Slowly he pulled his hand from me, just about when we hit another red light.
I looked over at him, unsure whether I wanted to kiss him or punch him in the face.
He leaned back and set his head against the headrest. “That was fun.”
More than fun. It was a complete rush. I felt…exhilarated.
“We need to get some lube though,” he continued. “I cannot wait to bury my cock in that insanely tight ass of yours. Turn right at the next light. Has anybody ever fucked that awesome little asshole of yours?”
“Huh?” I said.
“Green.”
“Shit.” I started back up and took the next right. Getting away from the cop was such a relief. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
Thor laughed. “Are you avoiding my question?”
“No,” I said. “No, never.”
“You’ll like it. We’ll make it good, Isis. Though it is best to work up to it. In fact, it really is best to work up to it over a few days’ time. For somebody who’s never done it. So tight like you.”
There was this silence in the car after that. Because we didn’t have time to work up to it.
I sighed. “I’m a sad panda that we don’t have time to work up to buttfucking.”
He shifted his eyes my way. He was a sad panda, too. More of a sad puma. A slightly dangerous and crazy sad puma.
“I wish you could’ve seen our hideout. Especially our California one. Some of the shit we have there…let’s just say we have a dedicated room.”
“Dedicated to what?”
“To fucking. And punishing naughty goddesses who don’t do as they’re told.”
My belly went floaty. The room sounded exciting and dangerous and horrible and wonderful. And I would never get to see it.
“On the bright side, you seem perfectly capable of driving the car under intense pressure and distraction.”
I hit his shoulder. He caught my wrist, kissed my hand.
“You are crazy,” I said.
He kissed a finger.
It was then I thought about what he’d said about Venus subconsciously wanting to get caught. “Are you going to tell Oz about this afternoon drive of ours?”
“Maybe. If I feel like it,” he said.
I took my hand from him. “It was kind of risky. Convince me why it was different than Venus subconsciously wanting to get caught.”
“How it was different?” He sounded offended, and when I looked over, his eyes had lost their friendly twinkle. “Do you want us to get caught?” he demanded.
“Of course not,” I said.
“Funny, you’re the one who wouldn’t say Mississippi. You had a chance to say Mississippi and put a stop to it, and you chose not to. Why was that?”
I was sort of stunned by this. He had a point. Two had been playing that game. “I didn’t want to lose my goddess name.”
“And?”
He was right. It wasn’t that. “I wanted to keep going. I wanted to keep pushing it.”
“And?”
“It was fun and exciting.”
He put his feet up on the dashboard. “One of the perks of being an outlaw is that you get to act like a motherfucking outlaw. I’ll forgive you for being new and not quite getting that.”
Right. I was new. “You think Zeus could ever change him mind?”
“His thing with Venus, it runs deep,” Thor said. “I don’t see him changing his mind too easily.”
“You need a driver. Or at least a car sitter, whatever. You didn’t have one for that last one, and what if somebody had parked you in? Seriously, isn’t it weird to not have that?”
“Damn straight. We had one lined up, but Odin spooked on him at the last minute, and Odin has a certain intuition, as you’ve no doubt noticed. Anyway, we’d been watching your bank long enough to feel confident about our timing.”
“That’s one bank.”
“I know, I know. Sorry, sister, whether you drive tomorrow or not, we’re releasing you blindfolded at a truck stop in Nevada, and you’ll wander into the restaurant and have your fifteen minutes of fame.”
“That sounds so delightful.”
Dolefully he said, “I know.”
“What about my cut of the money?” I couldn’t believe how bank robberish I sounded.
“We’ll buy up a bunch of Paris Hilton quilts you won’t have to deliver on. Zeus has it all worked out.”
All worked out. My heart sank.
“Look, do you understand that if you stayed with us after the First City job that you couldn’t go home? You stay any longer, there’d be a line you’d cross where you couldn’t. And Zeus won’t have it anyway.”
