The Deeper Game (Taken Hostage by Hunky Bank Robbers Book 3) (2 page)

I could feel the wetness increase between my legs. “We can’t do anything until
after
I make the deposit. You have to pay attention to this retirement idea.”

I felt Odin reach around to grab my hair. “Oh, goddess,” he whispered. “We’re not the ones who started something. By complaining.”

“Unbutton your top,” Thor whispered. “Slowly, the way we like.”

“Excuse me?” But I’d heard, of course.

Odin let me go and pulled a box from the glove compartment.

“Is Odin going to have to put you over his knee?” Thor asked.

My eyes widened at the box. It looked too small for a paddle.

Thor continued with the questions. “Do I have to unbutton your dress for you? Or will you do it like a good hostage?”

“My deposit,” I breathed nonsensically, pulse pounding.

Thor turned and put a finger under my chin. “Now,” he whispered. “Or things might get intense.”

With trembling hands I undid the gold buttons on my pink frock.

“You are so slow, goddess.” Odin finished the job, gently undoing the buttons all the way down to my belly button. He pushed aside the fabric to reveal my lacy bra, and ran his warm, heavy hands over my breasts.

I hissed out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding as Thor nibbled my earlobe. “Knit your fingers,” he whispered, “and lock them behind your neck. We’re almost out of time.”

“You guys,” I breathed.

Thor grabbed my wrists and put them behind my head, holding them there and staring hard and steady into my eyes—holding me, pinning me with his gaze—and suddenly I was at the point of no return in terms of control; it’s like flying off a ski jump, where you abandon yourself to the whims of physics. Or the whims of men who are dangerous, doomed, and beautiful.

The sense of calm and bliss flowed over me as I obediently knit my fingers.

My breasts became much more prominent when I had my hands behind my neck like that. They rose and fell with my breath.

“Hello,” Odin said, stroking my belly, running his hands back up to my bra. He pulled the lace down off my nipples, which lit up with electricity as he grazed them with the rough pads of his fingers. He tucked the lace under my breasts, plumping them up in the cruelly cool air that flowed out of the air conditioner. My nipples pebbled, and my breasts stood at attention, begging to be touched.

He leaned over and put his lips to one and sucked, sending throbs of pleasure clear to my clit.

“Oh,” I sighed, sliding down in the seat, getting into the moment. Vaguely it came to me that Zeus would be angry if I missed making the deposit at eleven. Nothing to be done.

Thor untied the belt of my shirt dress. “You’re not done undressing yourself,” Thor said, unbuttoning the rest of the buttons, all the way down to the hem. He pulled apart two sides of the silky fabric to reveal panties that went with the bra.

“These windows aren’t
that
tinted,” I said breathlessly, monitoring the face of a passerby.

“You love an audience,” Odin said, taking a nipple between his fingers and rolling it, squeezing, then relaxing, then squeezing again.

I exhaled sharply. It was a little bit scary how Odin always knew the things I wanted before I did. Like Zeus, Odin had been in the intelligence agency that was now trying to kill us. But he had been a techie and psychological ops guy. When he wasn’t figuring out how to outwit our enemies, he was concentrating on driving me crazy, sexually. His latest discovery was that soft to hard to soft drove me crazy. So that’s how he was touching me now.

I pushed up my pelvis as Thor slid his hand under the elastic of my panties. When he cupped my mound, I exhaled sharply. Then he pushed a finger into the crease between my slick lips.

“Yes,” I hissed, undulating under his firm touch.

“Whenever and wherever,” Thor whispered, breath hot in my ear, and then he plunged in his tongue, fucking my ear with warm wetness as he invaded my clit with his finger.

“Yes,” I said. “Anytime. Whatever you want.” The truth is, I would’ve said anything at that point. I would’ve given them anything. I was right on the verge, and they both knew it.

Again Odin pinched my nipple.

“I’m going to come,” I whispered.

“Don’t you dare.” Odin softened his movements. “And it’s almost eleven.”

“Fuck it,” I said as the pleasure began to build dangerously high. “Let’s do this.”

“What kind of attitude is that?” Odin asked.

And suddenly his fingers were gone. I opened my eyes when I heard a click.

He held the open box on his lap, angled so that I couldn’t see what was inside. I had the feeling it might be something I wouldn’t like, though it was hard to do any quality thinking with Thor’s tongue thrusting into my ear as he fingered me mercilessly.

