The Hostage Bargain (14 page)

Flutters in the pit of my stomach.

“Was it better?” Thor asked.

I was both embarrassed and excited, being made to answer these questions while being pleasured. “Yes, it was better.”

“Precisely in what way was it better?” Odin asked as he reached over and touched my nipple, pinching it gently to add a new layer of thrill. My resistance was crumbling. In my old life, my problem was
not
coming, or taking too long. Now it was coming too fast, too early, or coming when commanded not to. It was like I’d landed in opposite world.

“Tell Zeus,” Odin said.

I once again met his gaze, and I found I was weary of holding out. I wanted to give myself over—to give everything. I would rip myself apart for them. It was here I understood the danger I was in—not from their enemies or car chases or guns, but from this: the feel of these hands, these mouths, this gaze. I could live and die on this.

“Tell Zeus,” Odin commanded. “I won’t ask you again.”

I shook myself back to my senses. “It just was more fun than it ever looked.”

“Looked?” Odin said. “Online, you mean?”

My cheeks burned with heat. “Well,” I said, “what else would I mean?”

Thor’s fingers stopped. Odin loosened up.

“Oh, we need details on
this
,” Odin said. “There’s something you’re hiding.”

I swallowed, stunned, as usual, by his supernatural talent for zeroing in exactly where I didn’t want him.

Zeus grabbed the bottle next to him and swigged some scotch.

Thor removed his hand, as if he wanted to allow me to concentrate.

“What do you like to watch?” Odin pursued.

I shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Thor snuck a hand to my stomach and tickled me.

I yelped.

“Shh!” Odin scolded. “Do that again and we’ll gag you. You’ll tell us now. What are the things you watch? What do you have bookmarked on your computer?”

Thor tickled my stomach and I squirmed, trying to push off his hands. “Fuck!” I said.

Odin grabbed my arms and Thor tickled me some more. I was laughing like crazy. “Stop!” I said.

When they’d both stopped, I said, “I won’t tell, ever.”

Thor started tickling me again. We were all laughing—even, much to my surprise, Zeus. Then there was a knock at the door. Everything stopped—the tickling, the splashing.

“Room service.” A voice called.

And Zeus looked grim once again. “You kids want to take this into another room?” He raised his eyebrows and waited.

Thor frowned. “We most certainly will.” He stood. “Isis, get out and go wait for us in the last bedroom. The one at the very end.”

I hoisted myself out of the water with as much nonchalance as possible and grabbed a fluffy robe, wrapping it around me. “You won’t get it out of me.” I marched away. Had I really just said that? I felt half out of my mind.

“Come back here,” Odin said.

I turned around. “What?” Would they spank me right in front of Zeus? And what about the room service guy? Oh, God, would they spank me in front of the room service guy?

Odin pointed to the chair. “Leave the robe. You won’t need it in there. And go lie on the bedspread and wait for us.”

“On your back,” Thor added, not to be outdone by surly Odin. “Eyes closed.”

I smiled at the outrageousness of it all. “
Oh-kay
.” Slowly I pulled off the robe, walked back and set it on the chair, naked under the watchful eyes of all three of them now. Then I simply turned around and casually strolled into the back hallway, but inside I was positively vibrating. I would give them anything. It was a strange secret to know.

There were three bedrooms to the suite, maybe four. The place was quite palatial. I went into the last bedroom and lay on the bedspread, eyes closed, per my criminals’ commands.

Well, I would give them
almost
anything, I decided. I wouldn’t be giving them the truth about the cartoon porn, though I wanted them to
try
to get it out of me. Or actually I just wanted them to spank me again. Or really anything.

Water from my wet skin soaked the spread around me. It didn’t matter; I felt like I was flying, completely out of control. Shivers crept over me.

Doors out there opened and closed, presumably for the room service guy.

My nipples felt cold and tight. I became aware of this buzz in my belly, erotic energy like buzzing helium. The sensation of lift.

Male voices. The door again. That would be the room service guy leaving. Zeus had his food. Thor and Odin would come in now.

I waited. Left to my own devices, I’d be lying on my side. It seemed more dignified. On my back, I was a kind of a slavish offering. This both appalled and excited me.

Heat and energy throbbed through me, and I watched the dark patterns on the insides of my lids, feeling impossibly wet and slick just from lying there.

