by Amelia Wilde
“You guys have more costume changes than Britney Spears,” I said.
“Did you just compare us to Britney Spears?” Odin asked. “Must we spank and fuck you before we even get into the hot tub?”
My stomach tightened. Yes, please, I thought. But then, my toes were still cold. Anyway, I could be spanked and fucked in the hot tub, right?
Isis liked to have her cake and eat it, too.
“Well, you said to always tell the truth of how I feel,” I said. “So which look is real?”
Odin pushed down his pants, baring his sculpted body and half-hard cock. “All of them together are real. It’s the whole gestalt.” He went over and stuck a toe into the water. “Coming?”
“She doesn’t want to get her hair mussed,” Thor said to him, pulling off his own shirt.
“Is that so?” Odin stepped in, descended the steps, and sank into the water. “Even better. Come on, Isis.”
I fingered the tie of my sundress bodice.
Zeus still studied the menu, still with that fierce gaze, back on his policy of ignoring me.
A knock at the door. Zeus let in the room service waiter, who rolled in the cart of scotch and snacks they’d ordered at check-in.
This room service waiter, I’m happy to report, wasn’t force-fed drugged champagne until he passed out. He simply parked the cart, took his tip, and turned to leave.
“Wait.” Thor grabbed the vase of flowers from the cart and brought it to the waiter. “No flowers.”
Yeah, buddy, or else Zeus will rip them up! I thought.
The waiter left. Thor bolted the door behind him, then he came back and played bartender.
“Does anybody remember how the steaks are here?” Zeus asked. “Anyone else eating?” He picked up the phone to order.
I grabbed a handful of Chex mix. “I’m good for now.”
“Me too. I’ll eat later. Sooner or later,” Thor added, then gazed at me, up and down. “Perhaps sooner and later. What do you think about that, Ice?”
I imagined his mouth on me. And Odin’s hands. My libido went into throbbing overdrive. I wanted to say something witty, but all I could do was stand there trembling as he came up to me and undid the bow at the top of the bodice of my sundress.
Zeus proceeded to order enough food for a horse.
“So you guys aren’t wary of room service now?” I asked.
Little crinkles appeared at the edges of Thor’s blue eyes as he unlaced my dress little by little. “That won’t be happening here.” His confidence in this bordered on arrogance. “We don’t get surprised twice in the same way.” He unlaced another few inches.
I widened my eyes in the direction of Zeus. “Should we wait? You know…” I liked the idea of Zeus watching, but hated the idea of him not having the choice.
Thor raised his brows. “Is that a no?”
Zeus was on a different call now. He’d settled onto the couch across the room, talking with somebody at a repair shop or something—a conversation that sounded like it might go long. Slowly Thor pushed the straps over my shoulders. My dress fell to the floor in a puddle around me.
“No,” I whispered. “It’s not a no, I mean...”
Thor smoothed his hands over my lacy underwear. “Zeus is a big boy,” he whispered, snaking his hands around me to undo my bra. “He goes exactly where he pleases. Does what he pleases. We all do.”
It made sense. Zeus wasn’t the type to let himself be put out.
As soon as I was naked, Thor pointed to the tub. I strolled over, lowered myself in, and waded across to where Odin waited. I moved into his arms, into the mystery and thrill of not knowing what these two would do.
Thor got in and nestled onto the other side of me, sandwiching me.
Odin crept a hand over my thigh under the cover of the bubbly surface, reaching the now insanely sensitive cleft between my legs.
One deft press of his fingers sent waves of pleasure through me.
Then Thor touched my belly, and I found their cocks.
It felt like a wonderful secret, their fingers on me under the water. Mine on them. Like we were in an erotic cocoon together.
Do anything you want to me, I wanted to say. Anything you want.
Zeus hung up the phone and stalked out of the room.
Thor stroked a finger through my tender folds; I could tell, just by the way his finger slid along, that I was slick, even under the water.
“Now,” Odin said, hand creeping onto my belly, “whatever shall we do with you?” He kissed my cheek and my neck. My sex felt like heated honey. I drew teasing hands up both their legs. We were basically mauling each other in slow motion.
Suddenly Zeus was back again. He took off his boots, rolled up his jeans, grabbed the scotch bottle, and set it on the edge of the tub, right across from us. Then he sat down and swished his feet in the hot water, like it was all normal. Just another day in the tub with his pals.
I pressed my legs together, dislodging Thor’s hand. Zeus probably couldn’t see below the surface of the water, but still!
“What is happening here?” Thor intoned warningly.
I shot him a look.
Thor watched me with a mischievous expression. Not looking away, he said, “The water’s fine, Zeus. You should get in.” Then he slowly but firmly pulled my left leg toward him.
Excitement shot through my veins as Thor trailed a finger back up the inner line of my thigh.
