Submission of the Siren

by Bella Settarra

  Sirens and Sailors 3

  Submission of the Siren

  Kalliope misses her life as a Siren and begins to resent all the changes to her beloved homeland, the ancient Island of Refrainia. Disgruntled and bored, she finds herself attracted to the charms of wealthy businessman, Zigor Durango. When her handsome boyfriend, Rechavia, catches them in a compromising position, he humiliates Durango, banishing him from the island. The interloper plots his revenge and arranges to take over Refrainia, ousting the islanders from their home. With his wealth, position, and some surprising contacts Durango appears unstoppable.

  When Kalliope takes matters into her own hands she ends up stranded on Eastland with two of her friends. With nowhere else to spend the night, their only option lies in Durango’s bedroom.

  As they battle to save the island, Kalliope and Rechavia also battle to save their relationship. But can the beautiful Siren ever be trusted to stay faithful? And will Rechavia’s natural dominance bring Kalliope to her knees or scare her away forever?

  Genre: BDSM, Fairy Tales/Myths, Fantasy, Futuristic

  Length: 53,411 words

  SUBMISSION OF THE SIREN

  Sirens and Sailors 3

  Bella Settarra

  EROTIC ROMANCE

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  SUBMISSION OF THE SIREN

  Copyright © 2014 by Bella Settarra

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  DEDICATION

  To Natalie, who has always been such a wonderful live wire.

  Thank you so much for all your help and encouragement, and for the confidence which you instill in me.

  I love you, babe.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  About the Author

  SUBMISSION OF THE SIREN

  Sirens and Sailors 3

  BELLA SETTARRA

  Copyright © 2014

  Chapter 1

  The bed was still warm when Kalliope reached over. Warm but empty. Again.

  “Fuck you!” she yelled as she grabbed his pillow and threw it across the room. She cuddled up into her own pillow, her newest luxury, and buried her scorching face into it. Her rage was palpable. She was too angry to cry and too furious to speak, so she seethed. Seethed and plotted.

  “I don’t need him,” she told Ligia, her best friend, as they strolled on the beach a few hours later. “I didn’t need him before they all came to the island, and I sure as hell don’t need him now.”

  “But I thought you loved him.” Ligia had heard it before, and had always managed to calm her friend down.

  “So did I. But now I don’t think I do. He doesn’t care about me so why should I waste my time loving him?”

  “Not care about you? Kalliope, that man worships the ground you walk on and you know it. He’d do anything for you!”

  “Then where was he when I wanted to make love today?”

  “But wasn’t he there last night?”

  “Yes, but we only did it three times. Then he fell asleep. I wanted it again this morning.”

  It was obvious that Kalliope wasn’t in the mood for reason today. Ligia shook her beautiful red head in defeat.

  The sun was scorching as the morning drew on. By midday it would be unbearable. The two girls pulled their shawls over their shoulders to prevent sunburn, as their skimpy bikinis didn’t offer much protection. They walked carefully over the hot sand. Luckily, the men had insisted that all the girls now wear flip-flops, which they had bought on Eastland recently, so they didn’t burn their feet in the sand or cut them on the jagged rocks of the island.

  “I bet Aitan doesn’t refuse you.” Kalliope continued her rant as they reached the open meadow that rose from the beach up to the woodlands.

  “He doesn’t have to, I don’t keep asking for it,” Ligia replied with a sigh.

  “But don’t you want it?” Kalliope sounded incredulous.

  “Not all the time, Kally.” Ligia laughed as they removed their flip-flops and their hot feet met the cool, lush grass. “Don’t you ever sleep?”

  “Not that much. I don’t get that tired, really,” Kalliope admitted.

  “There’s your problem,” Ligia said, suddenly realizing. “You don’t work hard enough during the day so you don’t get tired. Look how many hours Rechavia works, and how hard he works. He’s almost finished cultivating that bottom field all by himself. He’s planted enough vegetables to keep us going all year, and he mended the fishing boat. Aitan�
��s taking it out for a trial later. With any luck we’ll all have fresh fish tonight.”

  “Whoopee!” Kally wasn’t impressed.

  “Why don’t you help me with choir practice tonight? It’ll be great fun. We’re going to see if we can compete with some of the groups on Eastland.”