Would Odin wear his glasses and take them off? In my current frenzy, it was entirely possible I would come just from that. Unless they made me
keep
my eyes closed. Then I wouldn’t get to see him take his glasses off.

The voices continued. The anticipation drove me crazy.

Quiet.

Footsteps.

I clenched my eyes more resolutely shut, enjoying this new sensory deprivation twist. My breath caught as I heard them come in. I felt something warm and soft draped over my eyes. “Lift your head up.” Thor.

I complied and he tied something around my head, knotting it at the side.

A blindfold
.

The bed depressed on one side of me. I felt the movement near my feet. Somebody crawling onto the bed. The sound of Velcro, and something soft around my right ankle, then my left.

Odin? Or Zeus?

“Hands behind your head, fingers laced,” Thor said.

I did it, heart speeding as hands parted my thighs. I felt the pull of bonds at my ankles.

I gasped when something cold settled onto my belly—an ice cube! My tummy quivered. Let’s just say an ice cube was the opposite of what I’d hoped for.

“Are you ready to talk?” Thor whispered into my ear.

“There’s nothing to tell,” I said. “So I watch porn.”

Odin’s voice: “There’s more. You can’t hold back.” So it was Odin down there, wielding the ice cube. Of course, because Zeus would be eating. Also, the ice cube was Odin’s style.

Odin traced a circle on my belly with the ice cube. I could handle it. It was just an ice cube.

Then the ice cube traveled down my belly and over the sensitive part of my pelvis. Wait—he would put it
there
?

“No,” I whispered, not wanting my clit frozen.

But down it traveled. Slowly.

Excruciatingly
slowly.

Water melted off it, dripping and drooling into the dips where my thighs began, cool rivulets over hot skin. Then I felt it hit my tender bud.

I gasped.

It was cold, but not as cold as I’d imagined. I felt the smooth form melting, drips rolling down my pussy. But the pressure felt good. Until it got cool. And cooler. I squirmed.

A hand clamped down on my thigh. “Details.” Odin.

“What? Specific URLs?” I protested.

“Whatever you’re hiding, that’s what we want.”

The ice was gone suddenly, replaced with a cool breeze. Odin blowing. I exhaled forcefully. It was so, so much sensation. Rough hands pushed my legs even farther apart.

A tongue traveled up the slick seam of my sex, up, up to the tender nub, ending with a firm, hard lick. I gasped as he licked again. He repeated, more slowly.

I was warming, coming to life. The warmth and rubbing of Odin’s tongue felt better than anything I could imagine. “Yes,” I moaned.

I felt a mouth on my breast now, sucking, laving my nipple. It was heaven. I moaned and squirmed, about to go over the edge. This was no punishment at all. It was nirvana.

Until they stopped.

“No,” I panted.

“Details.” Odin. “What is it you won’t tell? A humiliation thing? Vacuums? Ropes? A kind of binding?”

“No,” I said. “Not like that.”

“Clamps?” Thor asked. “Because we can do that.”

I shook my head, heart pounding. “I don’t do clamps. I know nothing of clamps!” Possibly a too-cocky answer, because I felt a cold drip on my stomach. “No!” I hissed. But yes, it was that again, the ice cube, now held firmly to my belly button.

“God,” I said, belly convulsing under the sensation.

“It must be very
fucking-g
dirty,” Odin said. “Oh, I do want to hear.”

I shook my head.

“Fine,” he grumbled, and the ice cube began to travel, down once again over the tender, sensitive skin of my pelvis and over my mound to my slick seam. I tried in vain to draw my legs together, fighting against the ankle bonds.

I felt the ice cube there.

“I’ll tell!”

“We’re waiting.”

“Cartoons.”

“What?” Surprised amusement played in Thor’s voice.

The ice cube stayed.

“More details.” The ice cube started rubbing my clit.

“Take it off!” I said,

“Tell first.”

“Half elf girls being ravished, okay?” I said. “Or girls with tails. You know cartoon porn.”

“You’re shitting us,” Odin said.

“I’m not!” I protested.

The ice was removed.

Thor snickered.

“It’s not funny,” I said. “It’s hot.”

“Ravished how?”

“Just ravished.”

Now there was the cool air. The cool air treatment again, which was both worse and better.

I writhed and gasped.

“How?” Thor demanded.

