by Amelia Wilde
“Say it.” Odin scratched a fingernail along my butt cheek, leaving a wicked line of heat that sizzled into me.
I gasped.
It was here that I understood something about being tied up—every little touch contains a world of feeling, because you can’t stop it. My body hummed. My sense stood at attention. What would he do next?
“Say it.”
“I understand and accept my punishment,” I whispered. And there is always Mississippi, I thought.
A hush. Thor stood.
That’s when I felt the cool leather against my ankle. It was Odin, winding the belt around my ankle. Phew! So that was the plan! I felt the belt tighten, binding my leg to a table leg. I was relieved when he used the other belt to tie my other leg to that same table leg, which left my legs somewhat strapped up together.
I had hoped to have the fucking part of the night start, but apparently that wasn’t on the agenda at this point. But at least the belt whipping part wasn’t going to happen either, what with both belts occupado.
Still my imagination raced. Would they actually spank me? What would it feel like? I gripped the table edge so hard my knuckles went white.
“Close your eyes and put your forehead back down on the table,” Thor said. He was standing right in front of me. “We don’t want you getting distracted from your punishment. You need to feel this in order to remember.”
As if I wouldn’t remember. But I complied.
Out of nowhere I felt the sharp sting of Odin’s hand slapping my ass. I gasped.
It stung. Though I didn’t know how much of the sting was just the shock.
And then he did it again.
Hard.
Okay, it stung-stung.
And then again.
My ass vibrated.
Hot, wicked pleasure speared into the achy place between my legs. I didn’t know what to think about it. My mind didn’t have a box for this strange pleasure-pain.
He did it again, harder.
“Uh!” I cried.
Odin asked, “Was that Mississippi?”
“No,” I whispered.
“So you want more?”
I swallowed.
“Say it,” Odin commanded. “Spank me again until my punishment is complete.”
I resisted making the joke I could’ve so easily made there. “Again.”
The silence stretched out. I waited.
Waited.
Why was nothing happening?
“Full sentence,” Odin said.
“Please,” I whispered, ready to weep from the mental strain of them not doing things to me. I felt bereft, tied up there. I needed to be more. Something. Anything. “Please spank me until my punishment is complete. Until you are utterly and completely satisfied. Utterly.”
With that, his hand came down on my ass. I sucked in a shuddery breath, forehead pressing into the smooth tabletop, hands gripping the edge.
I lived for that exquisite feeling on the end of each spank, that sweet reverberation sailing into my clit.
I ground my pelvis into the edge of the table as he spanked me. Sex clenched and released. I could orgasm just from this.
Odin stopped and slid a rough hand over my tender ass cheeks. Even that—Oh! I felt everything.
Was it over? I panted. I could feel a drip of cool sweat rolling out my underarm, down onto my breast, tickling it.
“Mmm,” Thor whispered. I’d forgotten he was in front of me. I felt his finger trace the path that the drip of sweat had traced down my breast, right to where it squished against the table. He found my nipples, squeezing and plucking at them.
And then Odin slapped my ass again. And he kept on, hard, then soft. And a pluck, a tweak, a caress on my breasts. My ass. We got into this rhythm, and my mind got all messed up—I felt like we three were fucking, just in this. I had lost all sense of everything.
And then I felt Thor’s hands in my hair. He turned my head. He’d stopped with the breasts. I opened my eyes, feeling drugged.
He looked as wild as I felt, skin flushed, pupils dilated. Cock hard. “Good,” he said. “Take her right here or I will.”
“Please,” I said. “Take me. Or I will!”
Thor snorted and untied my wrists with frantic energy, and then untied them from each other, though the ties were still on them. Like wrist leashes.
“You don’t think this is the best part?” Odin said, unbuckling my legs. I turned over and he rose up and pulled me up against him into a kiss. He wore only his white businessman’s shirt, hanging open—and a condom. I thought I would die as his cock probed and moved along the seam of my pussy. I shoved my hand into his dark, moppy hair as we made out.
“I want you in me so bad,” I said.
