Page 4 of The Deeper Game
“Are you going to tell me you wouldn’t rather be lounging in the sun on a tropical island?” I countered.
I had timed my impudence perfectly—I had to be inside the bank in a few minutes. They wouldn’t be able to start anything sexy.
Thor looked over at me sadly. He and Odin were dressed in silky shirts and nice slacks, also disguised as patrons of the Prime. They were going in later. “This is boring you, Isis? Oh, no,” he said. Thor always acted a little sad when I made an infraction for which I’d have to be erotically punished, though I happened to know he was feeling quite the opposite.
I swallowed, feeling a thrill directly between my legs. “You can’t start something. It’s almost eleven. I have to make my deposit and check things out.” My job was to go in there every day at eleven and make sure things were still soft and observe the different ways in which they were soft.
I knew a lot about banks, having worked at one. These two men—Thor and Odin—along with their leader, Zeus, had taken me away from that life three months back.
As their hostage.
Being held hostage by three hunky bank robbers had turned out to be wonderful in many, many ways.
“We can’t start something?” Thor lowered his voice into a sexy rumble. “How is it that we can’t start something? Let me ask you—”
“Stop,” I laughed, knowing what he’d ask.
He rested a commanding hand on the side of my neck. “Let me ask you who in this vehicle must let us use her body for our pleasure whenever we see fit? Who was that?”
“B-but…” I looked at the bank clock. It was nearly time.
“Who in this vehicle is ours to command?” he continued. “Whatever and wherever we want you?” He placed a hand on my thigh and started moving it up just to demonstrate. “Who?”
“But…”
He moved his hand higher. “We will take you wherever and however we please.”
I could feel the wetness between my legs. “We can’t do anything untilafterI make the deposit. You have to pay attention to this retirement idea.”
Odin grabbed my hair. “Oh, goddess,” he whispered. “We’re not the ones who started something by complaining.”
“Unbutton your top,” Thor whispered. “Slowly, the way we like.”
“Excuse me?”
Odin let me go and pulled a box from the glove compartment.
“Is Odin going to have to put you over his knee?” Thor asked.
My eyes widened at the box. It looked too small for a paddle.
Thor continued with the questions. “Do I have to unbutton your dress for you? Or will you do it like a good hostage?”
“My deposit,” I breathed, pulse pounding.
Thor turned and put a finger under my chin. “Now. Or things might get intense.”
With trembling hands, I undid the gold buttons on my pink frock.
“You are so slow, goddess.” Odin finished the job, gently undoing the buttons all the way down to my belly button. He pushed aside the fabric to reveal my lacy bra, and ran his warm, heavy hands over my breasts.
I hissed out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding as Thor nibbled my earlobe. “Knit your fingers,” he whispered, “and lock them behind your neck. We’re almost out of time.”
“You guys!”
Thor grabbed my wrists and put them behind my head, holding them there and staring hard into my eyes, pinning me with his gaze. Suddenly I was at the point of no return in terms of control. It’s like flying off a ski jump where you abandon yourself to the whims of physics.
Or the whims of men who are dangerous, doomed, and beautiful.