“I want to stay with you guys,” I said. “I want to stay Isis.”
Thor frowned and pointed right. “Wanting doesn’t make things happen.”
I turned right. I had a feeling the test was over.
CHAPTER SIX
Thor and I ran a few actual errands. We got new sexy underwear for me that involved a corset and garter belt, plus straps, stockings, and even new shoes. And underwear for him. A boxer guy. We also picked up new disposable phones, a wig, and finally, the sandwiches. Then we brought the car back to the hotel and parked it in the spot where it had been, and we took the elevator up to our floor.
It was after lunch. Odin and Zeus would be casing the bank for hours yet. So Thor and I watched a movie—My Cousin Vinny. After that, Thor took a dip in the hot tub with one of his mystery paperbacks while I read the paper.
After I got bored of that, I asked Thor if he thought it might be a good time for me to try on my new underwear. See if it all fit.
He gave me a heated look over the top of the pages. I took that as a yes.
I grabbed the shopping bags and bee-lined to the nearest bedroom to change. My new black corset squished my breasts upward and together quite radically, my stockings were held up with clips that went to a belt under my corset, and my new high-heeled shoes matched the ensemble perfectly. Needless to say, it was not something I would’ve ever worn in my life as Melinda. Poor sheep farmer Melinda, Isis’s wardrobe was already so far superior. And so much hotter. I loved how these new garments looked, and how they felt, too—so very complicated in their own way, yet they left my pussy totally exposed. I felt aroused just wearing the get-up, and you could easily have sex in it. I loved the idea of that, and I felt confident that I could get my naughty swain to indulge me.
I strolled out and stood over the hot tub. “Whatdya think?”
Thor stared at me for a spell. “Come here,” he said in a husky way that told me he thought well of it.
I strolled over to the side. “I’m not getting in. I’m not getting this silk wet.”
“It’ll dry,” Thor grated.
“You can’t get this fabric wet. It gets misshapen.”
“Really?”
I smiled. My badass Peter Pans, not understanding about laundry. They needed somebody like me. I so wished I could stay. “Do you guys ruin a lot of your clothes when you try to do washes?”
“Usually we get stuff washed for us, or buy new.”
“Possibly because you ruined your old stuff?” I asked.
“Was that a no?” he asked. “Are you changing the subject? Was that a no, that you’re not getting in here?”
I swallowed. “That was a no,” I said.
His expression darkened, and he let his gaze rove over me, slowly and lewdly; the sensation of his eyes heated me; excitement pooled in my belly, in my bared crotch. Oh, he knew. We played well together, Thor and I. He made an exciting partner, because he was so personable and talkative, but also off his chain.
“I like my new underwear,” I said haughtily. “I’m not getting it wet.”
He frowned.
My heart raced.
He stood up in the tub, all leisurely and powerful, water running off his leanly muscled chest. He really did look like a god just then, body wet and shining and so dishy, but what really got me
was the raw lust in his face. He loved that I’d said I wouldn’t get in. It was a ticket for him to be outrageous. What would he do? My heart fluttered in my throat as I stood there waiting.
He pointed to the table still strewn with breakfast stuff, and in his rough-smooth dirty talk voice, he said. “Go get the butter and bring it over here.”
My belly warmed—at the request as much as the tone. “The butter?”
“Do it.”
Was this leading up to a punishment? My loins clenched and I went over to get the butter. It got me hot just to walk a few yards to the table, knowing I was being watched—such was the erotic effect of that outfit. And a simple command from Thor in that tone. And the fact that you never really knew what the mad doctor would do.
I brought the butter back and stood at the side of the pool, conscious of the cool air on my moist pussy, trying not to tremble with excitement. Fuck me, punish me, use me, I wanted to say.
“Put it down on the side of the pool and go turn on the jets.” He pointed at the button.
I put the butter dish down and walked over to the wall button and pushed it. I went back and stood, feverishly awaiting my next command.
