adjusted and then he carefully began to work himself inside her.

He hadn’t used any lubricant and he knew her wetness wasn’t enough to make it bearable. He wanted that fine line between pain and pleasure. He didn’t want to hurt her too badly, so he patiently worked at getting inside her.

Some pain was good. He wanted that edge. He wanted to feel her reject his cock and press forward anyway. She would want it too.

“I have oil,” Mike said gruffly. “Suntan oil. It’s here in one of the compartments.”

Cole smiled. Already Ren had made another conquest. As much as Mike had wanted to witness her punishment, he now couldn’t bear the thought of her being hurt.

He gathered Ren’s hair in his hand and pulled slightly back. “Tell him, Ren. Tell him how you want it. Do you want it easy? All slicked up so I glide right into your sweet little ass? Or do you want that bite? Do you want to fight my invasion and have me force your surrender? Tell him so he knows.”

He could just see the glitter in Ren’s eyes from the angle he looked down on her face. Her face was suffused in color and heat and so much anticipation. She had a drugged look and her lips were swollen from another man’s kiss. It made him want to savage her mouth, to replace Mike’s mark with his own. But he’d sworn this would be about Ren’s pleasure now that she’d withstood her punishment.

“I want the pain,” she said hoarsely. “I want it hard.”

Cole’s hands moved down to her hips until he gripped her hard, giving her nowhere to move to, no way to fend off what was coming. Then he thrust hard. “Like this?”

She shuddered and convulsed around him, pinned to his body, helpless. “Oh God, yes. Just like that.”

“Then stand there and take it. Tell your men to touch you while the one who owns you fucks your ass.”

“Touch me,” she pleaded, her gaze finding Mike and C.J. once more.

C.J. needed no urging. As before, he dropped to his knees and cupped both breasts in his hands. He looked like a kid in a candy store. His mouth closed around one nipple and the wet sucking sounds he made spurred Cole on.

Mike took her mouth again, but this time he slipped his hand between Ren’s thighs.

“That’s it,” Cole said in approval. “Give her what she needs. Use your hands to show her what two cocks feel like.”

Then to Ren, “Tell me what it feels like, baby. Are his hands inside you? Are his fingers long and thick like my cock? How does C.J.’s mouth feel on your nipples? Are you wishing that I’d let them fuck you? What if I let them take you right here on the deck while I watched? What if they fucked you so long and hard that you couldn’t walk tomorrow?”

She let out a cry and he knew she was gone.

“Son of a bitch,” Mike murmured as he reclaimed her mouth. “She’s coming all over my hand.”

C.J.’s hands slipped around to the backs of her knees as Cole continued his ruthless ass fucking. C.J.’s mouth never left her breasts. He sucked and licked like a man starved. He acted like he’d never been that up close and personal with a woman’s breasts in his life and he seemed determined to make the most of the experience.

Mike’s mouth gentled on Ren’s. He kissed her with reverence and then stroked her cheek with his other hand, pushing aside a strand of her hair as he stared into her eyes. Then slowly, he pulled his hand away from her pussy and Ren sagged, still impaled on Cole’s cock.

“Hands behind your back,” Cole ordered.

Ren gave him her hands and he captured them at the small of her back, holding her captive as he bent her forward so he could finish. He slapped against her ass, hard, with the purpose of orgasm. His release gathered in his balls, put a stranglehold on his cock and raced up the head until it felt like he was going to explode.

And then he started spurting deep inside her ass. It vaguely occurred to him that he hadn’t used a condom this time. He couldn’t conjure any real regret. She belonged to him. She was his. His to use. Her body was his.

Mike slid a hand into her hair and supported her head as Cole bent her further forward as he rammed into her ass, shaking with the last of his release. Then finally he shuddered to a stop and remained locked inside her for a long moment.

When he finally pulled away, semen slid from her ass and left a wet trail down the inside of her leg. He viewed the result with deep satisfaction.

Yeah, she was his. Marked. Possessed. Owned.

He gently separated her hands but kept hold as he guided them back around to her sides. He waited until he was sure she had her footing and then he took a step back.

“Turn around, Ren. Show them whose cum slides from your body and over your skin. Show them who’s marked you, who owns you.”

Slowly she did his bidding, turning so that her back was presented to Mike and C.J.

“Good girl.”

Then to Mike. “Take her below. Make sure she gets into the bathroom safely and wait outside in case she needs something. When she’s finished cleaning up, have her come back topside. This time, no swimsuit. I want her naked so I can see the marks on her ass.”

Cole stripped down topside and pulled on a pair of swim trunks. C.J. had gone to prepare refreshment for Cole and Ren and now Cole just waited for Ren to return.

He hadn’t planned the scene as it had gone down. But he’d known in advance that Captain Mike was well used to observing such things. The man who owned the yacht was a hedonist at heart and more often than not, he had his latest submissive, aboard, fucking her six ways to Sunday.

While he doubted C.J. had ever participated or even observed for that matter, he wouldn’t doubt that Mike had joined in his fair share of sexual escapades. Or at the very least, he’d seen it all. C.J. had to be new or at least still green because he’d damn near come undone at the opportunity to touch Ren.

It was good to have friends with expensive toys and who employed staff who either looked the other way or were discreet above all else. With the salary that both Mike and C.J. received, it was doubtful they’d report a murder if it happened right in front of their noses.

Cole would have to remember to thank Jon again for the last-minute use of his yacht. It served its purpose well. It got Ren away from any potential run-in with Lucas and it isolated him and Ren from the rest of the world. A few days to live and love and do nothing more than enjoy each other would hopefully go a long way in cementing the fragile relationship that had begun repairing itself from the moment he and Ren had reunited.