Either one, really, but it was Odin’s cock at the gate. My heart beat at probably an unhealthily high rate.
Odin pulled away. “Don’t you have something to finish first?” He turned his head. I followed his gaze. There was Thor, back on the couch.
“Oh, right.” I was, of course, happy to get back to that. In fact, it almost blew my mind that I’d be allowed to. Odin grabbed the leashes of my wrists into one hand and led me over. It was as erotic the second time as it was the first. “And you don’t stop this time. Even for an earthquake. Got it?”
“Got it.”
I had this impish thought to start and stop anyway and see if they would go through the spanking thing again.
Except not.
“Bend over. Nicely.”
I bent over Thor on the couch yet again, trying not to smile as I wrapped my fingers around his perfectly hard, huge cock.
“Yes,” he said, putting his hand on the back of my head.
Naturally I’d made sure to keep my legs somewhat together as I bent over because I wanted Odin to make me spread them again with that kick.
Odin did not disappoint. Roughly, he kicked the inside of my ankle, sending shivers skittering over my skin. “Spread. Wide,” he commanded roughly. “Now.”
I complied.
Slowly I took Thor into my mouth as Odin touched my ass all over and even slapped it once, which made me gasp and nearly choke on Thor’s cock. I supported my weight with one hand and grabbed Thor at the root with the other, rubbing up and down as I sucked.
Odin’s hand snaked in front of me now, fingering my tender, throbbing bud. My breathing went crazy. I didn’t know how I’d keep from coming if he entered me.
“Make her come while she’s got me in her teeth and you’re a dead man,” Thor said. “No offense, Ice, but you might be a biter.”
I grunted, a kind of nunh-unh.
“Shhh,” Thor said. “More.”
I could see he was on the edge and I concentrated fiercely on him, sucking and rubbing, trying desperately to ignore Odin’s confident fingers sliding around on my sex.
I could understand Thor’s nervousness, since we’d only just met today.
The base of Thor’s dick thickened even more, and he clamped his hand onto the back of my head, forcing me to still, and he let out a cry as he pumped his cum into my throat, which I swallowed. Naturally, Isis was into it.
Everything seemed to slow, then, even Odin slowed, maybe in honor of Thor’s orgasm. Thor slowed and stopped, panting.
Thor’s hand rested limp in my hair. I pulled slowly off him.
“Oh, Isis,” Thor said, stroking my hair. Then he grabbed it in a bunch and brought my head to his and kissed me. “Oh, that was good,” he whispered.
I rested my arms around the couch back, around his neck, and kissed him as Odin pressed his cock at my seam, sliding it back and forth across my wetness. It felt so good. And then he guided himself into place, and with one hand planted firmly on my hip, he entered me.
Slowly.
Excruciatingly slowly.
I dropped my head to Thor’s shoulder. I couldn’t multitask anymore, I just needed this. Thor tweaked my nipples as Odin invaded me, right to the hilt.
I gasped, overwhelmed wi
th a wild sense of fullness. He was huge, almost too much. I was full up to my eyeballs.
Slowly, Odin pulled out, then he pushed in again.
“Do it,” I gasped. “Do everything.”
“Good girl,” Odin said, reaching around to the front of my pussy to rub my clit as he thrust into me.
I hissed out a breath. Now I had all these hands on me while being fucked. Deliriously, I backed up to him, needing more and more and more. Totally on the edge.
“Yeah,” Thor whispered. “Take him. Give it all up.”
Odin’s fingers sped wickedly, and then Thor took hold of my nipples and twisted them, sending shock waves through my core. “Give it up, come for us,” he whispered.
It was mercy that he said that—I was coming already, wave upon wave of the most pleasurable, blinding orgasm I’d ever experienced. I cried out, my senses hurtling through dark space. Odin held my hips more firmly, his cock pushed into me, relentlessly, breaking me apart, and I realized he, too, was coming. He clenched my hips and thrust one last time, locking deep inside me, cock pulsing.