“Now, off with the shoes.”
I kicked off my shoes.
“I thought you cared so much about your clothes, and here you kick off your shoes? Set them somewhere nice, like you care.”
This command required more erotic walking, as well as some erotic bending, which I did with aplomb. When I arrived back, I could see from his expression that he was quite moved by my show. It was such a turn-on to see him turned on. And it turned him on, I thought, to see me turned on. If we kept going at this rate, one of us would have a heart attack.
“The stockings now,” he grated. “And the corset, if it’s so damn precious to you.”
I pulled off my stockings and corset and draped them nicely over a chair, clenching my pussy as I did, which sent shivers clear over me.
“Now you have to put the shoes back on,” he said, almost pleading, totally breaking his commanding character. I did it, of course. I walked back over and stood at the edge of the pool, looking down into the water. Would he not make me get in after all?
“Okay,” he said. “Now kneel on the edge, facing away from me. On your hands and knees.”
Okay, things were really getting exciting now. I did it, kneeling on the smooth, warm marble, hands down. He came near me, drizzled water over my bare ass, letting it drip into my crotch. My whole body felt electric.
“Do you think I’m going to spank you?” he asked, drawing a wet finger up from my sensitive cleft to my asshole. I gasped as it tightened under his touch.
The notion had crossed my mind, though spanking seemed more Odin’s area of interest than Thor’s. But Thor voicing it now sent an anxious flutter through my belly. I’d had other ideas of what he was going to do, considering the butter delivery, but Thor could multi-task.
“Do you?”
“No, I don’t know what you’ll do,” I panted.
He dribbled some more water on me. It ran down my ass and thighs in rivulets that cooled and tickled as they went. I wondered if he could see how slick my sex was, chilling in the air.
Really, Thor could do anything, and I would probably let him. The keyword there was do, though—I needed him to do something.
“You like not knowing.”
“God, yes,” I whispered. “And no.”
“There’s only one way to find out. Put your head down. Ass more in the air.”
I did it, pressed my forearms to the smooth surface and my head between them. Again his warm hand roved over my butt cheeks. In this position, even more air was hitting the slickness between my legs, hitting my sensitive bud, heightening the nerves there until even the lightest touch of Thor’s finger felt unbearably electric.
“I might spank you,” he said. “But not right away.”
OMG. “Okay.”
“You so want to fuck, you would let me do anything right now,” he observed, practically reading my mind.
“Within reason,” I said.
Without warning, his hand landed on my butt cheek with vicious force. I gasped. He slapped me again, hard. Then again. I shut my eyes, giving myself over to the dark, delicious tremor of it.
He stopped.
“Anything,” he said. “Your body is mine to do anything with. Until you say the word. Repeat it,” he said. “My body…”
Oh! Thor had entered a new realm of dirty talk. I hesitated and he spanked me again, vibrating my cheek and pussy in painful pleasure-tinged waves.
I hissed out a breath between my teeth, pressing my thighs together, feeling like just a little pressure would make me come at this point. Just a little…
“Oh, no you don’t—” He pushed one of my knees to the side, forcing me to spread my legs. “You’re not going there without me. If you want satisfaction, you’re going to say it. Anything…”
“Anything,” I gasped. “My body is yours to do anything with. Anything you want, Thor, until I say the word. Please!”
“That’s better.” I had this impulse to laugh from sheer excitement, but I knew not to. I heard the scrape of ceramic on marble.
The butter. “Ready?”
“For what?”
In his rough silky voice, he said, “Whatever the fuck I want to do to you.”
I don’t know if it was his words that hypnotized me or the dirtiness of the garter belt with the shoes and the spanking or what, but I felt feral with excitement. “Do whatever,” I gasped.
Just do it.
“Good girl.” I felt his finger painting the butter over my asshole, up and down, and then more, slippery and silky and sensuous. He got more butter.
“Yes,” I whispered.
