Page 6 of The Deeper Game
I swallowed, heart racing, 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 thisthing-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, oblivious to the mayhem in our vehicle.
“Bend over. Now,” Odin said. “No funny business.”
I shifted and 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 wild. He continued, just because he could. Then he found my entrance with the tip of his finger and he invaded my hole.