Odin’s tongue was back. I thought I would go crazy from the sensation of him drawing it up to my insanely sensitized clit.

“By woodland guys,” I panted. “I’ll tell you everything, everything, just don’t stop again. Don’t do the ice thing again.”

“Describe them and tell what they do to her,” Thor commanded. “But if you stop talking, the ice comes back, and it stays until it melts.”

Odin licked me as I breathlessly described everything about the stuff I’d watch, how they always tied the girl up and fucked her. He stopped when I even paused, so I kept on, trying to think of any details. I liked when they fingered her asshole, or forced her legs apart and fucked her, or two of them fucked her at once, like she’s riding one, and one fucks her in the ass. I kept on. They usually wore caps, often Robin Hood type outfits, with scabbards. And she had to be kind of a captive, but into it. I didn’t like when the girl cried—I would turn that stuff off. I like when they locked her into old-fashioned-looking stocks, in obscene positions to be fucked.

“No spanking?”

“I never saw the upside in that,” I blurted as Odin’s warm, talented tongue flattened in a most luscious way. “I might now.” And I felt two fingers slide into my slick hole and curl just so. “Oh, God, please.” The fingers moved strongly in me, moving in me in a rhythm, in and out and in and out, as his tongue mirrored the motion.

“More,” Thor said.

“There is no more. They usually find her wandering in the woods…” I began to rock my hips, feeling like I was being sucked, against my will, into a black hole of pure pleasure, which, let’s face it, I was.

“Do you want him to stop?” Thor asked.

Odin stopped.

“Wandering gathering flowers!” I blurted, and he started up again. “Daisies. Friend to woodland creatures. Squirrels sometimes watch them take her, chattering and chewing on nuts while they take her brutishly…” I was totally making stuff up now. Lord, I would’ve said anything to keep him going, licking me right over the edge, and oh, it was exquisite all the way down—down and down and down, until my mind and body exploded into an abyss of an orgasm. Wave after wave pulsed through me, washing me with sensation, from the top of my head to my toes. I heard myself bleat out a strangled kind of cry.

My bandits were murmuring between themselves, murmurs that seemed insignificant beside the sparkles inside my body.

I came down, finally, panting, blissed out, feeling like something washed up on a shore, just floppy and raggedy.

Silence. Then, “Two woodland guys?” Thor said. “Odin, we must acquire some little green hats.”

I tore off my blindfold and hit Thor with it.

He grabbed my wrist and pinned it to the bed, pinned my other arm, too. “That was so freaking hot.”

“It
was
hot.” Odin released my ankles from their bonds and crawled onto the bed on the other side of me, heavy hand on my belly, cock nudging at my hip. “Did you think that was hot, Zeus?” Odin asked.

I jerked my head up to see Zeus, standing at the doorway, arms folded over his chest.

Shit! He’d been watching?

“So that’s what girls like? Those cartoons?” Zeus said. “I was always wondering who the fuck watches those.” And then he left.

“We need to get some sort of rustic stocks,” Odin said. “We never thought of that for our hideout.”

Thor grinned. “And the hats. We could do the whole outfits.”

“He was watching the whole time? And I didn’t know?” I asked.

“Do you have a problem with that?” Odin said. His five o’clock shadow was more a ten o’clock shadow now, adding to his smoldering, glittering heat. He had a tiny beauty mark at the top of his cheekbone, I noticed, that the glasses hid.

“I like to know.” So he’d been watching. I didn’t know what to think of it.

“Ears, we’ll get you ears.” Thor said, releasing my arms, trailing a finger along my ear. He kissed me there.

“Is that what he does?” I asked. “Watch?”

“He was a participant,” Odin said. “In the old days.”

Thor whispered, “At least he came in. It’s good. It’s a start.”

“You guys have a hideout?” I asked.

“Several.” Odin caressed my belly. Thor had his fingers on my nipple. I reached aside and touched his taut arm, his shoulder. I reached down and found Thor’s cock, then Odin’s. We fell into the languorous rhythm, and I became overwhelmed once again by the sensation of many hands and tongues on me, and access to multiple cocks.

In this, too, it was a lot like the ski jump—overwhelming and confusing until you released yourself to it, and then it was the best thing in the world.

“I want you to take me, to fill me,” I whispered. “Just fuck me!”