Then I felt the tip of his finger push into my quivering asshole. And then farther. He pushed his finger in way deeper than he had in the car. I sighed, or more a kind of sigh-moan.
“Relax,” he whispered, pressing farther. “Just relax.” He got up a little rhythm and I moaned happily.
Then he pulled his finger out.
“Sit down now,” he said. “Don’t turn around, just sit down.”
I sat cross-legged, ass on the cold marble. He took me around the waist, pulled me backward, slowly, into the water.
“What are you doing?”
“Shhh,” He said into my hair. “Do you really give a fuck about those shoes anymore? Or that belt thing? Do you?”
“No,” I said as my ass hit the water. But he didn’t pull me all the way in, just halfway, so that my calves were resting on the side of the pool and the rest of me was in the water, except my head and shoulders. He held me there with his arms around my stomach.
Water shot out from a jet on the side, shooting toward me. Thor put his hand over my pussy and moved me to the right, pushed me forward, and when he took his hand away, the water was pulsing right into my clit, like a mega-vibrator. “Oh my God,” I said, tensing—it was almost too much pleasure. “Oh, God.”
“Just feel it. Let it take you, let me take you.”
“Fuck!” I said.
“Relax, give yourself over.” And then he pressed his finger into my asshole, which was still totally buttery, and I began to pant and move with the sensation overload—the pulsing jets on my pussy, his finger sliding in and out of my ass.
His finger moved and curled in me now, as I was being thoroughly invaded and pleasured by the pulsating water.
I became aware that I was breathing nearly in moans—I sounded like a bear! I made myself stop.
“You can’t stop it now,” he said huskily. “Give in. Give everything up to me. You have no choice.”
The pleasure of his finger and the jets twisted in waves, in pulses, so relentlessly. The goodness of it filled me, and in a blink of an eye, I felt my orgasm building and I shattered apart with a cry, throbbing with feeling.
He pulled me back away from the jets as my climax subsided. Everything w
as fuzzy.
“Okay,” he said. “I have to take you.” He yanked me all the way in and hoisted me into his arms and kissed me. “I need to…” He was panting. “Come on.” He carried me up the pool steps, out of the water and across the suite, both of us dripping.
“Do me, fuck me any way you want,” I said, kissing him as he carried me. He banged my feet into a wall.
“Sorry,” he said.
“I’m not.” Hell, I could’ve lost half a leg and not cared at that point. He carried me the rest of the way down the hall and threw me down on the bed. He went up on his knees, cock erect, watching me wildly. He really did seem a bit wild, actually.
I rolled over and grabbed a condom from the nightstand and turned back to him, but before I could open it or put it on him, I just went to him and took his cock in my mouth, clutching his butt cheeks hard, taking him all the way to the back of my throat.
“Sheesh!” he said.
I sucked and tongued him quite creatively, then I gripped the base of his cock nice and hard and did him with my mouth and hand at the same time. He thrust into me, over and over. Then, with an almost animal force, he grabbed my hair and pulled me off him. He didn’t have to say it twice.
Not even once.
I ripped open the condom and put it on him. Then I lay back and let myself be an offering to him, spreading my legs wide to him—I cared about nothing right then, nothing but being taken completely.
He stayed there on his knees, watching me, like part of the fucking was to just revel in the look of me, submitting utterly to him.
It was a very wonderful part of the fucking—being so crazy turned on and knowing it was coming to me.
And then, with a stormy expression, the look of a man not in full possession of his senses, he crawled over me, all six-foot-whatever of muscular testosterone. He positioned the head of his fat cock into my opening, guiding himself just so, and drove in.
I sucked in a breath. He was so huge; it was this intense sensation with him, heading just to the edge of pain. I loved how it felt, the surprise of driving fullness.
He pulled out and drove in again.
“I can’t stop,” he said, ramming into me hard, again, again. “I can’t stop, Ice, I feel like…oh.”
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