Odin stroked a hand over my breast. “Eyes closed,” he said.

I closed my eyes and waited, feeling alert and exposed.

Thor laid off me, removing his hand from my panties and his tongue from my ear.

I felt a warm finger touch the underside of my breast, lifting it slightly, and then the bite of something hard closing onto my nipple. Pain sparked through me, arrowing straight down to my clenched pussy as I gasped. Slowly, it transformed into a kind of wild aliveness. And then a wild goodness. And then a wild pleasure.

I began to breathe harder.

I felt a finger under my other breast. A slight lift, preparing the nipple to receive the clamp. I braced for the shot of pain…and then…nothing.

“Eyes remain closed,” Odin whispered, knowing I’d want to watch and be ready for the other clamp to go on. “Fingers stay knit.”

I swallowed, heart racing. I waited, dreading that shot of pain. The longer I waited, the more sensitive the area seemed to become. I could feel the air currents in the car play on the tip of my nipple. Hell, at this point I could feel butterflies flapping their wings in Tanzania on my nipple; that’s how keyed up I was.

Waiting.

Needing.

Suddenly craving.

“Please, please,” I begged.

His voice was husky. Highly turned on. “Are you ready to feel this
thing-g
, Isis? To receive it gratefully?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

Odin waited a beat. Another. And then the bite.

My eyes flew open as I hissed out a breath of air. Was it possible to come from just this?

Odin looked stern. “Did I tell you not to open your eyes?”

Crap
. My heart pounded. I looked down at my nipples. Each was adorned with a plastic clamp that had a square bead attached to the end of it. The teeth of the clamps were softer and blunter than I’d imagined from the way they’d felt.

Thor shook his head. “Ignoring an order. And it’s still morning.”

Odin brought a hand up to caress my cheek. “Over Thor’s lap. Now.”

“What?” I protested.

“Is that a Mississippi?” Odin asked.

Mississippi was my safe word.

“Bend over Thor’s lap, ass in the air. Now.”

I swallowed and got up on my knees, there in the front seat. People were walking up and down the sidewalk, totally oblivious to the mayhem in our vehicle. It was a rush, having them pass so close.

“Bend over. Now,” Odin said. “No funny business.”

I shifted and I bent over his lap, face to Thor’s thigh, as Odin had commanded. I reached up with my hands and grabbed onto the driver’s side arm rest, ass in air.

The nipple clamps were just heavy enough that their downward pull was strangely pleasurable. Even kind of exciting.

My blood raced. I never knew what Thor and Odin would do.

Thor pulled down my thong to my knees, exposing my ass to the frigid air. He slid his hands over my ass cheeks, softly and gently, creating friction and heat. “This is for your own good, goddess.” His hand neared my heated core. I held my breath, desperate for him to touch me there. “Because it is nearly eleven.”

“What do you mean? I thought…”

“That you’d be allowed to blow off your mission?” Odin said. “Oh, no. No, no, no.”

I tensed up as Thor’s fingers neared my clit again, grazing over my swollen lips just briefly before sliding away.

“You’re killing me,” I gasped.

“That’s not what I call it.” He moved his hand back, sliding his fingers into my hot folds, sending bolts of pleasure through me.

“Metaphorically,” I whispered, letting my forehead drop more deeply into his lap and press against his steely hard cock through his pants, even though that wasn’t the game we were playing. I wasn’t supposed to be touching them in this game.

“Goddess,” he warned, drawing his expert fingers in and out through my juices, slowly, with just enough pressure to drive me crazy. He continued, just because he could. Then he found my entrance with the tip of his finger and he invaded my hole.

It was like heaven. He drew it out and pressed in with two fingers.

I pressed back, needing more. Just more. “Yes,” I gasped.

“Ten-fifty-eight,” Odin said.

I didn’t know why they were still thinking I’d go into the bank at this point. The only place I was going right now was a yummy version of down.

“You are so wet for us,” Thor whispered.

“Yes. Let’s do this,” I begged, imagining Thor’s fat cock plunging into me. Or I could suck Thor’s cock while Odin fucked me, a favorite activity of ours. My ass was feeling needy, stuck up in the cold air.

“Spread your knees,” Odin said.

“What?”

“As much as you can.”