  “I don’t need to sing.”

  “None of us need to sing anymore. We do it for fun.” Ligia shook her head again. Kally was in one of those moods today.

  “Well I don’t see the point. It was different when we were actually getting something for singing. Sex and stash. I miss those days.” Kally sighed as she looked toward the sea. Things had certainly changed.

  “Tell me you’re kidding? You don’t really miss it, do you? All those ugly, dirty men fawning at us. Having to have sex just to keep them occupied, hoping the salvage team did a good job. Ugh! I’m glad it’s all over.” Ligia shuddered as she remembered their days working as Sirens on the island.

  “At least we got plenty of sex!” Kalliope sighed wistfully.

  “You get a lot more now than you did then, and you get to choose your partner. Your Rechavia’s gorgeous!” Ligia pointed out.

  “I know he is, and he’s great at it, it’s just that he’s always too busy. Take this morning. It was hardly light when I rolled over, wanting him to take me. He’d gone already. He’s always working. He doesn’t have time for me. I know we have it every night but I want it in the days as well!” Kalliope sounded like a spoiled brat.

  “But there are other things to do during the day,” Ligia pointed out. “We have to make the most of the daylight until they sort out some proper lighting for the island. It’s important to get everything done while we can. Rech could hardly dig the field up in the dark, and Aitan has to fix those old nets when he can see what he’s doing, or we won’t be able to fish at all.”

  “You’ve changed!” Kalliope sulked. “You’re no fun anymore.”

  Ligia giggled. Sometimes her friend acted just like a two-year-old.

  “Hey, pretty maids, what’re you up to?” A deep voice growled sexily to them.

  “We’ve brought you something to drink.” Ligia held up the bottle of lemon water she had carried over to the men working in the field.

  “That’s my girl! How ya doin’, darlin’?” Aitan swooped over and cradled Ligia in his muscular arms. She breathed in his manly scent as she cuddled into his bare chest.

  “I’m fine, just hot,” she said, smiling up into his gorgeous big eyes.

  “Tell us about it! And what have you been up to?” Rechavia gave Kalliope a big hug. She stiffened slightly in his arms. He pulled her back to look into her face. He frowned. “What’s up?”

  “Nothing.” Her tight lips told him otherwise.

  “OK. So what have you been doing today?” Rechavia asked slowly as he released her and poured himself a drink of lemon water.

  “Not much.” Kalliope’s mood was as black as her gorgeous, long straight hair.

  “I’ve been helping Pallas with some sewing,” Ligia chirped happily, as she handed a drink to Aitan.

  “That’s great, darlin’, what’re you making?” Aitan made short work of the drink and handed her his cup for another. Beads of sweat covered his tanned face and his sultry gray eyes gazed at her.

  “Pallas said it’s called a quilt,” Ligia continued, handing him another drink. “It’s made of different coloured squares. We’re going to use it in one of the boats, for when you go out at night.”

  “Sounds great,” Rechavia commented. “Are you helping out, pretty maid?” He was looking hopefully at Kalliope.

  “As if!” She snorted.

  “So what have you been doing all day?” Rechavia could guess the answer, but asked anyway.

  “Not much. There’s not much for a Siren to do on the island these days.”

  “Kally’s missing the old days.” Ligia grinned.

  Aitan and Rechavia stared at Kalliope, open-mouthed.

  “At least we had a purpose then, something to do with ourselves.” She pouted, unsure whether to continue or not. Rechavia’s raised eyebrow told her she should proceed with caution. “We knew what we had to do and how to do it. It’s what we’d been trained for. We did what was needed for the good of the island.”

  The roar of laughter which came from Rechavia boomed through the still, hot air, and Aitan howled in disbelief.

  “You had sex for the good of the island?” Rechavia chortled.

  Kalliope was red with indignation and fury. “We managed to survive here for centuries using the old ways. We don’t need all these changes!” She turned to storm off but Rechavia grabbed her arm just in time. The humour fell from his gorgeous, tanned face. She felt the heat from his muscular body as he pulled her close. She didn’t want to be this close. Not now. Her breath hitched as she felt his cock harden against her leg. He was aroused. Aroused and angry. She was angry too, and becoming even more angry now that she was becoming aroused. Damn him.

