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.
I regarded him dimly, not quite understanding why he was asking this. Was I being quizzed on obscure sports trivia now?
“They sometimes train them by running them through knee-deep ocean water. So that when they run on land, where the resistance is gone, they fly. This is your ocean water. We need to know you can focus during all types of situations as part of our gang.” Odin’s fingers worked quickly. “We need your focus sharp.”
I straightened my collar and looked down. Even with the bra over them, you could see the angular outlines of the nipple contraptions through the pink silk.
“Don’t worry,” Thor said. “It only looks a little obscene. You’ll fit right in.”
“They’re motorized,” I said.
Odin gave me a sly look.
“You can’t switch them on when I’m in there. And what if the butt thing falls out?”
“It won’t. Trust me.” Odin gripped my chin and turned my head to him. “And if you come before you get back here, you will not enjoy your punishment.”
I wondered what kind of not enjoying he meant. Hanging out with dirty-minded bank robbers, you quickly learn that there are a lot of different kinds of not enjoying, and a lot of times, not enjoying involved a great deal of enjoyment indeed.
Still, I didn’t want to fail this mission. I wanted them to understand that they could trust me to hold up my end during any operation.
Odin handed me my clutch, which went with my silky shirt dress. Thor got out and held the door open.
My blood raced. I was really going in there like this.
Okay, then.
I stepped onto the sidewalk in my high heels and paused, keenly aware of my nipples and, even more so, of the sensitized bud between my legs. Every time I moved, the area was caressed by the thumb end of the ass bulb lodged in my asshole. It was like an invading presence inside me, turning me on against my will.
“I feel...” I took a step away from the SUV and the thumb rubbed my sex.
“How? How do you feel?” Odin asked.
“Like I’m going to die of horniness,” I gasped. “Like I’m going to come at any second.”
“You fail before you even start?” Odin said.
“No! No way. But you’re not really going to put those nipple things on when I go in there?” I asked. “People might see them vibrating. It’s not a good way to fit in with the clientele,” I added.
Odin grinned. “I will not vibrate the nipple clamps while you are inside.”
Well, that was something. I put on my movie star sunglasses.
Odin already had his camera out to record the manager leaving. It was time.
I walked around the front of the shiny black vehicle, stunned at how wickedly the thing between my legs rubbed and caressed my sensitive folds.
I swallowed. Focus, I commanded myself. It’s just feeling. You can do it.
I had to do it.
CHAPTER TWO
I forced my mind onto the details of the bank as I mounted the hard, gleaming front steps. The smiling doormen opened the doors for me. Did their smiles seem too smiley?
No. No way could they know, I told myself. I walked in and clicked into professional mode, letting my awareness spread across the floor. I counted the employees and noted their positions. Odin had snuck a few tiny cameras in there and mounted them on architectural detailing, but nothing was quite as effective as being there, where you could feel the place, become part of its ecosystem. And being that I’d worked at a bank, I picked up things other people didn’t.
We’d all been happy when we’d figured out that the manager of the Prime Royale, a fit and well-tanned blond man of maybe forty-five, was an asshole. Asshole managers created a pressurized situation while they were present, which meant a release of pressure when they left. We’d be robbing the bank after hours, but later in the week, a day or two before the robbery, Zeus would have to go into the lobby and get at the environmental control panel. We were planning to handle that part of the operation during this lax late-morning time, helped along by a bit of a diversion.
The manager leaned on the customer side of the teller window—giving some last instructions before his break, I guessed. I got into the line at the very next window and listened. Something about bundling ones. He liked to make sure the tellers didn’t slack off while he was gone. Which of course meant the opposite. Such is the way of asshole bosses and their employees.
One of the men at a desk discreetly pulled his smartphone out of his pocket and presumably into his lap. He’d start texting as soon as the big guy was out.
Still, even with all of our expertise, the Prime Royale would be hard to rob. We had a new partner on board because of it—Matteo. Matteo was a tough, tattooed sonofabitch who once ran with a girl gang known as the Giraffes, though most people called them the Gigis.
Matteo had been robot dancing at a club frequented by the criminal underworld of LA when I first saw him. And let me assure you, robot dancing in no way lessened his toughness. In fact, I can safely say that robot dancing with a machine gun slung over your back tends to add to your toughness factor. It says to the world that you can do whatever the fuck weirdass thing you want, and you just don’t care.
Normally, my guys would’ve never pulled Matteo into a job, but he had those codes to the tertiary alarm system. The Prime Royale was full of jewels, and Matteo planned to use his cut of the jewels to bribe his way back into the Gigis.
I was second in line now. I stood to the side, where I wouldn’t show up on the front-and-center bank camera, feeling proud of how much I was observing and how normal I was acting in spite of being on the verge of an orgasm.
I watched the way all the employees watched the blond manager. He was pretty good looking, but you could tell he thought he was extremely good looking.
I glanced away as he passed. I didn’t need to catch this guy’s eye.
I sucked in a silent breath.
Because, oh, wow, it felt so good. I bit my lip and focused through the pleasure. I’d show my guys how well I could concentrate.
So I stood there, working to regain mental control over the intensity of the feeling, which was not easy; the pulsing clit-and-butt-erator pressure coupled with the relentless squeeze of the nipple clamps was quite delicious. I thought about what Zeus often told me—Keep a wide, calm focus. He’d typically say it when we were casing a place or doing something risky, but I felt it could apply to this situation. Don’t work at it, let the environment come to you.
I took a breath and relaxed, letting my focus go wide, just giving in to the sensation and the surroundings, and I suddenly got what he meant; I felt observant at a new level. Crystal-sharp, even.
Like I could do anything.
It was my turn. I took on a confident, casual attitude. Just as I approached the window, the vibrations stopped. They were watching the feed, of course, and I felt a bit annoyed—I could’ve done the deed buzzing. I greeted the teller and began my transaction. Standing at the teller window gave me a good view of the back of the house. This was a tight operation, and even though my guys were talented robbers who’d been trained to work undercover in enemy territory and fight covert wars, too, I worried about this job. This was the mythical Big One.
But we could retire on it.
My guys rarely thought about the future, but I wondered if I was changing that. At least they’d stopped blowing one hundred percent of their money on fancy hotels and champagne and other wasteful lavishness. It was more like sixty percent now.
The teller, a pretty Asian woman with bangs, counted out a small pile of twenties. I took them, thanking her, and nestled them carefully into my wallet.
Five minutes later, the smiling, top-hatted doormen simultaneously opened the golden doors of the Prime Royale for me and I strolled out, stepping down the marble stairs between the suspiciously perfect palms, feeling pretty damn pleased with myself.
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