Page 2 of The Deeper Game (The Kinky Bank Robbers #3)

Chapter Two

“Teller two on her way to a smoke break,” Thor said.

I checked my my lucky bank-robbing wig in the mirror—long blonde hair with bangs—ideal for fitting in with the Beverly Hills peeps. In real life, I’d cut my hair short and dyed it platinum blonde. Before that, in my life on the sheep farm, it was long and red.

Satisfied with my wig, I straightened my diamond necklace. One of the good things about casing this place were the extremely fabulous outfits required to look the part. Today I wore a pink silky shirt dress with gold heels.

I sat back and sighed dramatically. “One thing’s for sure—living in a vacation paradise would be a hell of a lot more exciting than sitting in this stupid truck doing the most boring thing on the planet.”

Odin lowered his binoculars. He had a gleam in his eye that spelled trouble. “This is boring to you, Isis? Do we need to make it un-boring? In a perhaps excruciatingly pleasurable manner?”

“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 until after I 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.

The sense of calm and bliss flowed over me as I knit my fingers.

My breasts became much more prominent when I had my hands behind my neck like that. They rose and fell with each breath.

“Hello,” Odin said, stroking my belly, running his hands back up to my bra.

He pulled the lace down off my nipples, which lit up with electricity as he grazed them with the rough pads of his fingers.

He tucked the lace under my breasts, plumping them up in the cruelly cool air that flowed out of the air conditioner.

My nipples pebbled and my breasts stood at attention, begging to be touched.

He leaned over and put his lips to one and sucked, sending throbs of pleasure clear to my clit.

“Oh.” I slid down in the seat, getting into the moment. Vaguely it came to me that Zeus would be angry if I missed making the deposit at eleven.

Some things can’t be helped.

Thor untied the belt of my shirt dress. “You’re not done undressing yourself,” Thor said, unbuttoning the rest of the buttons, all the way down to the hem. He pulled apart two sides of the silky fabric to reveal panties that went with the bra.

“These windows aren’t that tinted,” I said breathlessly, monitoring the face of a passerby.

“You love an audience,” Odin said, taking a nipple between his fingers and rolling it, squeezing, then relaxing, then squeezing again.

I exhaled sharply.

It was scary how Odin always knew what I wanted—sometimes even before I did.

Like Zeus, Odin had been in the intelligence agency that was now trying to kill us—as a techie and psychological ops guy.

When he wasn’t figuring out how to outwit our enemies, he was concentrating on driving me mad in sexy ways.

His latest discovery was a soft-to-hard-to-soft touch.

I pushed up my pelvis as Thor slid his hand under the elastic of my panties. When he cupped my mound, I exhaled sharply. Then he pushed a finger into the crease between my slick lips.

“Yes,” I hissed, undulating under his firm touch.

“Whenever and wherever,” Thor whispered, breath hot in my ear, and then he plunged in his tongue, fucking my ear with warm wetness as he invaded my clit with his finger.

“Yes,” I said. “Anytime. Whatever you want.” I would’ve said anything at that point. I would’ve given them anything. I was right on the verge, and they both knew it.

Again, Odin pinched my nipple.

“I’m going to come.”

“Don’t you dare.” Odin softened his movements. “And it’s almost eleven.”

“Fuck it,” I said as the pleasure began to build dangerously high.

“What kind of attitude is that?” Odin asked.

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, 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, 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.