  “Come on, darlin’, time we took a walk.” Aitan handed Ligia a drink, then linked her arm and led her up the field.

  “If you want sex, pretty maid, you can have sex. But it won’t be for the good of the island, in fact, as it’ll stop me working, it’ll be for the detriment of the island. But if that’s what you really want then that’s what you’ll get.” His breath was hot in her ear and she felt the need in his body. She felt the need in hers, too, as her hard nipples dug into his ripped chest, and a gush of liquid drenched her panties.

  Rechavia didn’t need to ask her if it was what she wanted, as he obviously felt her reaction. A low chuckle resounded from his throat as he plunged her mouth with his tongue, forcing her lips open and demanding her compliance.

  Her flip-flops fell to the ground.

  Kalliope moaned as she tangled her fingers in his shoulder-length wavy hair, and thrust her pussy against his pants. Through the thin cotton, she could feel the heat of his rock hard erection, as she rubbed her pussy up and down its massive length.

  “Please, Rech, I want you now!”

  Rechavia didn’t need telling twice. She felt herself being gently lowered to the cool, soft grass, her bikini bra being unfastened in the process. Her panties were next to go, as soon as she hit the ground. She looked up at him. The sun was at his back, causing a bright halo around him. His muscular chest and arms rippled as he effortlessly pulled off his pants. Then he stood looking down at her, his arms folded. His beautiful, naked body glowed in the midday sun. She sighed at his beauty. He looked like an angel. An Adonis.

  She smiled at the lust in his eyes as he stared down at her. Her perfectly slim body laid out for his delectation. Her face framed by her long, straight ebony hair.

  Eventually he gracefully leant his body over hers and she felt his weight as he lay over her. The heat from his body surrounded her and she gasped as his thick cock brushed against her soaking pussy. She grinned as she felt her arms being raised above her head, held in place by one of his strong, warm hands. His preferred position. He took his weight on his forearm, and used the other hand to stroke her face delicately. Her breath hitched as she looked up into his large, hazel-brown eyes, which seemed to get darker when he became aroused. His face was beautiful. His full mouth smiled as he gazed down at her. His dark, tousled, wavy hair hung roguishly around his shoulders. His perfect teeth gleamed through his bronzed tan.

  She felt him nip her ear, sending thrilling sensations through her body, and she heard him huff a laugh, signalling that he knew exactly what he was doing. His grin grew wider as he gently leaned over a little farther and positioned his gorgeous cock at the mouth of her aching pussy. Oh yes! Her hips bucked upward as she urged his entrance. She could hear his sigh of satisfaction as he thrust his massive cock into her in one fell swoop. She gasped. He pulled out slightly before hammering into her again, all the time gazing down at her face.

  Screwing her eyes up tight, she savoured the sensations rippling through her body. The heat. The rel
ief. The feeling of fullness. Rechavia had the largest cock she had ever encountered, and she had encountered quite a few. It seemed to reach all her nerve endings like no one else ever had. His relentless thrusts soon became too much for her and she felt the heat well once more within her stomach before she screamed out her orgasm, which ripped through her body like a bolt of fire.

  Taking his cue from her, Rechavia followed suit with a guttural grunt and he pumped his seed all the way up inside her.

  She opened her eyes to find him still gazing down at her, panting and sweating, but with such a brilliant smile, she couldn’t help but return it. He gently nibbled at her open lips, before once again thrusting his tongue into her hot mouth, making her clench her pussy in remembrance of what they had just done.

  When he pulled his head back up his eyes were momentarily closed, giving him a serene and satisfied expression. He opened them as he rolled off her, grabbing a handful of leaves to dry himself off. She felt bereft.

  “That’s never it?”

  He chuckled.

  His cock was hardly any smaller than it had just been. She knew he was capable of a lot more. He slowly pulled his pants on. Her face fell.

  “Are you saying you weren’t satisfied, pretty maid?”

  “No. It was great. It’s just…”

  “There’s still plenty of light left and I’ve still got loads more work to do.” He stood up, fastening his pants, then held out a hand to help her up.

  Fuming, she ignored his help and angrily pulled on her bikini.

  He chuckled again.

  “I don’t see what’s so funny.” She found her flip-flops and stepped into them indignantly.