I complied. I felt Thor withdraw his fingers, slicking my juices over my asshole. He pressed a finger at my puckered opening.

“Uh,” I said, feeling the excitement flow through me.

He pushed his fingers a little ways in and then something startling happened: my nipple clamps began to vibrate.

“Oh, my God!” I exclaimed.

I tried to get up, but Thor had fisted my hair, keeping my face firmly pressed into the warm and delicious topography of his lap with his hard cock posing as Mount Everest. My ass waited helplessly for whatever they would decide to do. My body was to be used for their utter pleasure. “Was that a Mississippi?”

“No,” I gasped as the nipple clamps vibrated on, sending pulsing, throbbing excitement all through me. “Remote control,” I gasped.

Thor pashed his finger deeper into my asshole and the vibrations got stronger.

I panted, feeling melty inside. His finger felt too thick, too huge, but in a decidedly good way. “Enough,” I gasped.

“Sorry, goddess,” Thor said, pushing deeper. The pleasure was excruciating. I was about to break apart in a million little pieces.

“That is only one part of your punishment,” Odin said.

What was he talking about? The clips stilled, finally, and Thor pulled out his finger.

“Noooo!”
My belly felt light. Suspended. Full of butterflies.

Odin narrowed his eyes. “Is that a command?”

I didn’t know what anything was at that point, but I knew enough to say no, to simply wait helplessly for whatever would come next.

I didn’t have to wait long. I felt a cool drip of something land on the entrance of my asshole. Then another drip, then another. My sex pulsed with every drip and then I felt fingers—Odin’s—slicking a rough circle at the tightened entrance of my asshole. The fingers left, replaced with something that felt larger and thicker than Thor’s finger.

“What is that?” I whispered. “It’s too big.”

Thor stroked my hair. “Just relax.” He reached around the front of me and stroked between my legs as Odin pressed the impossibly large, bulb-feeling thing into my asshole.

“It feels so huge,” I gasped.

“Relax, goddess, it’ll be fun,” Odin whispered in his husky way. “Take it in.”

Little by little Odin pressed it in, creating a feeling that was at once evil and wonderful.

“Breathe.” Thor kept up his stroking, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Everything in me was turning warm and wanting as Odin pushed the smooth, firm object in deeper and deeper.

I began to enjoy the strange discomfort of being filled up so slowly and hugely. I’d had a cock in there before, but never something smooth and round.

In he pushed. I could feel the thing stretching my asshole, hitting the nerve bundles inside. The strange, delicious feeling of it went into my chest, even into my head, and it seemed to connect with the hard pinch on my nipples. I felt like one of those maps of the night sky with lines connecting stars to make pictures. The little blowjob. Big ménage. Steely cock major. The concubine. Ass-bulb and nipple-clip starburst.

Suddenly the thing was all the way in, and the muscles of my asshole contracted around it, as if of their own volition.

And not only was this large, smooth object in my asshole, but it had a part attached that pressed over my clit, too. Like a bulb in my asshole attached to a thumb that pressed onto the most sensitive part of my anatomy.

“There we go.” Thor slapped my ass. Then he pulled my thong up over it.

“What are you doing?”

He tugged me up by my hair. “Sit down,” he commanded.

“W-what?” I couldn’t imagine sitting. The way it would press into me.

“Is this something you can’t handle?” Odin asked.

I kind of didn’t understand the question. It was a lot of intensity zinging around inside of me.

I twisted and pretended to sit, putting almost no pressure on my ass, and even then, the bulb felt huge in my ass and the lip thing pressed mercilessly onto my clit.

“Sit real,” Thor growled.

A wave of sensation rolled through my belly.

It was like a thing you would say to a dog, and degrading in a kind of a hot way. I let my full weight settle onto the seat, feeling filled up and fucked and controlled, and it wasn’t even lunchtime.

“You need to get ready to do your deposit,” Odin said.

I looked at him like he was crazy. “I can’t go in there like this!”

“Of course you can,” Odin pulled the cups of my bra clear over the nipple clamps, which kicked the pinchy sensation up a notch, and then, calmly and efficiently, he redid the buttons on my dress.

“Are you kidding?” I exclaimed. “I won’t be able to concentrate.”

“Do you know how they train horses before a race?” Odin asked. He waited, seeming to expect an answer.