I cried out, unable to process, as wave after wave of orgasm swelled through me.
“Yes,” Thor said, caressing my hair, kissing the top of my head, practically making out with it.
Some moments passed. I barely knew where I was.
“Jesus,” Odin whispered, as we sort of came down together. “Jesus.” He pulled out.
I turned and collapsed next to Thor. Odin went over to discard his condom in a wastebasket and then collapsed on the other side of me.
“Wow,” I said.
Odin kissed my ear. He grabbed both my hands and kissed my fingers. I smiled and then I lay sideways over Thor’s lap, still holding Odin’s hands.
“I can’t believe how amazing that was,” I said.
The three of us sat like that for a while, basking.
Thor reached over, picked up the phone, and called room service.
To order food.
Guys.
Then I realized I was hungry, too. “Oh my God, I’m starving!” I announced. I’d eaten nothing for hours.
Thor handed over two menus.
I flipped my legs up across Odin’s lap so I was lying across them, and I read my menu from that position. The prices were exorbitant.
Odin put in his order; he wanted two steaks. Thor added on two lobsters and a large pepperoni pizza, chocolate-covered cherries, an entire flourless chocolate cake, and two bottles of champagne.
I paused over the menu’s description of the mushroom burger, my sister Candy’s favorite food in the world, feeling a flash of guilt for how much fun I was having. All my life on the sheep farm I’d had this sense that all the excitement was happening elsewhere. Now I’d found that place. I told myself I’d be home soon.
“Hurry up,” Thor said.
I decided on fettuccine Alfredo and a mini pizza. “I can’t believe none of us have eaten since those gas station chips.” I handed my menu back to Thor.
“It’s the job energy,” Odin said. “Doing a job produces all this fucking-g energy. You can’t eat, you just want to fuck, but after you fuck, then you must devour everything.”
Thor stroked my hair. “Though we like to repeat the fucking and eating cycle a lot between robberies.”
“What would you have done if I wasn’t here?” I asked.
Odin gave me a warning look that sent shivers through me. “You know what they say about curiosity and the cat.”
This only made me twice as curious. Did they pick up women? Hire prostitutes? Have sex with each other?
“We’re glad you’re here,” Thor said.
“I am, too,” I said. “I am totally into your bandit cycle.”
Thor looked down at me. “I am totally into you.”
I smiled up at him. “I am totally into you.” I gazed over at Odin. “And you.” It was weird being three.
Odin twisted his lips in a mocking smile, ejected my legs from his lap and stood, but not before I caught the warmth in his brown eyes. He strolled over to the hot tub, shedding his white businessman’s shirt, and stood at the edge, fully naked, his smooth brown skin lighter over his perfectly toned ass.
Again I wondered about Zeus. How did he fit in? They hadn’t seemed to expect him to join. Is this how it would be for the week? A cool distance from Zeus? I’d felt such a fierce connection with him at the bank, but now that I was in, he seemed to barely tolerate me.
“Come on,” Thor said, getting up from the couch.
I wandered over to the liquor cart and grabbed a handful of pretzels as the two guys sank into the tub. It was here I noticed the flowers had been reduced to just stems, with a few ragged petals hanging off.
“What the hell happened to the flowers?” I asked.
“Zeus,” Thor said darkly.
“Oh,” I said. His tone told me that a follow-up question might not be the thing.
We took a dip in the hot tub while we waited for our food.
The thing was massive—the size of two king beds—and surrounded by marble. I rested my head on the side of the pool, letting the jets hit my back and allowing my body to float, letting all the tension drain away. I learned this was one of my bandit boys’ favorite hotels.
I got the feeling they were fancy hotel connoisseurs.
“Isn’t it expensive?” I asked. “To stay in this suite? I mean, sure, bank robbers make a lot of money, but wouldn’t it be prudent to save some for the future?”
“The bank robber lifestyle is high stakes, high reward,” Thor said. “You can’t go skimping on the reward part of the equation.”
“It’s the opposite of a farm,” Odin added. “We’re into maximizing today, not tomorrow.”