Odin slid a hand over my shoulder, and placed his other hand firmly on my right thigh, pulling it the other way, spreading my legs, giving Thor greater access.
I gasped softly and looked over at Zeus. I don’t know if Zeus heard the gasp, but he glanced at me then, holding me with his beautiful eyes, lips pillowing into one another. A random dot of water from the spray had landed on his cheekbone and it glistened as brightly as the crystals on the chandelier above us.
He just sat there, all hungry disdain. What it would be like to see affection in his eyes?
Thor’s very naughty fingers reached my yearning pussy. Slowly he slid one in, then out, then in. Then two fingers entered me, filling me. A thumb on my clit, rubbing slow and sure.
Lust pounded hot through my veins.
Warm breath tickled my cheek.
Could Zeus see how Thor was touching me? If Zeus didn’t see, he had to know. It seemed excessive, what we were doing in front of Zeus. Like eating pizza in front of a prisoner on a hunger strike.
My breath caught in my throat as Thor drew his fingers up through my hypersensitive folds. My belly quivered and still Zeus held my eyes. It was strangely hot, his watching, even with that dark edge.
Especially with that dark edge.
Thor pushed his fingers back into me, pressing, massaging my clit with his palm. I pressed my pelvis into his hand as the pleasure built. I was approaching the point of no return, right in front of Zeus. I could feel his stare on my skin, dark and hot.
Hold off, I told myself.
Odin dug his fingers into my thigh, spreading my legs wider for Thor, who slid his fingers back into me, curling them just so. I exhaled softly, overcome with a rush of feeling.
Thor put his mouth to my ear. “Give it up.”
He knew—knew I was holding out.
We were locked into a strange game, the four of us.
Again Thor put his mouth to my ear. “You know you want to,” he whispered so that only I could hear, “and really, Isis, you have no choice. You know we will touch you and invade you and fuck you until you are completely given over.”
“Is that so?” I asked coolly.
He got a playful look in his eyes. “We’ll make it so,” he said, moving his fingers in a new and exciting way, making the pleasure twist higher. Oh, it was good.
Again I met Zeus’s eyes. No way could he see anything but flesh-colored blobs under the surface.
Yet I’d never felt quite so exposed.
He was watching something more intimate than fingers on flesh; he was watchi
ng me get taken over, watching me lose the fight.
My breath shallowed in the grip of that gaze. My panting seemed to match the pulse of Thor’s devilish fingers.
The room went hazy.
I felt Odin’s teeth on my earlobe, a sting that had me close my eyes and almost lose it—almost.
I pulled myself back to Zeus’s hard, covetous eyes once more.
I felt like I was falling into them. He knew the pleasure was building. He knew that I was losing. Was he trying to turn me on with that gaze? Or destroy me?
Maybe both.
“You know, yesterday was Ice’s first time,” Odin said, ever ready to embarrass me.
“Not my first time…you know.” My face heated.
“First time with a trio,” Odin said. “What did you think, Ice?”
Zeus swished his feet in the water, watching me.
I swallowed as Thor’s fingers circled lazily around my clit. “You know what I thought,” I said, as casually as possible.
Thor slowed his clever fingers. “Give Zeus the report.”
“Do I look like a porn magazine?” I said.
Odin said, “You looked like a porn magazine when you were masturbating in front of all of us yesterday. It was shameless.”
“Wait, was that disobedience?” Thor stilled his fingers. “Refusing to give Zeus the report? Give Zeus the report on what you thought of what we did yesterday, or Odin will be wrathful.”
I looked at Zeus across the pool, expecting more glowering, but instead I was hit with something else: loneliness. Zeus looked lonely.
“It was lovely,” I said. “And very fun.”
“That’s not how I’d describe it,” Odin said. “Isis, let me ask you, was it better than you imagined?”
Thor was toying with my nub again—he knew everything to do, and I was falling back into it. My orgasm was right at the edge of my clit, waiting there for him to release it.
Flutters in the pit of my stomach.
“Was it better than you ever imagined?” Thor asked.
I was embarrassed and excited, being made to answer these questions while two men touched me in front of a third. “Yes, it was better.”
“How was it better?” Odin asked as he reached over and pinched my nipple, rolling it. 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 met his gaze, feeling tired 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. “No way!” 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 up in it. “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 trembling with excitement.
I would give them anything.
It was weird to think that.
There were three bedrooms to the suite, maybe four. The place was a palace. 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 my cartoon porn habit. Let them try and get that out of me!
Well, I wouldn’t mind if they tried.
Or if they spanked 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 radiated over my skin.
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.
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 felt undignified.
This both appalled and excited me.
Footsteps! 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? The way I felt, I might 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 footsteps went away. Uh! The anticipation drove me crazy.
Quiet.
Footsteps.
I clenched my eyes shut. I liked this 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? 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 i
ce 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.
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 hot 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.