It was so poignant. Sad, even. Like they didn't see a future for themselves. How had they come to this?
Did they plan to go out in a blaze? I hoped not.
Well, it was definitely the opposite of a farm. On a farm, you were thinking only about tomorrow. Again my thoughts went to my sisters.
I tried to conjure up some sense of missing that life, but I couldn’t. I reminded myself that I’d just seen them that morning. I reminded myself I was getting money to save the life they loved. It was kind of impressive how many excuses I could manufacture to make it okay to stay. Bottom line: I felt like I’d been closed up in a closet, suffocating, and now I was free, and I just needed to stay out a little while longer, gasping my fill of the cool, fresh air.
Odin hoisted himself out of the hot tub and grabbed towels and fluffy white matching hotel bathrobes for the three of us to bundle up in. Minutes later, the food came.
The room service waiter was allowed to set the table properly this time, with a linen tablecloth and linen napkins and fine silver, all set out right over the same table where I’d been so evilly and deliciously spanked just an hour earlier.
Thor caught me staring and he smiled.
I narrowed my eyes and shook my head.
The three of us sat down to feast, wearing our matching fluffy robes. We ate and laughed. I drank a glass of champagne, which made me feel a little better about things.
“I really do need to get a message to my sisters,” I said.
“We’ll talk to Zeus,” Thor said.
I finished my entire plate of pasta plus half my pizza before I threw in the napkin.
Odin sat back in his chair, one arm sprawled over the chair beside him, feeding himself chocolate-covered cherries.
“I see chocolate-covered cherries as really 1970s,” I said.
“Am I going to have to punish you again?” Odin asked.
“You said always be honest,” I said.
Odin grunted.
Thor turned his chair and set his feet on my lap. “I see them more as a 1960s food. But you sure get more chocolate bang for your buck than with chocolate-covered strawberries.”
Odin picked up one of the champagne bottles and drank straight from it, completely draining it. I drained my fl
ute and Thor poured more from the other bottle.
Eventually I ended up on Odin’s lap with Thor’s feet on my lap, and us feasting on dessert like insane and decadent Roman gods. We even called down for more champagne.
“Is there a vomitorium in this place?” I asked. “One more chocolate and I’m there.”
Odin and Thor laughed. I was so glad they got the reference. These guys were weirdly well educated. Or else they read a lot, like I did. You do that when you’re stuck on a sheep farm.
“What about Zeus?” I asked. “I mean, he’s been working out all this time?”
“He can go two, three hours.”
“So he should be back soon. Should we have waited for him? To eat with us?”
Thor shrugged. “He’s a big boy.”
“Let him be,” Odin said darkly.
I rubbed my finger along the rim of the glass. “Does he ever join in, you know...”
The two of them glanced at each other.
“You know what I mean,” I said.
“The bank robberies?” Thor asked.
I pinched one of his toes. “No. You know what I mean. The reindeer games.”
Odin put his hands around my belly. “Did you just call them reindeer games?”
“Does he?” I pressed. “Does he join in ever?” They exchanged glances and said nothing. “Excuse my curiosity, having just been with two men for the first ever time, wanting to know if another will be added. Color me curious.”
“You don’t get to be curious about things,” Odin said.
“Come on.” I looked over at Thor. “Isis wants to know.”
Thor swirled the champagne in his glass and stared out the window. “Do you want him to join in?”
“Do you?” I asked.
“Yes,” Thor said. “We always do. It would be good. It would mean…” He paused, rephrased. “It would have a positive meaning.”
“It’s not likely, though,” Odin added. “Very unlikely at this point.”
A knock at the door. “Room service.”
Odin exchanged glances with Thor. “Enter,” he called.
A new room service waiter entered with a bucket of ice and our new bottle of champagne.
Odin smiled, ejecting me from his lap—roughly, I thought. “Please. And take the empty.”
Thor sprang up. “Awesome!”
Odin collected some of our discarded clothes as the waiter popped the cork. He was a big guy with splotchy skin. “May I?”